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

To the north, three patrols came into view. They wore long black robes, hoods covering most of their faces, revealing only pale chins and chapped lips. A thin layer of black mist swirled around them, emanating an unsettling aura that seemed to corrode even the air itself.

"Scum of the Void Cult!" Ares roared, unleashing the full power of his Thunder Wolf Martial Soul. Nine spirit rings appeared above his head—two yellow, two purple, and five black—the light of the nine rings illuminating the dim ice field. His body was enveloped in blue lightning, and he transformed into a bolt of lightning, charging towards the three patrol teams.

"Thunder Wolf's First Soul Skill - Thunder Claw!"

Ares' right hand transformed into a gigantic, lightning-infused wolf claw, slashing towards the leading patrol. The lightning claw traced five blue arcs through the air, striking three men in black robes. Before they could even scream, their bodies were incinerated by the lightning, the black mist dissipating within its wake.

"Their defenses aren't strong!" Ares shouted back to the students, "but don't be careless, their attacks are unpredictable!"

The students followed closely behind, fighting against the Nihilistic Cult members.

Chen Hao was facing a black-robed man who appeared to be about his age. The man's martial spirit was a black scythe, its blade wreathed in a nauseating black mist. The black-robed man swung the scythe, and the black mist transformed into a blade, slashing towards Chen Hao.

Chen Hao dodged to the side, his Sword of Light slashing horizontally. The golden sword energy collided with the black mist, producing a hissing sound, like cold water being poured onto a red-hot iron plate. The black mist quickly dissipated under the sword energy of the Sword of Light, but Chen Hao also felt that a significant amount of his soul power had been consumed.

"Light overcomes darkness." Chen Hao thought to himself, "But the premise is that my will is stronger than the other side's."

Seeing his first attack miss, the black-robed man swung his scythe again, this time unleashing his soul skill—Void Slash. Black mist transformed into three enormous scythe phantoms, slashing towards Chen Hao from three different directions. Each scythe phantom carried a strange suction force, as if trying to pull Chen Hao's soul out of his body.

Chen Hao took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and then suddenly opened them. Golden light flashed in his eyes, and he raised the Sword of Light above his head before slashing down.

"The First Form of the Sword of Light - Dawn Break!"

This was a soul skill he created himself, inspired by the Dawnbreaker Sword Technique that Zhao Feng had used on the battlefield years ago. Golden sword energy burst forth from the sword tip, like a rising sun, dispelling all the surrounding darkness. The three illusory scythes were like paper before the golden sword energy, instantly torn to shreds. The sword energy, undiminished in its momentum, struck the black-robed man in the chest, blasting him away.

The man in black robes rolled several times on the snow, struggling to stand up, but the wound in his chest made it difficult for him to even breathe. Chen Hao walked up to him, the Sword of Light pressed against his throat.

"Tell me, where is your base? What's inside?"

The man in the black robe raised his head, his hood slipping down to reveal a young but twisted face. His eyes were gray, without pupils, like two murky glass beads. He stared at Chen Hao, a sinister smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: "You...think you've won?"

A sudden warning flashed through Chen Hao's mind, but it was too late. The black-robed man's body suddenly swelled, black mist gushing from his seven orifices, before exploding with a deafening roar. Chen Hao was thrown back by the shockwave and crashed heavily onto the snow. His white robe was torn in several places, and a wound on his left arm bled profusely, but the black mist did not penetrate his body, as the golden light of the Sword of Light protected him from the evil forces.

"Are you alright?" A student ran over and helped Chen Hao up. "I'm fine." Chen Hao moved his left arm; although it hurt, no bones were broken. "This guy... he actually self-destructed."

"Have all the Nihilistic Cult members gone mad?" the student said, still shaken.

“They’re not crazy, they’ve been brainwashed.” Chen Hao wiped the blood from his face. “The strategist said that the Nihilistic Cult believes in nothingness. They believe that death is not the end, but a return. So they are not afraid of death, and even yearn for it.”

The battle continued. Ares, like a thunder god, rampaged through the enemy ranks. Every strike he delivered carried the force of thunder, making the black-robed figures as fragile as paper before him. In less than a quarter of an hour, he had already killed more than twenty enemies, and the lightning power emanating from his body grew stronger and stronger, seemingly without end.

However, things weren't so smooth for the students. Although they were quite strong, they lacked practical combat experience, and some students began to show signs of fatigue when faced with the strange attack methods of the Void Cult. One student was struck by the black mist of the black-robed man, screaming as he fell to the ground, his face quickly turning ashen, and his soul power fluctuations becoming chaotic and weak.

"Medic!" Chen Hao shouted, "Quickly, save them!"

A student whose martial soul was the Tree of Life quickly ran over, placing his hands on the injured student's chest. A pale green light surged into his body, dispelling the black mist. However, the black mist was highly corrosive, and the Tree of Life's healing power could only barely suppress its spread, unable to completely eradicate it.

"No, this fog is too eerie." The medic was sweating profusely. "I need time."

Chen Hao gritted his teeth, turned around, and threw himself back into the battle. He knew that the most important thing now was to end the fighting as quickly as possible and then find a safe place to treat the wounded. The longer the battle dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for his side.

On the other side, Su Chen was already facing off against three powerful men in black robes.

The three men stood atop an ice hill, looking down at Su Chen. Their black robes were embroidered with silver patterns, unlike the black patterns of ordinary black-robed figures, indicating their higher status within the Void Cult. All three possessed strong soul power fluctuations, at least at the Soul Douluo level. One of them even exerted a slight pressure on Su Chen—a tall man with bulging muscles faintly visible beneath his black robe. His soul power fluctuations carried a chilling sense of oppression, suggesting he was at least a Title Douluo of level ninety-five or higher.

“Su Chen, Qian Renxue’s strategist, and Zhao Feng and Lin Mo’s comrade-in-arms.” The tall man spoke, his voice deep and rumbling like thunder, “I didn’t expect you to come to a place like this in person. It seems that Qian Renxue’s sacrifice has greatly affected you, making you impulsive.”

Su Chen looked at him calmly: "Who are you?"

"My name is Mo Yuan, the Left Protector of the Void Sect," the tall man said. "Three years ago, my senior brother Xuan Ming died at the hands of Qian Renxue, and died in the siege of you, Zhao Feng, and Lin Mo. Today I will avenge him."

"Xuanming?" Su Chen remembered. Three years ago, during the final battle, there was indeed a powerful figure who claimed to be the Right Protector of the Void Sect, who was killed by Qian Renxue's Angel Sword. "Are you his junior brother?" (End of Chapter)