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

Chapter 13: When the body dies, the spirit becomes alive, and the soul becomes a heroic ghost!
"When the body dies, the spirit becomes alive, and the soul becomes a ghost hero... Have peace on your journey, gentlemen. I, Dai Chengfeng, will never forget this blood feud!"

The army of the Tiandou Empire has withdrawn, and peace has returned to the outside of Wuan City.

Only in the beacon fires, raging winds, unfurling red flags, and blood gathered into a stream... it flows eastward, but this time it will never come back.

Dai Chengfeng stood in the center of the battlefield, where he and those thousand brave and fearless soldiers had fought to the death half an hour ago.

He tilted his head slightly, eyes closed.

"Your Highness, are you...crying?"

Zhu Fan had been standing by his side and spoke softly.

"Oh, why would I cry..."

Dai Chengfeng did not admit it, but when he lowered his head again, there was no longer any confusion in his eyes.

"Uncle, don't comfort me."

"In war, there are always casualties. I understand the principle that kindness is not the key to success in war."

"I'm just not willing to give in!"

"Whose fathers, sons, and husbands are they... Is there anyone waiting for them to return home safely?"

"call!"

Dai Chengfeng took a deep breath and looked at his blood-stained hands. "And I was thinking, if I were strong enough, strong enough to wipe out the entire Tiandou Empire's army by myself..."

“Perhaps, the result will be different.”

Zhu Fan looked at his nephew, pursed his lips, and wanted to say something comforting, but in the end he just sighed and patted his shoulder.

"Cheng Feng!"

"Uncle understands your feelings, but even Titled Douluo sometimes reach exhaustion..."

"You have done well enough!"

Dai Chengfeng forced a smile, "Maybe!"

"But since even a Titled Douluo can reach the point of exhaustion..."

"So, what about God?"

He raised his head again, gazing at the blood-red setting sun in the sky. His golden eyes seemed to be able to see through the barrier to that world. "Second-level God, First-level God, God King, and even above God King!"

"One day, I will stand above all gods in the name of the White Emperor!"

"Until then...anyone! Any god!"

"You can never take it away from me again... I swear!!!"

After a while, Dai Chengfeng turned around, "Uncle!"

"Go tell Zhu Yan to give me the list of the 1,000 first-line fighters. No matter if they survived or died in battle, not a single name can be left out!"

"Remember! Not a single name can be left out!"

"This is an order!"

After saying that, he staggered around the corpses on the battlefield and turned to walk towards Wu'an City.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Zhu Fan agreed, then watched Dai Chengfeng's bleak figure depart in the evening breeze, and sighed, "The setting sun casts a crimson hue on his armor, and his robe flutters like a banner to summon his soul. It turns out that what the young man trod on...wasn't the mountains and rivers, but the twilight between life and death. Alas!"

next second.

He saw Dai Chengfeng's proud and upright figure falling down in the distance.

"Chengfeng, Chengfeng..."

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three days later.

"Doctor, aren't you saying that Chengfeng just lost too much blood and was completely exhausted, which is why he fainted?"

"But why is it that three full days have passed and he is still unconscious?"

In a room in the Wu'an City Lord's Mansion.

Zhu Fan looked at Dai Chengfeng, whose face was ruddy and who seemed to be fast asleep, and asked the old man beside him with white hair and beard nervously. "This matter is indeed strange."

The old man frowned slightly, and pressed his finger on Dai Chengfeng's pulse. Green soul light shone, and he said at the same time: "Judging from the pulse, His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince is normal. It can even be said that his blood and energy are more vigorous than those of ordinary people of the same age."

"But how could he remain unconscious with such a healthy pulse?"

But, during the conversation between the two.

boom--!
The doctor who was taking Dai Chengfeng's pulse was suddenly knocked back several steps by an invisible force, and only then did he manage to steady himself.

"This is?"

I only see this moment.

Suddenly, wisps of red air appeared around Dai Chengfeng, who had been in a coma, and lingered around him like thunder and lightning.

Soon, it entangled with his own innate Gengjin Qi, like two "dragons" fighting each other and yet harmoniously depending on each other, which was extremely strange.

The old man widened his eyes in surprise, his eyes filled with deep confusion.

He has been practicing medicine for decades and has seen countless patients, but what he saw today was far beyond his scope of cognition.

Zhu Fan stood aside, also frowning, staring at Dai Chengfeng, sensing the sudden airflow emanating from him.

moment.

An icy and chilling aura, carrying an endless murderous intent, entered his perception.

Zhu Fan couldn't help but blurt out in surprise: "Is this, murderous intent?!"

"Why did such a strong murderous aura suddenly appear from Cheng Feng? Is it good or bad?"

For a moment, Zhu Fan's eyes were full of worry, but he didn't dare to go forward to disturb him.

After all, nothing seems to be going bad now. What if he rashly interrupts and the situation gets out of control?
Therefore, Zhu Fan just watched silently, ready to take action in case the murderous aura got out of control.

However, not long after, Zhu Fan was surprised to find...

The originally disordered and completely uncontrollable murderous aura suddenly became like a gentle trickle, slowly flowing into the vast ocean and merging into Dai Chengfeng's soul power.

Not only that!

Dai Chengfeng's soul power continued to grow slowly but steadily under the incorporation of this murderous aura.

"Strange, I heard that the Dai family's White Tiger Martial Spirit has always been of the light attribute, and I've never heard of anyone being able to refine the murderous aura and use it for their own benefit."

"What happened to Chengfeng's body?"

Various thoughts kept flashing through Zhu Fan's mind, but he could not find a reasonable explanation.

About half an hour.

All the murderous aura, innate Gengjin energy, and soul power in Dai Chengfeng were unexpectedly integrated in a strange proportion, and he returned to calm.

Everything is settled.

Dai Chengfeng, who had been sleeping for three days, finally moved his eyelids slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant.

A red light flashed through his eyes, carrying with it an endless cold murderous intent, but it disappeared in a flash, making people almost doubt whether it was just an illusion.

"Chengfeng, how do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?"

Seeing Dai Chengfeng finally wake up, Zhu Fan rushed forward, grabbed Dai Chengfeng's shoulders tightly with both hands, and asked anxiously.

Upon hearing this, Dai Chengfeng clenched his fists lightly.

Feeling the power in his body that was almost overflowing, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Zhu Fan, he said in a relaxed tone: "Uncle, I'm fine, I feel better than before!"

"You kid... I don't know how your soul power broke through to level 15. It must be better than before!"

Zhu Fan looked at Dai Chengfeng, his eyes filled with both relief and a hint of uncontrollable curiosity.

"But Chengfeng, you scared me and that old man just now."

"Tell me quickly, what is going on? Where does that murderous aura come from?"

"Did you really fall into a coma during these three days, or..."

(End of this chapter)