Douluo Continent: A conceptual term, inheriting the power to destroy life.

Chapter 77 The Incredibly Frustrated Dragon Emperor Douluo

Tang Feng's eyes were icy cold.

He certainly wouldn't listen to Long Xiaoyao's words.

Perhaps, in the future, he will obtain an entry related to time and witness that battle firsthand.

Regardless of the reason, my parents died at the hands of the Holy Spirit Cult, so the Holy Spirit Cult is destined to perish.

"Hey~"

Long Xiaoyao sighed.

His situation was different from Moon's; Moon's was a case of madness before his death.

He is at the peak of his life, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, he has a long life ahead of him.

If we're talking about who the most dangerous people for him and Ye Xishui to mess with in the Douluo Continent, Tang Feng right in front of them is definitely on the list.

Even the Sea God Pavilion, when they mobilized together, couldn't stop him.

This is tantamount to courting death, leading the Holy Spirit Cult to its demise.

"This is what I owe him."

Long Xiaoyao summoned the Dark Holy Dragon Martial Soul.

It was a giant dragon, entirely black, bathed in purplish-black lightning, its mighty power sweeping across the heavens and earth.

If the opponent has a martial soul of an ordinary dragon, then Long Xiaoyao's Dark Sacred Dragon martial soul has an extremely strong suppressive effect.

Unfortunately, the man he encountered today was the Silver Dragon King's man.

Nine spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, three black, and two red—appeared, radiating extreme pressure as they pressed down upon the two.

This overwhelming aura suddenly vanished as it approached Tang Feng.

"Take me, Limit Douluo, and try out my new soul skill."

Tang Feng's fifth spirit ring lit up.

A jet-black thorn, intertwined with purple lightning, hovered in his palm.

The Merciful Thorn is small in size, making it suitable for ranged attacks, and there is no limit to the number that can be used.

"go."

Tang Feng flicked his fingers.

The Compassionate Thorn transformed into a black streak of light and swiftly attacked Long Xiaoyao.

Its speed was so fast that it almost ignored spatial distance, and it arrived in front of Dragon Emperor Douluo in the blink of an eye.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Dragon Emperor's Dark Prison Silence!"

Long Xiaoyao dodged the Merciful Life Thorn by sidestepping.

The first ten-thousand-year soul ring beneath his feet instantly began to flash.

Immediately afterwards, the source of darkness surged forth, merging with the boundless power of space to form a destructive storm spanning thousands of meters.

Within a radius of a thousand meters, a layer of dark purple electric light permeated the area, annihilating all tangible matter.

After Tang Feng unleashed his fifth soul skill.

Long Xiaoyao had a sudden feeling that the Merciful Thorn in the other's palm was a great threat to him.

Tang Feng was just a Soul King, yet this Limit Douluo felt a sense of danger from him.

It must be said that every descendant of a deity has infinite potential.

"Absolutely the first move!"

Tang Feng revealed a cold smile.

The Merciful Thorn pierced through the void, leaving a bloody gash on Long Xiaoyao's arm.

As a Limit Douluo, Long Xiaoyao had no time to dodge and was slashed by the Compassionate Thorn.

"It can't heal?"

Long Xiaoyao was greatly surprised.

He could feel a mysterious force at the wound site, devouring his life force.

Although the amount of life force lost was not large, the wound was shrouded in a mysterious power that Long Xiaoyao could not remove with his soul power.

"What a bizarre soul skill."

Long Xiaoyao looked at him strangely.

He inexplicably felt that Tang Feng might be more like an evil soul master than he was, and that his soul skills even had the attribute of being unable to heal.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Dark Holy Dragon True Form."

Long Xiaoyao's figure gradually disappeared.

He transformed into a giant dragon over a thousand meters long, the power of darkness obscuring the sky, with purple-black lightning filling the heavens, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Even though Long Xiaoyao transformed into a dark holy dragon, there was still a clear bloodstain on its dragon scales.

"Ten Thousand Dragons Devour the Abyss!"

Long Xiaoyao adopted an offensive strategy as his defense. He was not careless at all towards someone who had managed to escape from the Sea God Pavilion.

Although Tang Feng may have used tricks, the fact that he could persist for so long shows that his strength cannot be judged by ordinary standards.

In an instant, the dark power within Long Xiaoyao surged, condensing into dark dragon heads that lunged at Tang Feng.

This soul skill deals area-of-effect damage and has a strong corrosive effect.

"Sister Lexuan, stay within one foot of me."

Tang Feng shielded Zhang Lexuan behind him.

Immediately, he activated his divine domain, protecting the two of them within it.

Although the divine realm is invincible, its range is limited to one foot, so to protect two people, they have to stick together.

Especially Zhang Lexuan, she is a mature and sophisticated woman, far superior to Wang Dong.

Wang Dong is petite and previously suffered a back injury due to the distance.

Zhang Lexuan's body is flawless, and she will only get closer to Tang Feng.

A ripple spread out around Tang Feng, and Zhang Lexuan tightly gripped the clothes around his waist, leaning her whole body against his back.

"You were indeed able to withstand the attack of a Limit Douluo."

Long Xiaoyao's expression was solemn.

With his Limit Douluo strength, even if he encountered Yan Shaozhe, a level 95 Super Douluo, he could kill him with a single blow.

After all, the difference between level 99 and level 95 is enormous.

Even though it hasn't reached the level of transformation at the life level, it already possesses overwhelming power.

"Take a few more of my Merciful Thorns!"

Tang Feng conjured a Compassion Thorn in each of his hands.

The opponent's tactics were clearly a group attack strategy, designed to keep Tang Feng constantly protecting Zhang Lexuan and prevent him from being distracted.

In fact, Long Xiaoyao's original goal was to kill Zhang Lexuan.

If Tang Feng fails to protect Zhang Lexuan even for a single moment, his mission will be accomplished.

"Absolutely the first move!"

"Imperial way to remove armor!"

"Understand the weaknesses!"

"Life taken away!"

Tang Feng introduces four new conceptual terms.

In an instant, the two life-saving needles transformed into black light, like flying swords that could strike enemies from a thousand miles away, and arrived in front of Long Xiaoyao.

The reason why the Soul Skill "Merciful Thorn" performed so unremarkably before was because Tang Feng did not add any conceptual terms to it; he was only testing the power of the Soul Skill itself.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Black Dragon Annihilation!"

Long Xiaoyao had another sudden whim.

An inexplicable sense of crisis hung over his heart, making the purplish-black lightning on the surface of his dragon scales burn even more intensely.

The dark elements within the Dark Holy Dragon surged forth like a tide, transforming into a vast ocean.

Immediately afterwards, wave after wave of dark tides, carrying the power to corrode all things, continuously surged towards Tang Feng.

"Boom~"

Dark waves, tens of meters high, crashed down relentlessly.

According to Long Xiaoyao's guess.

He used his 100,000-year-old soul skill to create a group attack effect, which would definitely be able to intercept the two Merciful Thorns.

However, in the face of a concept-level entry that guarantees absolute initiative, even a 100,000-year-old soul skill is still futile.

"Shua~shua~"

Two beams of light streaked past.

The Merciful Thorn silently broke through the Dark Holy Dragon's defenses and pierced through the thousand-meter-long dragon's body.

Just as Tang Feng was about to continue piercing the Dark Holy Dragon, Long Xiaoyao's black tide arrived from behind and finally annihilated him.

Unfortunately, Long Xiaoyao now had two more wounds on his body.

Long Xiaoyao could clearly feel his life force rapidly draining away, and he couldn't stop it at all.

"What kind of evil spirit master technique is this?"

Long Xiaoyao's face was grim.

The black dragon he unleashed destroyed the world, leveling all the mountains within a hundred miles.

However, within a foot of Tang Feng, everything remained unmoved, like a reef in the ocean, seemingly an eternal law of the world.

(End of this chapter)