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

Ling Feng stood by the window, gazing thoughtfully at the gradually quieting street outside.

After tonight, his travels in Tiandou City will likely come to an early end.

but it does not matter.

What I needed to see, I've seen. What I needed to meet, I've met.

It's time to go somewhere else.

Heaven Dou City, Martial Soul Temple.

Bishop Salas of Platinum was reclining on a soft couch, with two concubines in his arms and a glass of fine wine in his hand, looking very content.

As the highest-ranking official of the Spirit Hall within the Heaven Dou Empire, and an 86th-level Soul Douluo, he lived a more comfortable life in Heaven Dou City than the emperor.

When those nobles saw him, which one didn't bow and scrape?

Even the Great Emperor Xueye had to give him some face.

"Your Excellency, please try these grapes, they are very sweet."

A concubine peeled a grape and brought it to his lips.

Salas opened his mouth to take it, and casually pinched her cheek, making the concubine giggle.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Salas frowned, about to reprimand, when the door was suddenly pushed open.

His trusted deacon stumbled in, pale-faced and covered in sweat.

"Your Excellency! Something terrible has happened!"

Salas's face darkened: "What's the panic? Is the sky falling?"

The steward knelt down with a thud, his voice trembling: "My lord, this is worse than the sky falling down!"

"The Holy Son... His Highness the Holy Son is surrounded in Heaven Dou City!"

"what?!"

Salas sat up abruptly, throwing the concubine in his arms aside, and smashing the wine cup on the ground.

He grabbed the deacon by the collar, his eyes wide with shock: "What did you say? Say it again!"

"Your Highness, Lord Qian Gu Ling Feng is currently surrounded by Prince Xue Beng's troops at an inn in the city!"

The deacon stammered, "It's said that His Highness Avalanche even sent two Soul Saints to cause trouble, but they were already repelled by the Holy Son..."

Salas felt a buzzing in his head and was completely dumbfounded.

The Holy Son is in Heaven Dou City, and this Platinum Bishop doesn't even know it!

The Holy Son was surrounded by people, and this Platinum Bishop was the last to know!

They even used a Soul Saint?

He even brought troops with him?

A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight up to the top of his head.

“Where’s the avalanche? Where is the avalanche now?” he roared.

The steward quickly replied, "They're still at the inn!"

Salas threw him aside and strode out, yelling as he went.

"Guards! Summon all available Soul Masters! All those above the Soul Saint level, assemble! Now!"

The entire Spirit Temple erupted in chaos.

In less than a quarter of an hour, more than twenty high-level Soul Masters had assembled, including three Soul Saints and the rest were all Soul Emperors.

Salas, dressed in a white robe with a somber expression, led his men toward the east of the city.

Avalanche, avalanche, if you're going to die, don't drag me down with you!

That's the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, the apple of the Grand Elder's eye, the apple of the entire Spirit Hall's eye!

If he loses even a single hair, let alone a prince like you, even if Emperor Xueye himself came, he wouldn't be able to cover it up!

When Salas and his men arrived at the inn, they saw the soldiers fleeing in disarray from the avalanche.

Avalanche himself stood in the middle of the street, his face ashen, cursing at the two Soul Saint elders: "Useless! All of you are useless! You can't even handle three country bumpkins!"

Enraged, Salas took a step forward, unleashing the full pressure of an 86th-level Soul Douluo, which pressed down like a mountain.

"avalanche!"

Avalanche froze, turned around and saw Salas's gloomy face that could drip water, and the more than twenty high-level soul masters behind him who were full of murderous intent. His legs went weak and he almost knelt down again.

“Bishop Salas…”

Salas walked up to him, looked down at him, and spoke in a cold voice.

"Your Highness, what a display of power! Who gave you the audacity to lead troops to besiege the Holy Son of my Spirit Hall?"

Avalanche's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Salas snorted coldly, ignored him, and turned to walk towards the inn.

He took two steps and then stopped, glancing back at the two hundred trembling soldiers. He said coldly, "Withdraw the troops. I will personally report to Emperor Xueye what happened tonight."

After saying that, he strode into the inn.

Inside the inn, Ling Feng and his two companions were preparing to go upstairs.

Salas immediately spotted the boy standing at the front, about twelve or thirteen years old, with a handsome face and deep, unfathomable eyes.

He stood there, without releasing any fluctuations of soul power, yet he possessed an aura that commanded respect.

Salas had no more doubts. He took a few steps forward and knelt down on one knee with a thud.

"Your subordinate Salas, Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall's Heaven Dou City Branch, greets Your Highness, Holy Son! I am late and have caused Your Highness alarm; I deserve to die!"

The twenty-odd high-level Soul Masters behind him all knelt down.

Ling Feng looked down at the platinum bishop kneeling on the ground, his gaze calm as still water.

"Get up. It's nothing serious."

Salas looked up at him cautiously, and only after confirming that the Holy Son was not angry did he breathe a sigh of relief, stand up, and whisper.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will give you an explanation for tonight's events."

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"That brat Xue Beng, I will make sure he knows that the people of the Spirit Hall are not to be trifled with."

Ling Feng shook his head and said calmly, "No need. He has already learned his lesson."

He paused, then looked at Salas, "But you, Bishop Salas, as the branch hall master of Heaven Dou City, do you know how well my Spirit Hall's kindergarten is doing?"

Salas was taken aback, then quickly replied, "Reporting to the Holy Son, everything is going smoothly at the kindergarten."

"Currently, the two branch schools in the east and south of the city have enrolled over five hundred students, all from ordinary families. The people are deeply grateful to the Spirit Hall, and they all say..."

"No need for nice words."

Ling Feng interrupted him, "I only have one question for you: Are those children well-fed? Are they warmly dressed? Is what they are learning useful?"

Salas was stunned for a moment before replying, "Reporting to the Holy Son, we are well-fed and warmly clothed. We are learning literacy, arithmetic, and receiving instruction from the Spirit Hall..."

Ling Feng nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

"He's fairly honest."

He turned around and walked upstairs, but stopped after taking two steps.

“Bishop Salas, I will leave Tiandou City early tomorrow morning. There is no need to pursue the matter of tonight.”

"But you must remember, the Spirit Hall runs kindergartens not to win people's hearts, but to ensure that those children can live like human beings in the future."

Salas bowed deeply: "Your subordinate will remember."

Ling Feng didn't say anything more and went upstairs with Qian Renxue and Jin Chen.

Salas stood there, watching their figures disappear at the top of the stairs, before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

He turned around, walked out of the inn, glanced at Xue Beng still standing on the street, and said coldly, "Your Highness, I will report to His Majesty the truth about what happened tonight."

Avalanche's face turned pale. He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Salas stood at the entrance of the inn, watching the disheveled figure from behind, secretly relieved.

Fortunately, the Holy Son was magnanimous and didn't hold it against him. Fortunately, I arrived in time, and nothing went wrong.

He looked up at the lit window on the second floor and whispered instructions to the butler beside him.

"Send more men to guard this inn. We'll withdraw whenever His Highness the Holy Son leaves."

"Yes!"

On the street, Avalanche had just turned around and hadn't taken more than a few steps when Salas's icy voice came from behind him.

"stop."

The avalanche froze, its steps halting.

He slowly turned around and met Salas's sinister eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

"Bishop Salas, is there anything else?"

Salas didn't look at him; his gaze passed over him and landed on the two Soul Saint elders behind him.

The two old men were huddled among the soldiers, wishing they could hide themselves.

Feeling Salas's gaze, the two of them shivered simultaneously.

"You two, come out here."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Two elderly Soul Saints, their faces pale and trembling, stepped out from the crowd and knelt down with a thud.

"Lord, Lord Bishop..."