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

Chapter 662 Tang San Admits Defeat
"How can it be?!"

Tang San was struck as if by a heavy blow; his face turned ashen instantly, and his eyes were filled with unparalleled horror and disbelief.

With the death warrant destroyed, his spirit was already wounded.

But what devastated him even more was that his greatest trump card, the deadly hidden weapon capable of killing a Soul Saint, couldn't even get close to his opponent?!

What field is this?
How could it be that strong?!
Inside the VIP box, Bibi Dong's stunningly beautiful face was filled with shock, followed by... pride and fervor.

The realm of the God of Death!
Bibi Dong knew that Dai Chengfeng possessed the Killing God Domain, but...

The intensity of Dai Chengfeng's domain, the tangible killing intent... is far more refined and terrifying than her own Killing God Domain!
How did he do that?
How many earth-shattering secrets is this little man of mine hiding?

A surge of heat, a mixture of pride, infatuation, and a desire to conquer, swept over Bibi Dong, making her breath quicken.

"The God of Slaughter Domain?! And it's... materialized?!"

In the distance, Dai Mubai, who was lying on the ground, cried out in shock, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

He originally thought that Dai Chengfeng's martial soul had undergone an unknown evolution, resulting in a significant increase in strength, but he never expected that the other party had even mastered the legendary domain power, and it was the Killing God Domain!
This is beyond genius; this is monster! This is prodigy!

How ridiculous that I even dared to compete with him!
The last trace of resentment and hope in Dai Mubai's heart was completely extinguished, leaving only endless coldness and despair.

In the shadows, Tang Hao's heart was also filled with turbulent waves as he stared intently at the white and red intertwined domain below.

He himself is the owner of the God of Slaughter Domain, and he knows how difficult it is to cultivate the God of Slaughter Domain to the level of "solidified killing intent". It requires a deep understanding of killing, an unyielding will, and an unimaginable accumulation of killing!
What exactly did Dai Chengfeng go through?!

He...

Tang Hao's heart clenched, but he forcibly suppressed the urge to make a move.

He believed in Xiao San, believed in Haotian Douluo's son, and believed that he would never easily admit defeat, nor would he allow his father to interfere in the battle with his peers!

This is Tang San's battle. Whether he succeeds or fails, whether he lives or dies, he must face it all himself!
Tang Hao could only suppress all his anxiety, worry, and shock, his eyes fixed intently on the scene.

…………

On the Soul Battle Stage, the terrifying domain of white and red slowly contracted, eventually condensing within a three-zhang radius around Dai Chengfeng. It was as viscous as a sea of ​​blood, with endless illusions of mountains of corpses and seas of blood floating in it.

At the center of the domain, Dai Chengfeng's golden hair moved without wind, and his eyes had turned into a pure blood red without any human emotion, containing only the most primal and pure killing intent.

The phantom of a white tiger, interwoven with gold and blue, behind him appeared even more ferocious and terrifying against the blood-red backdrop of this killing field, roaring silently to the sky with overwhelming murderous aura.

He looked at Tang San, who was pale and swaying, and slowly raised his right hand.

With his five fingers spread wide, the thick, blood-like killing intent around him frantically converged, compressed, and condensed towards his palm.

"You have a warrant from the King of Hell, ordering someone to die at midnight."

Dai Chengfeng spoke, his voice icy cold and devoid of any warmth.

"I have a technique, created amidst slaughter, honed between life and death..."

As Dai Chengfeng spoke, the murderous aura concentrated to the extreme in his palm gradually condensed into a dark red blade phantom over a foot long.

The blade is long and narrow, slightly curved, and its entire body is composed of solid killing energy. It seems as if countless vengeful spirits are howling and struggling on it. Just one glance is enough to pierce one's soul, as if one is about to be dragged into the deepest hell.

Dai Chengfeng's bloodshot eyes locked onto Tang San, and he spoke slowly and deliberately:
"This skill is called—Blood, Slaughter, Hundred Miles."

Before he finished speaking, he gently waved his loosely clenched right hand towards Tang San. There was no earth-shattering sound, no dazzling light.

Only a faint, thin, dark red line, as thin as a cicada's wing, silently cuts through space and extends forward.

Wherever it passed, a deep, smooth cut appeared silently on the incredibly hard ground of the Soul Arena, which was strong enough to withstand the battle of Soul Saints. The edges of the cut were as smooth as a mirror, yet it exuded a terrifying aura of annihilation.

Tang San's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints. Even with his Purple Demon Eye operating at its limit, he could only see the red line representing death magnified before his eyes.

He wanted to move, but his body felt as if it were being suppressed by a towering iceberg, and he couldn't move at all.
He tried to use his soul power, but it froze as if frozen.
He tried to use the Ghostly Shadow Technique, but his legs felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

That wasn't just a suppression of killing intent; it was a confinement of the entire killing domain condensed into a single point!
"Drink——!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Tang San unleashed all his potential, his Mysterious Heaven Skill was activated at full speed, and the Eight Spider Lances burst forth from his body once again, with purple-gold light shining on his body.

He tried to fight and struggle with all his strength and all his trump cards!

However, it was useless.

The dark red line of "blood slaughter for hundreds of miles" swept lightly across the scene.

No sound, no explosion.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The purple-gold light on Tang San's body shattered like a bubble, and the Eight Spider Lances let out a mournful cry before instantly retracting into his body.

He stood frozen in place, his face still contorted with the ferocity of a desperate struggle, but the purple light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

The thin, dark red line did not touch his body; it vanished quietly just an inch from his chest.

However, an indescribable, terrifying killing intent, like the sharpest ice spike, followed that invisible trajectory and pierced Tang San's spiritual sea!
“Ugh…Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”

Tang San let out a scream that was not human, and suddenly clutched his head with both hands. Fine beads of blood seeped from his seven orifices at the same time!
The world in his eyes was instantly filled with an endless sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses. Endless illusions of slaughter assaulted his soul, as if a million knives were cutting into his spirit, and countless wronged souls were howling in his ears!

This is not a physical attack; it is a spiritual impact that directly affects the soul!

Tang San's mental strength is already outstanding among his peers, and his Purple Demon Eye makes his mental strength exceptionally refined.

However, it still appeared fragile in the face of Dai Chengfeng's blood-soaked will to kill, forged through countless battles and tempered by the God of Slaughter domain.

He screamed and fell to his knees, his body convulsing violently, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat mixed with blood streaming down his face, clearly enduring unspeakable pain.

His consciousness was adrift in endless illusions of slaughter, and his Dao heart was almost shattered.

The terrifying killing aura surrounding Dai Chengfeng slowly receded, and his blood-red eyes returned to a deep black.

His face was slightly pale, clearly indicating that the seemingly effortless strike had taken a great toll.

"I...I admit defeat..."

Just as Tang San's consciousness was about to be completely swallowed by the boundless slaughter, he squeezed out a broken sound through his teeth.

Even someone as proud as him finally understood that this was a force he could no longer contend with.

If he continues like this, his mind will completely collapse, and he may even degenerate into a madman who only knows how to kill.

(End of this chapter)