Douluo Jueshi, world modulation mode

Baicao City.

Surrounded by plains, the area enjoys a mild, humid climate with little temperature difference between day and night, making it ideal for cultivating various medicinal herbs. Several noble families jointly operate the area, and a considerable army is stationed here to protect some of the precious herbs. In this critical moment, they barely managed to hold off the vanguard of the rebel army, forcing this portion of the troops to remain outside the city, awaiting reinforcements.

As the time goes.

Troops, boasting a million-strong force, arrived one after another.

It is named Million.

In reality, it's 400,000.

Most of them were ordinary people who were forcibly conscripted and were responsible for miscellaneous tasks and logistics.

Fewer than 100,000 people had actually received more than a year of military training and were equipped with armor and weapons.

Among them, only ten to twenty thousand soul masters possess soul power of level ten or above. The majority are below level thirty and don't even have three soul rings.

"Father." The gloomy-looking Duke Xue Leng lifted the tent flap and called out a title that surprised outsiders to Marquis Xue Kui inside.

Although both were lords of the same province, Xue Leng was a hereditary duke whose ancestors had made great contributions, while Xue Kui was only a marquis.

“It’s better to use such titles less often when we’re out in public,” said Marquis Xue Kui, the middle-aged man, his gaze falling on Xue Leng with a hint of affection and relief in his eyes.

In his youth, he had a romantic affair with Xue Leng's mother, the Duchess at the time. Unexpectedly, this affair resulted in the Duke being cuckolded, and his son inheriting the previous Duke's estate.

“I know,” Xue Leng said. “Father, the Holy Envoy just came to see me.”

"What?" Xue Kui asked nervously.

The "Holy Envoy" they spoke of was a mysterious and powerful figure who had suddenly approached them a few months prior. He promised to help them ascend to the throne. They initially disbelieved him, until one of the Holy Envoys displayed a unique combination of three 100,000-year spirit rings. Another Holy Envoy claimed to have special abilities to transform them, saying he could grant them extraordinary powers.

By the time they realized they had been transformed into evil spirit masters using some kind of sinister magic, it was too late. But the two were never good people to begin with; driven by their pursuit of power and strength, they directly became disciples of the Holy Envoy.

He had merely secretly slaughtered a few villages in his own territory, yet he had directly elevated his soul power from the Soul Emperor level to the Soul Saint level. The soaring power captivated the father and son, and they didn't hesitate to accept the Holy Envoy's order to launch a rebellion. After all, in their eyes, the so-called Guardian God of Battle Spirits, Tianyang, could never possibly be as powerful as the Holy Envoy.

Moreover, under the cover of war, there's even less to worry about those Shrek Academy guys tracking down evil soul masters. Once he and his son ascend to the supreme position and become titled Douluo, they might be able to shake off those two holy envoys and achieve an unprecedented unification of the Douluo realm!
"The Holy Envoy told me that he has killed that damned Tianyang Douluo and His Majesty." Xue Leng said arrogantly, "All the royal family members who participated in the ancestral worship ceremony are dead."

"Good, good, good!" Xue Kui laughed.

"Now, the Douling royal family will definitely be in chaos. Son, the biggest obstacle on your path to the throne has been eliminated."

“It’s past noon now. Let the soldiers rest for a while before attacking the city this afternoon.” Xue Leng licked her lips, a chilling smile in her eyes. “There are quite a few villages near Baicao City. Father, let’s go and enjoy ourselves first.”

Xue Kui hesitated for a moment, but couldn't suppress the deep longing for fresh flesh and blood in his heart. "Okay, I hope there will be more babies this time. Such tender flesh and blood is the best."

The identities of evil spirit masters are ultimately something that cannot be brought into the open. The two usually try to conceal this. Because the Holy Envoy is currently unwilling to provoke Shrek Academy, they dare not slaughter cities. The souls and flesh on the battlefield have all been taken by the two Holy Envoys, so they can only slaughter some villages for a snack.

Suddenly, a loud voice echoed between heaven and earth, as if it came from the highest heavens.

"Xue Kui, Xue Leng, get out here for me!"

The loud noise directly startled the rebel army that was resting, as well as the nobles on the walls of Baicao City who were hesitating whether to surrender to the enemy and leading their personal guards.

"This king? Is this some prince of the empire?" The nobleman clinging to the city wall stared at the figure in the air, feeling utterly unfamiliar with him. However, he seemed incredibly powerful.

Hastily donning their armor, Xue Kui and Xue Leng emerged from the camp, escorted by four Title Douluos from the army. These four Title Douluos were originally Soul Douluos, but Zhongli Wufengling had transformed them into Evil Soul Masters using a secret technique of the Holy Spirit Cult, forcibly devouring vengeful spirits and blood essence to advance to Title Douluos. However, their strength was far weaker than that of normal Title Douluos; they were essentially half-finished products, only slightly stronger than Soul Douluos.

"Who are you!" Xue Leng shouted.

An Zhen, standing in the void, did not answer him. Her calm voice echoed between heaven and earth, "Xue Leng and Xue Kui colluded with the leaders of the Evil Soul Master organization Holy Spirit Cult, Zhong Liwu and Feng Ling, to assassinate the Emperor and His Majesty Tianyang. The evidence is conclusive. They are henchmen of the Evil Soul Masters."

His dark eyes, like the lofty Heavenly Dao, calmly surveyed the masses below. "Today, I, Anzhen, have been personally appointed by His Majesty as Prince, and will assume imperial power on his behalf. Those in the rebel army who have been forced to commit this evil deed, if they surrender, may still have their lives spared!"

The black-haired youth stood in the void, exuding no aura, yet he exerted immense psychological pressure on the soldiers below who saw his figure.

"Insolence!" Xue Kui shouted, his face ashen. "Acting as emperor? I think you're the one who's treacherous, colluding with evil spirit masters!"

Xue Leng looked at the four Title Douluos around her, "Four Venerable Ones, I trouble you all to take action and capture this traitorous rebel!"

"Rest assured, Your Grace." A burly man's face twisted into a ferocious expression. "Where did this brat, who hasn't even grown his first hair yet, come from, daring to spout such nonsense here?"

"Seventh Soul Ring, Martial Soul True Body!" Despite saying this, the man showed no sign of contempt, immediately activating his Martial Soul True Body, especially since he couldn't see through the opponent's aura. Perhaps the opponent possessed some kind of treasure; even the most monstrous genius couldn't possibly be stronger than such a young child.

A gigantic fire lion, over twenty meters tall at the shoulder, appeared on the plain. Its body was a mixture of yellow, purple, black, and black, with nine spirit rings swirling around it. The soldiers present were filled with awe. The flames, which should have been orange-red, were now covered in a strange, blood-red color.

"They're courting death." An Zhen frowned, sensing the evil aura emanating from the Flame Lion.

Reflecting the Snow Emperor. A touch of pristine white snow appeared at the tips of Anzhen's hair.

"Imperial Sword, Unparalleled Ice." An Zhen murmured, and a deep blue longsword that seemed to be formed from ice crystals appeared in his hand, its extreme coldness seemingly freezing the space itself.

The world.

Sudden.

An Zhen's figure appeared directly in front of the Flame Lion.

Then it stopped.

When the Flame Lion's eyes showed fear, its ninth spirit ring lit up without hesitation. The Flame Lion's body suddenly swelled to more than twice its size, and strange, scorching blood-red flames burned the void as it lunged at An Zhen like a primordial monster.

An Zhen swung down her ice sword.

The deep blue longsword flashed through the air, its color fading to a pale white, resembling the purest snow and ice of the far north. The sword's edge, imbued with terrifying coldness, made contact with the flames on the blood-red lion. The eerie flames were immediately suppressed, while the white, icy light pierced through the lion's path, cleaving the massive fiery lion in two amidst the lion's terrified expression.

The extreme cold froze the void, splitting the fiery lion in two and turning it back into a giant ice sculpture.

“Unexpectedly weak.” An Zhen twirled the white longsword, placed it on the ice sculpture’s head, and pointed the icy tip at Xue Kui and Xue Leng, who were being guarded by three Title Douluo.

"Who's next?"

"You...you..." Xue Leng subconsciously took a step back, a chill running through her. She was clearly stunned by An Zhen's act of slaying a titled character with a single sword strike.

"Don't panic." Xue Kui, his legs trembling, supported Xue Leng, repeating, "He's all alone, he's all alone!"

"Yes." Xue Leng, barely managing to steady herself, stood up and shouted, "He's all alone!"

"Whoever takes his head will be rewarded with one million gold soul coins on the spot. After I, the Duke, wipe out these traitors, I will bestow upon him the title of hereditary duke!"

"Shut up!" An Zhen snorted coldly.

The world.

An Zhen's figure appeared instantly in front of Xue Kui and Xue Leng.

A fierce blizzard descended.

The three titled Douluo, who had already possessed martial souls, simultaneously unleashed their strongest single-target soul skills with their soul rings: a bloody cold wind, eerie lightning, and a blood-red greatsword that seemed to emanate the wails of vengeful spirits as it was wielded.

"Emperor's Palm, Great Cold with No Snow."

An Zhen's hands, which seemed to have transformed into white jade, pushed forward, and a blizzard followed. The sharp chill directly froze the eerie evil in front of them, an absolute suppression. The bone-chilling cold surged into their meridians along with the collision of their soul power. White frost appeared on their skin, and their bodies instantly stiffened. Before they could even utter a word of pleading, the chill had already frozen their throats.

at the same time.

Before they could even understand the situation, the guards and soul master soldiers, eager to make a name for themselves and greedy for wealth, swarmed forward.

"Ah."

The extreme chill seemed to transform into a dragon, swirling around An Zhen's body.

The plains, which were originally bathed in the warm spring sunshine, were suddenly covered with a thick layer of white snow.

From feeling the cold to losing all sensation, even the Soul Saint's personal guards couldn't withstand it for a second, their heart meridians directly frozen by the terrifying chill.

When they saw the person in front of them suddenly covered in frost, turning into an ice sculpture, and when they saw one powerful person after another die instantly, realizing that they were beings beyond human capability, the soldiers in front desperately retreated. However, the soldiers behind, unaware of the situation and still charging forward, pushed them directly into the deathly cold prison.

Anzhen, move forward.

It's like entering a deserted place.

The terrifying spirit materialized into two hands, directly pressing the retreating Xue Kui and Xue Leng father and son to the ground.

The soldiers behind them finally felt the biting cold.

The news of the four Title Douluo's tragic deaths was immediately shouted out by the fleeing soldiers, and panic spread throughout the army. The instinct for survival drove them to retreat and run away. Even when faced with the threat of the whip-wielding, brainwashed, death-servant-like supervisor, they were completely ignored. Under extreme emotional stimulation, many even swung their swords and spears at the supervisor soldiers.

The so-called million-strong army was thus defeated.

(End of this chapter)