Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

Qian Renxue walked to his side and said softly.

"You mean..."

Ling Feng nodded.

"Has the avalanche suffered such a great loss, it will definitely go back and complain. Now, let's see how Emperor Xueye handles it."

He paused, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"If he's reasonable and disciplines his son, then so be it. But if he's biased and protects his own..."

Qian Renxue interjected, "That would be perfect for letting the Heaven Dou royal family know that the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall is not someone they can mess with."

Jin Chen seemed to understand but not quite, and scratched his head.

"Boss, do you mean we're going to fight the Heavenly Dou Royal Family?"

Ling Feng chuckled and tapped him on the head.

"What are you thinking? We're here to travel, not to fight."

Jin Chen covered his head and chuckled.

Ling Feng turned around and looked at the sky outside the window, which was gradually darkening.

"Just wait. Someone should be coming tonight."

As night fell, the streets and alleys of Tiandou City gradually quieted down.

After having dinner at the inn, Ling Feng and his two companions returned to their rooms to rest.

Ling Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, but his spiritual power always enveloped the entire inn.

He is waiting.

An hour passed, and there was still no movement.

Two hours passed, and there was still no movement.

Ling Feng suddenly opened his eyes when the moon was high in the sky.

coming.

Outside the inn, a faint sound of footsteps could be heard.

The footsteps were so light that Ling Feng wouldn't have been able to detect them if he hadn't possessed such strong mental power.

There were only two people who came.

But neither of them had a weak presence.

Ling Feng stood up, walked to the window, and opened a crack to look outside.

Two people stood in the shadows at the entrance of the inn.

Both were elderly men; one was burly and robust, the other lean and wiry.

The two individuals had their soul power fluctuations contained, but Ling Feng's perception allowed him to discern their cultivation levels at a glance.

Soul Saint level 71, Soul Saint level 72.

Two Soul Saints.

This lineup is already far too grand for dealing with a few "minor nobles from Barak".

The two stood at the door, not in a hurry to come in, as if they were waiting for something.

A moment later, the innkeeper came running out and bowed to the two of them.

"My lords, those three guests are in the 'Heavenly Room' on the second floor."

The burly old man nodded and waved his hand.

The shopkeeper, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly withdrew.

The two looked up at the second floor, their gazes landing on Ling Feng's window.

"Little one, now that you're awake, come out."

The thin old man spoke, his voice hoarse, yet clearly reaching Ling Feng's ears.

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Ling Feng smiled slightly and pushed open the door to go out.

Qian Renxue and Jin Chen opened the door at the same time and stood behind him.

The three of them went downstairs and arrived at the entrance of the inn.

Under the moonlight, the two groups of people stood facing each other.

The two old men sized up Ling Feng and his companions, a hint of disdain flashing in their eyes.

"It was you few who injured Prince Avalanche's attendants?"

The burly old man spoke, his voice like muffled thunder.

Ling Feng replied calmly, "Yes."

The gaunt old man sneered, "Such a young age, yet you dare to act and take responsibility."

"You country bumpkin from Barak, don't you know what Tiandou City is?"

Jin Chen couldn't help but say, "He started this trouble first!"

The burly old man glanced at him as if he were an ant.

"Find fault? If His Highness has taken a liking to your things, that's your good fortune."

"You ungrateful wretch, you dare to lay a hand on me?"

Ling Feng looked at the two old men and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it inexplicably made the two Soul Saints feel uneasy.

"Were you two sent by Emperor Xueye, or did Xue Beng come looking for you?" Ling Feng asked.

The two old men exchanged a glance.

The gaunt old man said coldly, "You don't need to know that."

"If you know what's good for you, come with us obediently. His Highness will deal with you personally."

"Deal with?" Ling Feng raised an eyebrow. "With you guys?"

The burly old man's face darkened.

"Little kid, don't be ungrateful."

"We two are Soul Saints. Crushing you is as easy as crushing three ants."

Before he finished speaking, his martial spirit manifested, and a huge phantom of an iron-backed bear appeared behind him, with seven spirit rings pulsating up and down.

Two yellow, three purple, and two black – a standard Soul Saint configuration.

The gaunt old man also possessed a martial spirit, which was a pair of jet-black hooks with seven soul rings flashing, exuding a cold aura.

The two Soul Saints released their pressure at the same time, and that pressure was enough to make an ordinary Soul King unable to move.

Jin Chen grunted and took a half step back, but stubbornly gritted his teeth and did not fall.

Qian Renxue remained calm, her soul power flowing around her, easily dispelling the pressure.

And Ling Feng...

He stood still, motionless.

It was as if the pressure from the two Soul Saints was just a gentle breeze.

The two old men's expressions changed.

A hint of surprise flashed in the burly old man's eyes.

"Who...who are you?"

Ling Feng did not answer.

He simply raised his right hand and waved it lightly.

The Realm of Evil Gods.

The gray light instantly spread out, enveloping an area of ​​three zhang in radius.

The two old men froze, as if they had fallen into a quagmire.

Their movements slowed down, their soul power flow slowed down, and even their thinking became sluggish.

"What...what is this?" The burly old man was utterly horrified.

Ling Feng walked slowly to him and gently pushed him on the shoulder.

The burly old man collapsed to the ground like a mountain of flesh, unable even to struggle.

The thin old man tried to escape, but found that his legs wouldn't obey him.

He could only watch helplessly as Ling Feng walked up to him and looked at him with those calm, still eyes.

"Who...who are you?" His voice trembled.

Ling Feng looked at him and said calmly.

"Go back and tell Avalanche not to send anyone again. Next time, I won't be so lenient."

With a wave of his hand, the domain of the evil god vanished.

The two old men, as if granted a pardon, fled in a panic, not daring to look back.

……

Jin Chen watched the two figures fleeing in a disheveled state and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Two Soul Saints were scared away by the boss's single move! Hahaha!"

Qian Renxue said softly, "After they go back, they should tell the truth about the avalanche. What should we do next?"

Ling Feng smiled slightly.