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

Chapter 213 Bloodbath Across a Hundred Miles, Rakshasa God?
The seventh floor, the iron gate...

What's inside the seventh floor that would make Bibi Dong so serious, giving me this special reminder?
Dai Chengfeng was filled with curiosity.

On the surface, however, he obediently replied, "Master, I understand."

"That's good. Come in with me."

Soon, the two entered the library.

The expected luxury did not materialize; instead, there were two towering sandalwood bookshelves on either side, each two zhang tall.

Row upon row, neatly arranged.

Even if Bibi Dong wasn't right beside him, and if each bookshelf wasn't engraved with the Spirit Hall's six-winged angel emblem, radiating a chilling pressure, he would be even more impressed.

Dai Chengfeng would probably think it was just an ordinary library in some college.

Just as Dai Chengfeng was curiously looking around, he suddenly felt three subtle fluctuations of soul power pass over him.

But the moment they touched Bibi Dong, they receded like a tide.

Is this the titled Douluo hidden in the library?

Dai Chengfeng thought to himself.

Led by Bibi Dong, the two arrived at the sixth floor of the Spirit Hall's library without any obstacles.

The air here is unusually strange, noticeably thicker, and with each breath you can taste the smell of blood and rust.

The crystals embedded in the wall are not ordinary lighting crystals, but soul crystals made from the eyes of soul beasts.

Those eerie green pupils shifted slightly as Dai Chengfeng approached, as if scrutinizing the intruder.

"Okay, this is it."

Bibi Dong stopped and then reminded Dai Chengfeng again, "You must remember this!"

"If you see an iron door leading to the seventh floor, absolutely do not be curious, or the consequences will be far beyond your control!"

Her voice was low and cold, and her papal robes fluttered even without wind.

"Don't worry, teacher."

Dai Chengfeng nodded again, but his curiosity only grew stronger.

What exactly is on this seventh floor?
Could someone be being held captive?
But I don't remember this happening in the original story.

Or perhaps I'm just overthinking it?

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, "Then go ahead and find the soul skill you want."

"Yes."

Soon, Dai Chengfeng left Bibi Dong and began wandering among the bookshelves on the sixth floor.

The sixth floor is not very large, and the bookshelves are not as tall as those on the first floor, with only three rows.

"A soul skill created by a Title Douluo himself..."

As Dai Chengfeng pondered this, he casually picked up a book, intending to first examine the strength of the soul skills within.

The first thing that caught his eye was a self-created soul skill called "Nine Nether Soul Devouring Claw".

A simple flip through the book reveals a soul skill that requires the user to inject soul power into the tips of their claws, forming a poisonous mist that can corrode everything, possessing unparalleled power.

"Not bad, it can probably fight several levels higher."

Dai Chengfeng nodded, and then he opened a book of his own created soul skills called "Thunder Prison Imprisonment Technique".

The soul skill described in this book can condense the power of thunder within a radius of 100 meters to form a cage to trap the enemy.

However, the downside is that it consumes one-third of the user's soul power, and there will be a strong backlash after it is used, causing the soul master to fall into a state of temporary paralysis.

Next.

Dai Chengfeng walked and stopped, and successively flipped through more than a dozen self-created soul skills, each of which was quite powerful.

"As expected of a Title Douluo's self-created soul skills, they are all very powerful, but it's a pity..."

"It's not suitable for me."

Just as Dai Chengfeng was lamenting the power of these soul skills, but regrettably, they were not suitable for him.

His gaze was suddenly drawn to a striking crimson hue at the bottom of the bookshelf.

It was an ancient book called "The Bloodbath of a Hundred Miles".

The cover was made of the leather of some kind of ferocious beast, with the fine, raised scales on the surface gleaming with an eerie metallic luster under the light.

"Slaughtering Baili?"

Filled with curiosity, Dai Chengfeng picked up the ancient book, which was clearly different in color.

The moment he touched it, Dai Chengfeng felt a chilling coldness emanating from his palm—it was killing intent!
"A book with murderous intent? Interesting!"

Dai Chengfeng smiled, turning to the title page of "Blood Slaughter of a Hundred Miles." The character for "kill" drawn in cinnabar on the yellowed animal skin suddenly burst forth with a blinding red light. Countless tiny blood-red runes rose from the paper, forming an illusion of a battlefield of carnage in the air. Hundreds of soul masters clashed, their thick blood flowing into rivers, and the severed limbs floating in the water transformed into hideous vengeful spirits…

The strange phenomenon quickly disappeared.

Dai Chengfeng became increasingly curious and continued watching.

'Using murderous intent as a catalyst, burning blood as a flame…'

Dai Chengfeng discovered that this soul skill could not only use killing intent to enhance one's own aura, but also suppress opponents, similar to the Killing God Domain.

More importantly...

It can also use killing intent as 'fuel' to burn, allowing the user to gain power beyond their original level for a short period of time, unleashing a shocking attack.

As for its power?

It all depends on the amount of killing intent within the user.

"This soul skill..."

Dai Chengfeng's eyes lit up. "It suits me perfectly."

"After all, the killing intent within me is enough to condense the God of Slaughter Domain!"

"Then the power of this soul skill I use will probably be..."

However, just as Dai Chengfeng was secretly pleased, Bibi Dong walked over without him noticing.

Bibi Dong glanced at the book "Blood Slaughter of Baili" in Dai Chengfeng's hand, "I guessed you might choose this book, after all, you and I both have the God of Slaughter Domain."

As she spoke, Bibi Dong shook her head, "Don't choose this soul skill; it's all show and no substance."

"Showy but impractical?"

Dai Chengfeng looked puzzled and asked curiously, "Teacher, what do you mean?"

"This soul skill has a major flaw!"

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong explained to Dai Chengfeng, "Its requirements for the physical body are far too high. Often, before it can even injure the enemy, the physical body can no longer withstand the erosion of the killing intent."

"More importantly..."

"The more murderous intent you have, the greater the pressure your body has to endure when you unleash it, and the easier it is for your body to collapse."

"Judging from the total amount of killing intent within you..."

"Even if your Dai family's White Tiger Martial Soul often results in a very strong physical body, it is absolutely impossible for them to withstand the side effects of using this soul skill!"

"Is that so?"

Dai Chengfeng appeared disappointed, but was secretly delighted.

Bibi Dong had no idea about her indestructible body.

Maybe others can't do it, but my body, tempered by both immortal herbs and innate skills, is definitely no problem!
Thinking it over, Dai Chengfeng looked at Bibi Dong and said, "Teacher, I still want to choose it."

"It suits me well, so I want to try and see if I can optimize this soul skill!"

"you……"

Bibi Dong was about to refuse, after all, she had already pointed out the problem with this soul skill, but Dai Chengfeng still insisted on choosing it.

Wouldn't doing this be a waste of this opportunity to enter the sixth level?
but.

She suddenly realized that Dai Chengfeng could create his own Killing God Domain and even possessed a completely new way of using the Killing God Domain that she had tried many times but had not been able to master.

Perhaps he really can optimize it?

That wouldn't be a bad thing.

Thinking it over, Bibi Dong stopped trying to stop her and nodded, "Alright, I respect your choice."

"Now that you have made your choice, it is time for us to leave."

"Yes."

Dai Chengfeng nodded, and the two walked out of the library one after the other.

stomping on...

At this moment, Dai Chengfeng was preoccupied with the Soul Skill "Blood Slaughter of a Hundred Miles," constantly wondering how astonishing the power of this Soul Skill would be if he learned it and unleashed it with his overwhelming killing intent.
Until he sensed something was wrong and came to his senses.

Only then did I realize that the surrounding scenery had already changed.

Bibi Dong disappeared without a trace, replaced by a thick, inky black mist all around.

The ground beneath my feet had turned into a sticky black liquid, and with each step I took, I could feel countless tiny tentacles pulling at the soles of my boots.

Not far away, a black iron gate gleaming with a ghostly light appeared silently, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Rakshasa God?!"

(End of this chapter)