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

Salas looked down at them, his eyes showing no anger, only coldness.

"I ask you, who ordered you to attack the Holy Son?"

The two old men were trembling, and one of them stammered.

"Yes, Your Highness... His Highness said someone injured one of his attendants and ordered us to teach them a lesson..."

"Teach them a lesson?" Salas's voice suddenly rose. "The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, is he someone you can teach a lesson to?"

The two old men kowtowed repeatedly, pleading, "Your Excellency, spare us! We didn't know it was the Holy Son! We really didn't know!"

Salas sneered and turned to look at the avalanche.

"Your Highness, you heard that. Your people say it was you who ordered it."

Avalanche was deathly pale, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

He knew that this matter wouldn't be so easily resolved.

Salas stopped looking at him and turned his gaze back to the two Soul Saints.

"Spirit Masters from the Spirit Hall attacked the Holy Son. Do you know what crime that is?"

The two old men trembled violently, one of them pleading, "Your Excellency, we truly didn't know that was the Holy Son! Please have mercy! Please have mercy!"

"Don't know?" Salas's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell.

"You didn't know how you could lay a hand on three children? You didn't know how you could bully three teenagers as a Soul Saint? Have all the soul power you've cultivated over the years gone to waste?"

The two old men collapsed to the ground, too exhausted to even beg for mercy.

They knew that Salas was right.

Regardless of whether the other party was a Holy Son or not, their attack on three teenagers as Soul Saints was a major taboo of the Spirit Hall.

Moreover, among those three youths was the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

Salas raised his hand, and a burst of intense white light condensed in his palm.

The pressure of the level 86 Soul Douluo was released without reservation, making everyone present almost unable to breathe.

"I hereby sentence you all to death."

"Your Excellency!" Xue Beng exclaimed in shock, "They are retainers of the Heavenly Dou Royal Family; it should be my father, the Emperor, who deals with them—"

"Your Highness."

Salas interrupted him, his gaze as cold as a knife, "They attacked the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. The Heaven Dou Royal Family cannot interfere in this matter."

He slapped down with his palm as soon as he finished speaking.

A white light fell like a bolt of lightning, enveloping the two Soul Saint elders.

There were no screams, no struggles, only a soft thud. When the white light faded, only two pools of ashes remained on the ground.

It scattered with a gust of wind.

The streets were deathly silent.

The soldiers were all pale-faced, their legs were weak, and they didn't dare to breathe.

They witnessed firsthand how two Soul Saint-level experts couldn't even withstand a single move from Salas.

The avalanche stood frozen, staring at the two pools of ash that were gradually dissipating, his mind blank.

Salas withdrew his hand, turned to look at him, and spoke in a calm tone as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"Your Highness, go back and tell His Majesty that these two people were killed by the Spirit Hall. If His Majesty has any complaints, tell him to come and find me."

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

He staggered back two steps, turned and ran, disappearing into the depths of the streets and alleys as he tumbled and crawled.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers scattered in all directions, afraid of being too slow.

On the street, only Salas and the Spirit Hall Soul Masters he brought remained.

Salas turned around and glanced at the lit window on the second floor.

By the window, a tall, slender figure stood with his hands behind his back. The moonlight shone on his face, obscuring his expression.

Salas took a deep breath and knelt on one knee.

“Your Highness, I acted without authorization and punished those two people. Please punish me.”

The figure upstairs remained silent for a moment, then said calmly, "Killed them then, get up."

Salas breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and said respectfully, "Your Highness, your lodgings for tonight have been arranged, Your Highness—"

“No need,” Ling Feng interrupted him.

"We will leave Tiandou City first thing tomorrow morning. Let's leave it at that."

Salas was taken aback, then clasped his hands and said, "Yes. Your subordinate respectfully sees off the Holy Son."

The figure by the window turned and left.

Salas stood there, staring at the window for a long time, before finally letting out a long sigh.

He turned around and whispered to the Soul Masters behind him, "Retreat."

Chapter 90 A Visit on a Snowy Night

The group disappeared silently into the night.

On the street, only two puddles of ashes remained, gradually dissipating in the wind. It was as if those two people had never existed.

Tian Dou Palace, Imperial Study.

Emperor Xueye sat behind his dragon desk, holding a secret report in his hand, his face ashen.

Beside him, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe stood with his hands at his sides, his expression calm, only occasionally glancing towards the direction of the palace gate.

"Your Majesty, Prince Avalanche has arrived," a eunuch's voice came from outside the palace.

Emperor Xueye put down the secret report and said in a deep voice, "Let him in."

The temple doors opened, and Xue Beng walked in with his head down.

He had changed his clothes, but his face was still pale and his steps were unsteady; he had lost all of his usual arrogance.

Reaching the center of the hall, he knelt down with a thud, his forehead pressed against the cold gold bricks.

"Your subject... pays respects to Your Majesty."

Emperor Xueye remained silent.

The imperial study was eerily quiet, with only the occasional crackling of the candlelight.

Avalanche knelt on the ground, sweat dripping down his face, but he dared not raise his hand to wipe it away.

After an unknown amount of time, Emperor Xueye finally spoke, his voice so calm that no emotion could be discerned.

“Raise your head.”

The avalanche shuddered and slowly raised its head.

He saw his father's majestic face, now covered with a layer of frost.

Tell me what you did tonight.

Avalanche's lips trembled as he recounted the events in broken sentences.

From hearing from the teahouse that three unfamiliar faces had checked into the inn, to leading a group to provoke them, to being repelled by Ling Feng, and finally Salas arriving...

“Those two worshippers…Bishop Salas killed them with a single palm strike…and they were gone.”

The sound of the avalanche grew fainter and fainter until it was almost inaudible.

Emperor Xueye closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no anger in them, only deep weariness.

"Two Soul Saints, killed without a second thought. The Spirit Hall has quite the power."

Xue Qinghe whispered from the side, "Father, those two attacked the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. Salas, as the Platinum Bishop, was eager to protect his master..."

"Extremely protective of its master?"

Emperor Xueye sneered.

"He killed a retainer of my Heavenly Dou royal family, right on the territory of my Heavenly Dou City, in front of two hundred Heavenly Dou soldiers."

“If he had even the slightest respect for the Heavenly Dou Empire, he should have handed the man over to me for disposal.”

The avalanche knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe.

Emperor Xueye looked at him and suddenly felt a wave of powerlessness.

This is his son, the son on whom he placed his high hopes.

They spend their days cockfighting and horse racing, bullying and monopolizing the market, and doing absolutely nothing of substance.

Now they've even offended the Spirit Hall and that twelve-year-old Soul Emperor.

"Do you know who you've offended today?" Emperor Xueye's voice was very low.

Xue Beng said in a trembling voice, "The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, Qian Gu Ling Feng."

"Qian Gu Ling Feng awakened at the age of six, and is said to have been born with full soul power. He became a Soul Emperor at the age of eleven, and is now only twelve."

"His father is Qian Gu Xiaoye, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, a level 95 Title Douluo, and his mother is the daughter of the Sect Master of the Holy Dragon Sect."

"Several Title Douluos from the Spirit Hall stood behind him."

The Snow Night Emperor spoke slowly and deliberately, "Can you afford to offend someone like that?"

He collapsed to the ground, unable to utter a single word.

Emperor Xueye stood up, walked to him, and looked down at his good-for-nothing son.

"Do you know what will happen to your soldiers and your two Soul Saints if Salas doesn't arrive in time tonight?"

Avalanche shook his head blankly.

Emperor Xueye sneered, "You think Qian Gu Lingfeng can't defeat your two Soul Saints?"