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

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Dai Chengfeng escorted his mother to the door and watched her figure disappear at the end of the corridor. He gently closed the door and leaned against it, lost in deep thought.

"Bibi Dong… what is she thinking?"

Dai Chengfeng muttered softly under his breath.

After a long while, he shook his head. Unable to understand, he decided to temporarily stop obsessing over the question.

Instead, he walked over to the bed, sat cross-legged, and retrieved the self-created soul skill he had obtained earlier that day—Bloodbath for a Hundred Miles—from his soul-guided ring.

The scarlet cover gleamed eerily under the candlelight, as if blood were flowing through it.

Dai Chengfeng took a deep breath. "Let's try this soul skill first."

As the flickering light danced across the room, the moment Dai Chengfeng's fingers touched the first page of Bloodbath for a Hundred Miles, the pages made of fierce beast hide suddenly became scorching hot.

On the yellowed animal skin paper, the character for "kill," written in cinnabar, writhed like a living creature, oozing fine droplets of blood.

The temperature in the entire room plummeted instantly.

Blood-red flames suddenly condensed on the window frames, frozen in an eerie state between extinguishing and burning, their twisted shapes no longer flickering.

"So this is…"

Dai Chengfeng's pupils contracted slightly, and a wisp of soul power gathered at his fingertips. "Using killing intent as a guide and burning blood as flame?"

"Interesting!"

Dai Chengfeng stopped pondering and carefully began following the instructions in Bloodbath for a Hundred Miles, channeling the killing intent within his body.

Buzz—

The next second, his body trembled violently, and a vision of mountains of corpses and rivers of blood appeared before his eyes…

Countless mutilated bodies floated in the river of blood, and the severed limbs suddenly opened countless eyes, all staring directly at him.

Though terrifying, Dai Chengfeng had already become immune to such levels of killing intent after enduring countless tests of murderous energy.

He sneered coldly, and the accumulated killing intent within him erupted violently, instantly shattering the illusion.

"Just this much."

A cold smirk curled at the corner of Dai Chengfeng's lips as he continued flipping through the book.

By the time he finished reading it once, Dai Chengfeng gradually understood why Bibi Dong had called this soul skill "flashy but impractical."

Concentrating years of accumulated killing intent into a single explosive burst was akin to trying to burst a water balloon by releasing all the water inside at once. Could the balloon withstand such force?

"Ordinary spirit masters who practice this way would likely suffer ruptured meridians after using it just once."

"But fortunately, I'm different. Let's give it a try."

Dai Chengfeng shook his head, closed the book, and formed a peculiar hand seal with both hands.

As his soul power flowed along a specific route, the killing intent within him suddenly surged.

Spiderweb-like bloodlines surfaced on his skin, intertwining to form eerie runes on his body.

"Ugh—"

A sudden wave of intense pain hit him, and Dai Chengfeng clenched his teeth tightly.

He felt as though the killing intent within him was being "ignited" by some force, like throwing a torch into boiling oil.

The rampant energy rampaged through his meridians, and his muscle fibers groaned under the unbearable strain. Dai Chengfeng endured the pain and continued controlling the flow of killing intent.

But soon, he realized he had underestimated the challenge.

Just as Bibi Dong had said, the stronger the killing intent, the greater the strain of using this technique.

The killing intent within Dai Chengfeng was overwhelmingly vast. Even with his Vajra Indestructible Body, he might not be able to withstand the side effects of this move.

"Is there really no way to use it?"

Dai Chengfeng was unwilling to give up just yet. After all, although this technique placed a heavy burden on its user, its power was undoubtedly immense.

But despite his reluctance, he still couldn't find a way to reduce the side effects to a level he could endure.

However, just as Dai Chengfeng contemplated whether he should temporarily abandon the attempt—

Suddenly, the Asura power in his dantian flared with a dark red glow.

The rampaging killing intent seemed to encounter its sovereign, instantly becoming docile. It began to flow orderly along specific routes, and even the strain on his physical body became remarkably gentle.

"What is this?"

Dai Chengfeng's eyes lit up. "Asura power is the superior force of killing intent—it can control killing intent…"

"In other words?"

With this thought, Dai Chengfeng attempted to guide a wisp of killing intent into his right hand. A pulsating crimson flame gradually coalesced in his palm.

This flame emitted no heat; instead, it radiated bone-chilling coldness, freezing the surrounding air into tiny ice crystals.

"It really works!"

Dai Chengfeng's eyes gleamed. "Go!"

The next second, he gently pushed forward, and the blood flame silently melted into the wall.

Crack…

In an instant, the entire stone wall visibly decayed and crumbled to dust, collapsing in a heap.

"Stop!"

Dai Chengfeng hurriedly cut off the flow of soul power.

He stared at his palm in astonishment. The power of this soul skill far exceeded his expectations.

"Sss! This power…"

"Destruction from the inside out? True damage!"

Dai Chengfeng was ecstatic and wanted to continue experimenting. But by now, the sky outside the window had begun to lighten with the first hints of dawn.

Looking at the sky, he thought, "Is it time to set out?"

"No rush, there's still plenty of time."

Dai Chengfeng closed the book.

After several hours of cultivation, he had gained a basic grasp of the fundamental application of Bloodbath for a Hundred Miles. Moreover, he could rely on the Asura power to immunize himself against most of the side effects.

Although he still had a long way to go before mastering it completely, he had at least entered the gate.

Thinking this, Dai Chengfeng stood up and stretched his muscles and bones.

"Three months from now…"

Dai Chengfeng gazed in the direction of Shrek Academy, a trace of crimson flashing in his eyes.

He was curious about how Tang Hao, armed with a method to counter his spiritual power, would react when Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others challenged him again and faced this soul skill born solely for slaughter. What expressions would they wear then?

With this thought in mind, Dai Chengfeng stepped out of the room.

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The morning light was faint as Dai Chengfeng walked through the long corridors of the Pope's Palace.

His footsteps echoed in the empty hallway. The subtle changes brought on by last night's practice of Bloodbath for a Hundred Miles added a faint trace of bloodiness to his demeanor.

Turning past the final archway, Dai Chengfeng suddenly stopped.

A graceful figure stood with her back to him in front of the Pope's Palace.

The morning light filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting colorful shadows across her body.

"Teacher…"

Before Dai Chengfeng could finish speaking, Bibi Dong had already turned around.

Her meticulously tailored purple-pink short dress accentuated every detail of her figure—from her slender waist to the elegant curve of her back—perfectly outlining a breathtaking beauty.

Her purple-pink-clad figure shimmered in the morning light, and the delicate golden chain at her neckline highlighted her snow-white skin.

"Had enough of the view?"

Bibi Dong's voice pulled Dai Chengfeng back to reality. Her lips curled slightly upward.

"Disciple apologizes for my rudeness."

Dai Chengfeng quickly lowered his head, but he could still feel the lingering impression of her stunning presence.

Bibi Dong approached slowly, and Dai Chengfeng caught a faint, elegant fragrance—not the usual solemn incense but a softer, more personal scent tinged with warmth.

"The carriage is ready."

Bibi Dong came to a stop in front of Dai Chengfeng, a strange glint flashing in her violet eyes.

"Let's set out."

Dai Chengfeng nodded, acutely noticing that Bibi Dong had said "we…"

This meant that there would be no other attendants on this journey.

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