Douluo Continent: Building a Divine Kingdom Starting from the Spirit Hall

"What are you all worried about? Our soul skills are interfering with his sword energy."

Feng Aotian, the captain of the Shenfeng Academy, still had absolute confidence. He had just seen it. Although the sword energy was strange and difficult to defend against, it could be greatly interfered with by using his soul skill to create a whirlwind on his body. It was nothing to worry about.

Not to mention that most of them can still fly, giving them absolute control.

The teams from other colleges were also thinking of ways to deal with the situation. They admitted that they were no match for that person in a one-on-one fight, but they would never lose in a team battle.

This is the significance of a team: by adjusting the team members, different tactics can be deployed to counter any type of opponent.

Compared to the calm demeanor of the various academy teams, the other spectators were quite excited, especially the young men and women who had become fans of a certain individual. They shouted the names of Huanyin Academy and Gai Zongheng, and some even called him the Sword Saint.

"Yay! I knew the pervert would win."

Enveloped in a large cloak, Tang Yuehua stood up excitedly, eager to rush over and celebrate this victory with that lecherous man.

I was initially very worried, but now things are better, and I can see some hope.

"That's because his opponent underestimated him and was careless; he'll definitely lose next time."

Tang Xue didn't take it seriously. Although she was also impressed by Tian Hao's playing style, the qualifiers were team battles, and the teams could adjust their players to counter any opponent.

That toad will definitely lose next time!

"The pervert said he would give me the championship prize."

Tang Yuehua was full of confidence because she could tell that the domain was the domain of swords. She hadn't expected that the pervert could use it on his own. In this way, she could use the Holy Spirit Sword Technique that they had developed together.

They should have no problem reaching the finals, but whether they can win the championship depends on what other hidden tricks that lecherous guy has up his sleeve.

"You're in such good shape that you could go toe-to-toe with a Soul King."

On the other side of the main stands, Xue Zhan looked at Tian Hao again, still quite shocked.

This really is a one-man team.

"A ten-thousand-year soul ring is not that simple, and there are also some soul skills and martial souls that are very effective against me."

Tian Hao was not complacent. Despite the easy victory, it was mainly because the Beast Team underestimated their opponents. They were defeated before they could even unleash their full potential, and their formation was disrupted immediately, which led to their defeat.

If they really get serious, with their excellent teamwork, it will take me some time to win.

Having revealed their combat methods, those teams will definitely devise countermeasures, making the next battle much more difficult.

As for Soul Kings, they are really hard to fight. Just one ten-thousand-year Soul Skill is difficult to deal with. I can't handle them yet. At most, I can fight a Soul Master.

"Your Highness, we've known each other for a long time. Shouldn't you applaud my victory? Come on, give me a round of applause."

Seeing Xue Ye's indifferent expression, Tian Hao grabbed her hands and forced her to clap, only stopping with satisfaction amidst Xue Ye's almost explosive expression.

"..."

Xue Zhan's eye twitched slightly. That kid was even more of a scoundrel than him.

The people around also looked on with strange expressions. That kid is really something else. No wonder he made Crown Prince Xueye suffer a setback.

And so, amidst the eerie atmosphere in the main stands and the enthusiastic atmosphere throughout the entire Great Soul Arena, today's matches successfully concluded before nightfall.

Although the audience was slowly leaving, they were still very excited and discussing the thirteen matches of the day, but the most discussed match was the one featuring Tian Hao.

There was no way around it; although the other college competitions were also very exciting, Tian Hao's match was undoubtedly the most exciting and unbelievable.

It's one thing to be a team of one, but to defeat the opponent so decisively is even more remarkable.

All factions began to take Huanyin Academy and Tian Hao seriously, carefully inquiring about all their information. Then, a strange video image quickly spread throughout Tiandou City.

Chapter 182 Snow Peak's Secret

Tian Hao had no interest in the various factions' situations, but after the competition, he made a suggestion to Xue Zhan.

"General, I think His Highness the Crown Prince lacks masculinity, or to be precise, he's too effeminate. Look at that little face of his; with a wig, he could definitely become a great beauty. He should be taken to the military camp to train properly."

"Now that you mention it, it really does seem that way. It makes my heart flutter. If you were a woman, I would definitely marry you."

Xue Zhan thought the suggestion was good. He wasn't stupid. Although he had become the temporary emperor, he wasn't the real emperor and his abilities were limited. It would be difficult to catch up with Xue Ye's power during this period.

If we can bring Xueye to the Xuefeng Legion and restrict her access to their forces, many things will be much easier to do.

"That's enough!"

Xueye was enraged, and even activated his martial spirit, with swan wings spreading behind him, ready to unleash his soul skills and start a battle at any moment.

Even I, the Crown Prince, have a temper!

Unfortunately, his anger was quickly crushed by absolute power. Before he could unleash his soul skill, Xue Zhan lifted him up, and the soul pressure, which was a level higher, suppressed his soul power to the point of near stagnation.

"Put me down right now, I'm really angry."

The snowy night struggled desperately, almost to the point of madness.

"Hahaha... Brother, go ahead and shout. I am the Emperor now. Even if you shout until your throat is hoarse, no one will come to save you."

Laughing triumphantly, Xue Zhan was determined to bring this big guy to the military camp and treat him well. Ao Ye was reviewing those government documents, and it would be best if he just died from exhaustion and then had a grand funeral.

The palace guards and Xueye's personal guards exchanged glances, then looked at Emperor Xuesheng, who remained expressionless. In the end, they all kept their eyes down, indicating that they had seen and heard nothing.

"That's really an eyesore."

Turning his head away, Tian Hao couldn't bear to look. He felt as if a bully was forcibly taking an innocent woman back to him for his own purposes.

Seeing this, Tang Zhen frowned even more, unable to think of a solution for the moment.

After all, it was a family matter of the Heavenly Dou royal family. Even the father, Emperor Xuesheng, didn't say anything, so it was even more inappropriate for an outsider like myself to say anything.

Despite agreeing to the marriage with Xueye before, it was only a verbal agreement. There's no marriage certificate yet, so they have no right to interfere.

The more Tang Zhen thought about it, the more agitated he became. He suddenly glared at someone, wishing he could immediately conjure up a giant hammer and smash that thing to death.

It's all that kid's fault.

Noticing his father-in-law's gaze, Tian Hao returned the smile while pondering how to inherit his father-in-law's legacy to the greatest extent possible, such as his large hammer.

"My nemesis!"

Gu Rong sighed, saying that the prince was being suppressed too much and had fallen into a disadvantageous position. Who knew what would happen after the Soul Master Competition?

Ning Fengzhi glanced at Tang Zhen, who was suppressing his anger and killing intent, and chuckled.

Some things cannot be accomplished by force alone; in the hands of truly intelligent people, force is not invincible.

Otherwise, if we only consider military strength, there wouldn't be two great empires and those kingdom nobles; the world would have already belonged to their sects and families.

"Father."

At this moment, Xuexing braced herself and stepped forward, wanting to ask her father what he was really thinking.

He was always very self-aware, knowing that he was not cut out to be an emperor and could only cling to his elder brother's powerful backing to enjoy wealth and luxury.

But now that his older brother has been taken away, he is feeling very lost and confused.

"The future of the empire needs an emperor on horseback, or an emperor who can ride a horse."

After saying this indifferently, Emperor Xuesheng also got up and left.

This wasn't just a message to Xue Xing, but to everyone. It was a statement to avoid pushing Xue Ye's faction too far, as that would benefit no one.

The only one to blame is that he was disheartened by old age and let his eldest son grow up unchecked. Now his son has become too powerful to control, and even the emperor has to deal with him carefully.

However, what he said was also true. He only had two outstanding sons, and the future succession to the throne could only be between those two. It all depended on who could perform better and adapt to the great changes to come.

This statement made many people realize something, especially the various forces that had sided with the Crown Prince. They understood that Emperor Xuesheng did not intend to change the heir apparent and pass the throne to Xuezhan.

That was simply a special way people raised their two sons, swapping them to areas where neither was good at, in order to cultivate an all-around emperor.

Wow, that's brilliant!

Those nobles who understood this were filled with admiration. As expected of the emperor who had ruled the empire for decades, his magnanimity and spirit were far beyond their imagination.

On the other side, after Xue Zhan led the Xuefeng Legion back to the main camp, he arranged for Xue Ye to continue reviewing those government documents in the central command tent, while he and Tian Hao invited Chen Xin to the training ground.

"Your idea is correct, but it is very difficult to put into practice. Moreover, the source of the killing intent of the Snowblade Legion is the Snowblade Greatswords, not the soldiers who wield them. There is always a layer between them and the control of the killing intent, so it is impossible to guide and change it."

This is a dead end!

After hearing their ideas, Chen Xin rejected them.

He had actually had a similar thought on his first day in the Snow Peak Legion, but he gave up after understanding the true nature of the Snow Peak Legion.

"Can't the killing intent from the sword be transferred to your body?"

Tian Hao asked a question: Killing intent itself can exist in a person. For example, the killing intent he generated when he killed those fallen soul masters as an executioner and slaughtered those mountain bandits accumulated in himself, or more precisely, in his mental power.

“If they were Soul Masters, they could certainly do it, but they are just ordinary people. Even if they are physically strong, they still cannot withstand such powerful killing intent.”

Don't be fooled by the seemingly small amount of killing intent emanating from a Snowblade Greatsword; that's just the surface. The killing intent accumulated over thousands of years within the sword is terrifying, making it a truly malevolent weapon.

His expression grew more solemn; Chen Xin knew just how astonishing the killing intent hidden within each Snow Edge Greatsword was.

After all, it has existed since the founding of the Heavenly Dou Empire. Over countless years and countless battles, the number of lives slaughtered by each sword is countless.

Not to mention that when each generation of Snowblade Legion soldiers dies, they are consumed by the killing intent of the sword, which further increases their bloodlust.

If all the killing intent in the sword were to be unleashed, let alone ordinary soldiers, even soul masters would find it difficult to withstand it, and would easily be corrupted and go berserk by the killing intent.

"I've tried to integrate the killing intent from the sword, but unfortunately, I failed each time. However, I did gain something from it."

Xue Zhan pondered for a moment and said, "As the commander of the Xuefeng Legion, I know all the secrets of the legion. Although some of them are top secret, there is nothing wrong with revealing them if they can help the legion advance further."

Tian Hao and Chen Xin both looked over, waiting for Xue Zhan to say something next.

"When our ancestors ordered the forging of all the Snow Edge Greatswords, they incorporated many special metals into the main body of refined iron, making the Snow Edge Greatswords more solid and sharp, and also giving the swords extraordinary power."

One way to absorb and accumulate killing intent is by killing opponents and devouring their accumulated killing intent, which can also resonate with the sword wielder.

During combat, the killing intent on the sword will slowly erode the wielder until they eventually go berserk and die, at which point all the killing intent on their body will be devoured.

Due to an accident, it was discovered that the descendants of the sword wielder were more able to resonate with the Snowblade Greatsword.

Afterwards, the empire made a special arrangement that soldiers of the Snowblade Legion could only pass their ranks from father to son, and from father to son, and from son to grandson, and this tradition has continued to this day.

But this only makes the person and sword more compatible and stronger at resisting the corrosive power of killing intent; it doesn't bring about a fundamental improvement, and soldiers in the army still rarely live past forty.

Xue Zhan's face was filled with sorrow. His maternal grandfather had been driven mad by the murderous aura emanating from the greatsword Xue Feng he wore and died.

You should know that his maternal grandfather was a Soul Douluo, and even though he was old and no longer at his peak, he was still a strong person.

Even so, he could only hold on until he was seventy years old.