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

Xiong Jun choked, then said in a gruff voice, "I'm not questioning the lord, I just feel—"

He paused, his voice lowering slightly, "We soul beasts have fought with humans for millions of years. How many of our people have died at the hands of humans? Now you want to place your hopes on a human child?"

Biji said softly, "Lord Xiong, the Lord has his own reasons."

"Consider?" Xiong Jun sneered.

"What good is a twelve-year-old child, no matter how talented? Human lifespan is only a hundred years. What will we gain when he dies of old age?"

The Demon King spoke in a sinister tone: "Lord Xiong, you underestimate that human. He has the blood of the dragon race within him."

Xiong Jun was taken aback: "What?"

The Demon King said, "I sensed it when Di Tian brought him in. His martial souls are the Dark Holy Dragon and the Light Holy Dragon, inherited from a reclusive human family."

"While that bloodline isn't as pure as the Lord's, it is indeed that of a dragon. And—"

He paused for a moment, then added, "He still carries the aura of the Dragon King."

Upon hearing this, all the ferocious beasts were stunned. Crimson Flame, Frost. The Fire Dragon King and the Water Dragon King.

Those two are second only to the Dragon God and the Silver Dragon King in the world of soul beasts.

"Did the two Dragon Kings give him their dragon energy?"

Brigitte's voice was filled with disbelief.

Di Tian finally turned around and looked at them: "Not only that. When the Lord bestowed the power of origin, the dragon energy of the two Dragon Kings resonated within him. The Lord said that he is a variable."

Xiong Jun fell silent. He could distrust a human doll, but he could not distrust the Lord.

Biji said softly, "Ditian, you've had the most contact with that child. Do you think... he's trustworthy?"

Di Tian remained silent for a long time.

The moonlight shone on his face, revealing his handsome yet indifferent features.

"I first met him when he was six years old," he finally spoke, his voice calm.

"Qian Daoliu brought him to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt for spirit rings. The child stood in front of me and asked if I could give him a suitable spirit beast."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips: "He's six years old. He's not afraid of me."

Biji remained silent, listening quietly. Di Tian continued.

"He came several more times after that, each time stronger than the last. At the age of eleven, he came to find the Dark Demon God Tiger."

“That beast was fed with immortal herbs by me for four years, and its strength is close to 230,000 years. Even ordinary titled Douluo would not dare to provoke it easily. That child went in alone, defeated it head-on, and made it willingly sacrifice itself.”

Xiong Jun's pupils contracted slightly.

He knew the strength of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.

Although they are not as powerful as those ferocious beasts, they are still among the top-tier soul beasts of the hundred thousand years.

Can an eleven-year-old human defeat it head-on?

“He relied not on luck, but on strength,” Di Tian said. “His foundation is more solid than any human I have ever seen.”

"His fifth spirit ring is 100,000 years old, his sixth spirit ring is 230,000 years old, and he also has the dragon energy of two dragon kings in his body. His path has gone further than any human."

The Demon King said quietly, "Aren't you afraid that he will become a human's weapon in the future and turn against us?"

Di Tian looked at him calmly: "He won't."

"why?"

“Because he has seen it before,” Di Tiandao said.

"In these three months, he traveled to the borders of the two great empires, saw people who couldn't afford salt, children who couldn't afford to go to school, and merchants who made a living on the border."

"He knows what the world is like."

He paused, then said softly, "He wants to change the world. And changing the world requires power."

“We give him strength, and he opens a path for us. This path may be impassable, or it may be passable, but it is better than waiting to die here.”

All the ferocious beasts fell silent.

Under the moonlight, the Lake of Life remained calm.

Suddenly, Biji smiled, a smile as gentle as a spring breeze: "Di Tian, ​​you and the Lord are both gambling."

Di Tian did not deny it: "Yes, I'm betting."

Xiong Jun said in a muffled voice, "But what if we lose the bet?"

Di Tian turned around and looked in the direction of Wuhun City in the distance, but the figure of that boy had already disappeared.

But he knew the child would come back.

"If you lose the bet, you just continue waiting to die. If you win—"

Chapter 105 Tang Hao's Resurrection

He paused, his voice very soft, "Perhaps one day, soul beasts and humans will be able to live together."

Xiong Jun opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

He turned and strode into the forest, his figure quickly disappearing into the darkness.

Brigitte sighed, "He's still not convinced."

Di Tian said calmly, "Let him be unconvinced. He'll be convinced when that child becomes a god."

Brigitte looked at him and suddenly asked, "Do you believe he can become a god?"

Di Tian did not answer.

He simply looked into the distance, towards the direction of Wuhun City.

Under the moonlight, his shadow was stretched very long.

Biji shook her head and turned to leave. The other ferocious beasts also dispersed, leaving only Di Tian by the Lake of Life.

He stood there, motionless, like a statue.

"Lord."

He suddenly spoke, his voice very soft, "How far do you think that child can go?"

There was no response from the depths of the lake.

But Di Tian knew that the Lord had heard it.

He just smiled and turned to leave.

Behind us, the Lake of Life remained calm.

Deep in the lake, a silver figure slowly opened its eyes.

Those silver, vertical pupils reflected the starlight of the sky.

"Variables," she murmured. "Then let me see what tricks you can pull."

She closed her eyes and sank back into her millennia-long slumber.

Six months ago, deep within the Starry Sky Forest.

Tang Hao's consciousness sank in the darkness, like a drowning person unable to grasp anything.

He remembered the enormous foot that blotted out the sky, the sound of bones shattering, and Ah Yin's smile that flashed through his mind in the last moment.

Then came endless darkness.

died.

he died.

He thought, so this is what death is like: no light, no sound, nothing at all.

He didn't know how long he had been drifting in this darkness—perhaps a moment, perhaps eternity.

Until a golden light tore through the darkness and shone upon him.

The light was intense and majestic, carrying an undeniable power.

Tang Hao's soul trembled in that light, not from fear, but from awe.

That was power from a higher level, surpassing Title Douluo, surpassing Peerless Douluo, surpassing everything he could imagine.

"Tang Hao."

A voice rang out, like thunder from the heavens, making his very soul tremble.

Tang Hao tried to speak, but found that he had no mouth, no vocal cords, nothing at all.

He was just consciousness, a solitary consciousness.

Do you hate it?

Tang Hao remained silent.

Does he hate it? Of course he hates it.

I hate the Spirit Hall, I hate Qian Gu Xiao Ye, I hate Qian Xun Ji, I hate everyone who took Ah Yin away.

But he hated himself even more, hated his own incompetence, hated that he couldn't protect her, hated that he died such a pathetic death.

"hatred."

His consciousness vibrated in the darkness.

The voice paused for a moment, then said, "I can give you a second life, and the power to take revenge. But you will have to pay a price."

Tang Hao's soul jolted. "Who are you?"

"Asura God".

Tang Hao was stunned. The Asura God. A god.

A legendary being. He never imagined that he would encounter a god after his death.

"Are you willing?"

The Asura God's voice was devoid of any emotion, as if stating a fact.