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

"Just wait and see. Tonight's lesson should keep that prince quiet for a few days."

He turned and walked upstairs.

Behind me, the moonlight was like water.

The night in Tiandou City remained peaceful.

But some people are destined to never be able to sleep.

As Ling Feng and his two companions walked up the stairs, they suddenly stopped at the same time.

It wasn't for any other reason than that footsteps could be heard again outside the inn.

This time, it wasn't just two people, but dozens.

The footsteps were uniform and heavy, the sound of an army marching.

Ling Feng turned around and looked out through the inn's main door.

The streets were brightly lit by torches.

At least two hundred fully armed soldiers surrounded the inn. These soldiers were armed with long spears, clad in armor, and each one was a highly trained elite.

The soldiers parted to make way, and a young man in brocade robes slowly walked out.

avalanche.

He stood in the firelight, a smug smile on his face, and waved a folding fan in his hand, pretending to fan himself.

"Running? Why did you stop running?"

Jin Chen frowned and was about to step forward when Ling Feng raised his hand to stop him.

Ling Feng watched the avalanche with a calm gaze.

"What does Your Highness mean by this?"

Xue Beng snapped his folding fan shut and sneered.

"What do you mean? You hit my people, so of course I have to seek justice."

He waved behind him.

The two Soul Saint elders who had fled back in a sorry state were now standing behind him with their heads down, not daring to meet Ling Feng's gaze.

Xue Beng said smugly, "This prince originally only intended to send two Soul Saints to teach you a lesson, but I didn't expect you to have some skill. However—"

He pointed to the soldiers around him.

"Are these two hundred elite soldiers enough for you to fight?"

The soldiers stepped forward in unison, their spears pointing diagonally, exuding a murderous aura.

Jin Chen's face darkened, and he whispered, "Boss, should we take them down?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

He looked at the avalanche and suddenly smiled.

That smile sent a sudden jolt through Xue Beng's heart.

"Your Highness, are you sure you want to do this?"

Xue Beng forced a smile and said, "What? Scared? If you're scared, kneel down and kowtow three times to me. If I'm in a good mood, I might spare your lives."

Ling Feng remained silent.

He simply raised his hand and gestured to Qian Renxue behind him.

Qian Renxue nodded and stepped forward.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her disguised black eyes had turned into a dazzling gold.

Angelic Martial Soul, Possession.

Eight pure white wings unfurled behind her, each feather radiating a sacred light.

A golden halo emanated from her, illuminating the entire street.

The pressure of a level 57 Soul King was released without reservation.

Avalanche's smile froze on his face.

The pupils of the two Soul Saint elders suddenly contracted, their legs went weak, and they almost knelt down.

The two hundred elite soldiers were as if they had been frozen in place, their spears clattering to the ground.

Angelic Martial Soul.

That is the symbol of the Spirit Hall's Pope lineage, one of the most powerful spirits on the continent.

Avalanche's lips began to tremble.

"You...you are..."

Ling Feng stepped forward and stood beside Qian Renxue.

He didn't release his martial spirit, but simply watched the avalanche and said calmly.

"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, Ling Feng of a Thousand Ages."

Avalanche's mind went blank with a "buzz".

Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?

That twelve-year-old Soul Saint?

The legendary Spirit Hall heir, a prodigy with unparalleled combat prowess?

How...how did he get here?

Ling Feng looked at him, his gaze calm as still water.

"Your Highness, shall we continue the fight?"

Avalanche opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

The two Soul Saint elders behind him had already knelt down, trembling all over.

Those two hundred elite soldiers wished they could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Just now, they pointed guns at the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?

Chapter 88 Salas arrives and apologizes.

Xue Beng's face went from flushed to pale, and then from pale to ashen.

The folding fan in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud," and he looked completely dumbfounded.

Suddenly, he knelt down with a thud.

"Holy...Holy Son, spare me! I didn't know it was you! I really didn't know!"

He kowtowed repeatedly, his earlier arrogance completely gone.

Ling Feng looked down at him, his eyes showing neither mockery nor smugness.

Only peace.

"Get up."

Avalanche was stunned, looked up, and stared at him in disbelief.

Ling Feng said, "Ignorance is no excuse. Let's pretend today's events never happened."

Avalanche stared at him blankly, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

Ling Feng turned around and addressed Qian Renxue and Jin Chen.

"Let's go back to sleep."

The three turned and walked into the inn.

Behind him, Xue Beng knelt on the spot, not getting up for a long time.

The two hundred soldiers remained frozen in place, not daring to utter a sound.

Only when Ling Feng and the other two disappeared at the top of the stairs did Xue Beng wake up as if from a dream, plop down on the ground, panting heavily.

“Your Highness…” an elderly Soul Saint began cautiously.

Avalanche suddenly turned his head and glared at him fiercely.

"roll!"

……

Inside the inn, Jin Chen couldn't help but ask.

"Boss, why did you let that kid go? He was so arrogant just now!"

Ling Feng shook his head and said calmly.

"No need."

He walked to the window, looked at the soldiers retreating in disarray outside, and said softly.

“Killing him would only anger Emperor Xueye, which would be pointless. Keeping him alive will make him remember today’s lesson.”

Qian Renxue nodded.

"Moreover, after he goes back, he will definitely tell Xue Ye about what happened today. Emperor Xue Ye will be more cautious in his future actions once he knows that the Holy Son is in Tian Dou City."

Ling Feng smiled slightly.

"Exactly."

Jin Chen scratched his head, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"Anyway, whatever the boss says is right."

Ling Feng chuckled and tapped him on the head.

"Go to sleep. We have important things to do tomorrow."

Jin Chen covered his head, chuckled, and went back to his room.