The Holy Spirit Cult's Destruction, the Thousand-Year Soul Spirit Evil Eye Tyrant!

A Soul Tool that could merge with a Soul Master's own body—and, from what Huo Yuhao was saying, Battle Armor could even directly increase a Soul Master's strength?

To Level 9 Soul Engineers like Kong Deming and Jing Hongchen, this was nothing short of a tale from the Arabian Nights.

But precisely because it sounded so incredible, the two of them were all the more eager to learn the details.

They desperately hoped that the Heavenly Screen would show them how to make the various Soul Tools of the parallel world's Sun Moon Empire.

But Kong Deming's determination to take Huo Yuhao as his disciple was also growing stronger and stronger.

Even with the method for making Battle Armor, Huo Yuhao himself would still have to make it to achieve the best results.

As the saying went, a place's soil and water nurtured its people. The one to make Battle Armor had to be the one who had invented it.

"Huo Yuhao, you must become this old man's disciple."

White World.

In the great hall of the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters, the state of the battle had become perfectly clear.

Protected by his Battle Armor, Huo Yuhao had no need to concern himself with Long Xiaoyao and the others' attacks.

The Battle Armor's own defenses alone were enough to stop Long Xiaoyao and the others from leaving even the slightest mark on it.

"Die!"

Asura Demon Sword in hand, Huo Yuhao leaped high into the air and brought it chopping down toward Zhongli Wu.

Zhongli Wu tried to dodge, but he was still completely locked on to by Huo Yuhao's killing intent.

In his panic, he grabbed Feng Ling beside him and pulled her in front of himself.

"Aaaaaah..."

A piercing scream rang out as Feng Ling, the bearer of the Evil Phoenix Martial Soul, was cleaved in two by Huo Yuhao.

Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao came at him again, only for Huo Yuhao to slash horizontally with his sword, sending blood spraying from their chests.

"Bone Dragon King!"

Seeing that things were going badly, Zhongli Wu finally revealed his trump card.

A gigantic bone dragon, black as ink from head to tail, appeared and burst through the roof of the great hall in an instant, letting sunlight stream into the formerly gloomy hall.

Ghostly green soul fire flickered in the Bone Dragon King's eyes, and countless resentful souls swirled around it, their shrill wails ringing out incessantly.

Zhongli Wu had originally found this dragon skeleton in a secret realm, and it had taken him many years to successfully demonize it.

His Death God Demon Puppet Martial Soul had also merged with the Bone Dragon King, which he nourished with the resentful souls of countless living beings.

But now that divine punishment had descended, Zhongli Wu's cultivation was no longer that of the Super Douluo he had once been.

The Bone Dragon King, however, had been dead to begin with, so its attributes had not been reset.

With Zhongli Wu's current cultivation and spiritual power, he could not control the Bone Dragon King at all, and might even suffer a backlash.

But now, faced with the threat of death Huo Yuhao posed, Zhongli Wu no longer dared hold anything back.

Even if he risked suffering a backlash, it was still better than being killed by a single stroke of Huo Yuhao's sword and refined into a walking corpse!

And sure enough, the moment it was summoned, the ghostly green soul fire in the Bone Dragon King's eye sockets flickered.

It could sense that it was completely free of Zhongli Wu's restraints, so it ignored him entirely and flapped its bone wings, preparing to fly out of the Evil Demon Forest.

Seeing this, Zhongli Wu gritted his teeth and seized the Bone Dragon King's bony claw, letting it drag him straight up into the sky.

Of the Holy Spirit Cult members present, only Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao remained.

"Huo Yuhao, the Holy Cult has fallen today at the hands of you, the new emperor. Perhaps it was destined to be."

Ye Xishui sighed softly, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes.

"If I am willing to hand over the Holy Cult's secret methods, could you leave Xiaoyao and me with whole corpses and bury us?"

Huo Yuhao chuckled and shook his head.

"I already gave you many chances, but now you've wasted the chances I gave you."

"So now, not only will the two of you die, you'll also become members of the undead army under my command!"

A flash of anger passed through Ye Xishui's eyes when she heard this, and she said loudly,

"Is there not even the slightest shred of compassion in your heart?"

"We're only two old people who want to be buried together when we die. Don't you have even the most basic respect for us?"

Hearing Ye Xishui's words, Huo Yuhao couldn't help laughing again.

He pointed at the countless wailing resentful souls and the ghastly white bones in the hall, and said calmly,

"Didn't these innocent lives you killed have families, loved ones, people they loved?"

"Is your love the only love that counts, while everyone else's isn't worth mentioning?"

Ye Xishui had no answer, and the Asura Demon Sword in Huo Yuhao's hand was already rising at an angle.

A blood-red sword light flashed, and the vitality in Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao's bodies faded at the same time. Both lost all signs of life.

Immediately afterward, a chant as long and drawn-out as the one before rang out again.

All the slain Holy Spirit Cult members, including Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, whose corpses were still warm, turned into walking corpses and rose to their feet again.

Surrounded by the walking corpses, Huo Yuhao walked slowly out, climbed the long, lofty steps, and sat on the throne at the highest point of the hall.

"I have imprisoned myself upon this shattered throne, awaiting her return!"

"I will snatch her back from death's bloody maw. No one can defy me, not even fate!"

The next instant, Huo Yuhao turned his gaze toward the Evil Eye Tyrant trapped in the magic array.

By now, the Evil Eye Tyrant had devoured the evil Qi and blood Qi of every Evil Soul Master in the Holy Spirit Cult, raising its cultivation to a level close to two thousand years.

But the array cast using the Holy Spirit Cult's secret methods was indeed extraordinarily sinister, continuously draining the life force from the Evil Eye Tyrant's body.

Even as its years of cultivation kept increasing, it remained on the brink of death.

"Brat, you've already emerged as the final victor. Can't you give me a quick death?"

The Evil Eye Tyrant sighed, a glimmer of despair flashing in its eye.

This human called Huo Yuhao seemed even more sinister than those madmen from the Holy Spirit Cult.

It looked like it was bound to die in this hall today.

"Now, I have a question."

Huo Yuhao descended from the lofty throne, stopped in front of the array holding the Evil Eye Tyrant, and crouched down to look into its eye.

"I don't want to kill you, but I do want your Soul Ring. What do you think?"

The Evil Eye Tyrant gave a cold laugh upon hearing Huo Yuhao's words.

"Human brat, stop making fun of me. I'm in no mood to joke with you."

But just then, Huo Yuhao's Eyes of Asura suddenly released powerful spiritual fluctuations.

A blood-red scepter appeared in Huo Yuhao's grasp.

Its shaft was covered in densely packed, strange runes, and a blood-red crystal was set in its tip.

Huo Yuhao gently waved the staff in his hand, then turned his Eyes of Asura toward the Evil Eye Tyrant.

"Are you willing to become my Soul Spirit?"