Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 661 Tang San's Shock

Tang San remained silent, and the Blue Silver Grass spread silently, instantly covering half of the Soul Arena.

At the same time, he leaned forward slightly, his footwork shifting, already assuming the starting stance of the Ghostly Shadow technique.

Facing an opponent like Dai Chengfeng, any probing could be fatal; one must go all out, even... risk one's life.

"Be careful."

Tang San let out a low shout, and his figure suddenly blurred, turning into several afterimages that attacked Dai Chengfeng from different directions.

The blue silver grass moves accordingly, sometimes twining, sometimes piercing, sometimes releasing paralyzing toxins, weaving together into a three-dimensional net.

Dai Chengfeng stood quietly until the Blue Silver Grass touched his body, and Tang San's hidden fist, carrying the luster of the Mysterious Jade Hand and the skillful force of the Crane Control and Dragon Capture Technique, struck his face—

He moved.

There were no exaggerated movements; he simply raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and struck.

"boom!"

Their fists collided, creating a shockwave.

Tang San felt a primordial force surging towards him, the luster of his Xuan Yu Hand fluctuated violently, and the gentle force of his Crane Control and Dragon Capture technique was instantly crushed by that pure and extreme power, like a mud ox entering the sea.

He grunted and used the force to fly backward, taking three steps back after landing. Each step left a crack in the ground as he managed to dissipate the force. His arm was already sore and numb.

What a terrifying power!

After his martial soul evolved, his physical strength increased by such a great extent? Tang San was shocked.

Dai Chengfeng withdrew his fist and said calmly, "Your technique is good, but your strength is lacking. If this is all you have to rely on, then this fight can end here."

Tang San's eyes sharpened.

He knew that conventional methods offered no chance of success.

Eight spider spears burst forth from behind her clothes, their purplish-black spider legs gleaming with a chilling light and exuding a deadly poison.

His speed increased dramatically, and he unleashed the full power of his Ghostly Shadow Technique, combining it with the sharpness and unpredictable angles of his Eight Spider Lances to launch a storm of attacks from all directions.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The sound of hammering metal, as dense as rain, rang out.

Dai Chengfeng did not use his martial spirit to possess his body. He blocked all the attacks of the Eight Spider Lances with just his bare hands, whether by slapping, pointing, parrying, or deflecting.

His movements didn't seem fast, but he always managed to precisely intercept the spider spear's weakest point of attack at the last possible moment.

The spider spear tip, powerful enough to pierce through metal, couldn't leave even a trace of white mark on his skin.

Occasionally, an attack that slipped through his fingers would touch his body, producing a metallic clang and sparks flying.

"External soul bone, not bad. It's a pity that your application of it is still at a rather crude stage."

Dai Chengfeng still had time to comment, his tone calm but with a condescending air.

Tang San grew increasingly alarmed and powerless as the fight progressed.

He had already used every trick in the book: Ghostly Shadow Steps, Purple Demon Eyes, Jade Hand, Crane Control and Dragon Capture, Mysterious Heaven Skill internal energy, Blue Silver Grass control, and the Eight Spider Spears' powerful attack...

Even the secretly released poison seemed to have no effect on Dai Chengfeng.

The other party is like a rock in the deep sea; no matter how turbulent the waves, I remain unmoved.

He had only ever felt this unfathomable feeling when facing his father, Tang Hao.

This can't go on like this!

A resolute glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.

He knew that his greatest reliance, and his last chance, was that one thing.

After exchanging another blow, Tang San used the momentum to retreat, creating a ten-meter distance between himself and Dai Chengfeng. He slowly straightened up, retracting the Eight Spider Lances into his body, and the Blue Silver Grass receded like a tide.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as if adjusting something.

Dai Chengfeng did not pursue, but simply watched quietly, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

Inside the VIP box, Bibi Dong unconsciously tightened her grip on the scepter.

With her keen eyesight, she could naturally tell that Tang San's current state was not right; it was a kind of desperate silence.

She looked at Dai Chengfeng and saw that he remained calm, which reassured her somewhat, but a trace of worry quietly emerged.

How many secrets is this little man still hiding?

Can he handle Tang San's final stand?

On the field, Tang San opened his eyes.

The purple hue in his eyes had faded, leaving only a frozen calm and resolute expression.

He raised his right hand, and between his index and middle fingers, there appeared a slender needle, about half a foot long, entirely black, yet faintly shimmering with an eerie blue light under the illumination.

The moment the needle appeared, an indescribable aura of coldness, deathly silence, and terror spread out.

Hu Liena, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing, who were standing nearby, all shivered at the same time, as if they were being watched by something extremely dangerous, and their souls trembled.

Even Dai Mubai, who was barely able to watch the battle from a distance, felt a pang of fear.

"This item is called the Yama's Decree."

Tang San's voice was completely flat, eerily calm, "It means, if the King of Hell wants you dead at midnight, who dares to keep you alive until dawn?"

"Dai Chengfeng, you are strong, so strong that I have to use this last trump card. There has never been a survivor before this. Are you ready?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Tang San moved.

It wasn't a rapid dash, but a mysterious footwork, combined with an extremely subtle flick of the wrist. The pitch-black "King Yama's Decree" transformed into an almost imperceptible streak of dark light, silent yet faster than the sight could perceive, shooting straight at Dai Chengfeng's brow!
There was no grand display, no violent fluctuations of soul power, but wherever this dark light passed, the air seemed to be frozen and corroded, leaving a faint black mark that lingered for a long time.

A chilling aura that seemed to lock onto the soul instantly enveloped all of Dai Chengfeng's vital organs.

However, just when everyone thought Dai Chengfeng was about to encounter a great calamity, or even die on the spot—

Dai Chengfeng smiled.

It was a smile that carried a hint of melancholy, yet also an air of boundless pride and coldness.

Faced with that deadly dark light, he neither dodged nor avoided it, but simply took a step forward gently and slowly.

One step forward, and the world changes!

"boom--!!!"

An unparalleled, terrifying killing intent, like a ferocious beast that had been sleeping for millennia suddenly awakening, erupted with a roar centered on Dai Chengfeng!

The killing intent was thick and viscous, almost tangible, no longer an ethereal aura, but transformed into a terrifying domain of interwoven white and crimson!
Starting from Dai Chengfeng's feet, a terrifying intent condensed from all sorts of negative emotions—coldness, deathly silence, slaughter, madness, despair—mixed with a viscous, blood-mist-like killing intent, instantly swept across the entire Soul Arena and spread wildly toward the stands!

The realm of the God of Death!
Moreover, it has evolved to an extremely high level, almost forming a substantial God of Slaughter Domain!
"what--!"

In the stands, the weaker Soul Masters instantly clutched their heads and screamed in agony, their faces turning deathly pale, their spirits severely damaged.

Even Soul Emperors and Soul Saints felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their bodies stiffened, their soul power flowed sluggishly, and fear surged uncontrollably in their hearts.

The swift and vicious "Decree of the King of Hell" light, upon entering this terrifying realm interwoven with white and red, seemed to sink into a quagmire, its speed visibly slowing down the moment it entered.

The sharp energy and poison attached to it were being frantically worn down and eroded by the endless, layered, viscous killing intent, emitting a piercing "hissing" sound, and the light dimmed rapidly.

Finally, it stopped completely less than three feet from Dai Chengfeng's brow, then with a soft "pop," it turned into dust and vanished without a trace.

The King of Hell's decree was completely obliterated by this pure and domineering killing field!
(End of this chapter)