One Man, One Sword, Cutting Through an Army!

White World, the Ming Dou Mountain Range.

As Huo Yuhao plunged deep into enemy territory alone, the Sun Moon Empire's army also made its move.

A vast, dark mass of Soul Guidance Mecha spewed jets of flame as they flew across the plain, driving fiercely into the Star Luo Empire's army.

Although Soul Guidance Batteries had limited reserves, Huo Yuhao had already solved the problem of converting solar, wind, and thermal power into power for Soul Guidance Batteries back at the Illustrious Virtue Hall.

As long as a Soul Guidance Battery had not been completely wrecked, its power could be replenished endlessly.

Thus, although the Sun Moon Empire had lost its powerful Soul Engineers, even soldiers with little Soul Power cultivation could easily operate these Soul Tools.

The Star Luo Empire, on the other hand, had previously bought some Soul Guidance Batteries from the Sun Moon Empire through smuggling and other illicit channels.

But Huo Yuhao had classified the method of converting power for reuse as the Illustrious Virtue Hall's highest secret.

No matter what methods the Star Luo Empire's spies tried, they simply could not buy it.

So, less than a quarter of an hour after the fighting began, all the Star Luo Empire's Soul Cannons and Soul Tool Shields fell silent.

"Damn it, the Soul Guidance Batteries are out of power!"

"Quick, swap in the spare batteries!"

"There are no spare batteries! All the batteries we smuggled in are right here!"

The Star Luo Empire's positions were in chaos.

Without the protection of Soul Tool Shields, the Sun Moon Empire's mecha charged straight into the Star Luo Empire's troops, who wielded ordinary swords and spears and wore ordinary armor, slaughtering them at will like bulldozers.

Destructive beams from the Soul Cannons swept across the field, mowing down the Star Luo Empire's soldiers like wheat.

"Hold the line! All of you, hold the line!"

The Star Luo Empire's generals roared themselves hoarse.

Yet the soldiers had no Soul Rings, no Soul Skills, and no Soul Tools.

Faced with the might of Soul Tools, these ordinary soldiers were no different from lambs waiting for slaughter.

Fear spread through the army like a plague.

At the center of the battlefield, Huo Yuhao held the Asura Demon Sword, slaughtering like a madman.

His ice-blue Battle Armor was already drenched in blood, having turned almost entirely scarlet.

With every person he killed, the Asura Demon Sword fed him a trace of pure power, allowing him to keep fighting.

Huo Yuhao fought his way forward through a tide of blood, hacking a bloody path straight through the army surrounding him!

And at the end of that bloody path stood the central army's great standard, where the White Tiger Duke, Dai Hao, was stationed!

"Protect the duke!"

"Stop him, quickly!"

"He's far too strong!"

The Star Luo Empire's soldiers swarmed toward Huo Yuhao, trying to stop the god of slaughter with their flesh and blood.

But they were merely mantises trying to stop a chariot.

His blood-red Eyes of Asura swept over them, and heads exploded in swathes.

Beneath the Snow Dance Extreme Ice Domain, soldiers were frozen into blood-colored ice sculptures one after another as they charged.

With every step Huo Yuhao took, dozens of Star Luo soldiers lost their lives.

Above the battlefield, the blood-red Death God Tower slowly revolved.

On its surface, blood-red runes lit up with an eerie glow.

The Death God Tower was furiously devouring and storing the endless vengeful souls and blood Qi produced on the battlefield.

These vengeful souls and blood Qi were precisely the nourishment the Holy Spirit Cult's secret method needed most.

Once the Death God Tower had stored its fill of power, the next time the Holy Spirit Cult's secret method was activated, a steady stream of high-level Soul Beasts would be raised.

Beneath the central army's great standard, the White Tiger Duke, Dai Hao, gripped the Soul Guidance saber at his waist.

This god of war of his generation, long known as the Iron-Blooded Marshal, was now nearly scared out of his wits.

Huo Yuhao had faced ten thousand men alone, achieving a feat that even a Titled Douluo might not have been able to match!

Dai Hao had started as an ordinary soldier and fought hundreds of battles, great and small, over his lifetime.

But he had never seen anything like this.

One man, one sword.

He had slaughtered an army hundreds of thousands strong, leaving corpses strewn across the field and blood flowing in rivers!

This was no longer a war.

It was a one-sided, out-and-out massacre!

"My lord duke, retreat, quickly!"

"The central army can't hold out any longer!"

"So long as the green mountains remain, there'll be no fear of running out of firewood!"

The personal guards at his side clung tightly to his arms, crying out until they were hoarse.

Yet Dai Hao stood motionless beneath the great standard.

His gaze passed over layer upon layer of corpse mountains and seas of blood, settling on the blood-colored figure walking toward him, one step at a time.

For some reason, a sudden surge of sorrow welled up in Dai Hao's heart as he looked at those blood-red eyes.

"Today, the White Tiger Duke's line will end here..."

Black World, outside Shrek City.

Beneath the blood-red Heavenly Screen, Zhongli Wu stood atop the Bone Dragon King, his eyes fixed intently on the Heavenly Screen in the sky.

Within the Heavenly Screen, the battlefield in the Ming Dou Mountain Range had become a blood-red purgatory.

The longer Zhongli Wu watched, the more enraptured his expression became.

"As expected of the Holy Son the Holy Emperor chose for us..."

"Look at those methods of slaughter, that efficiency at harvesting lives!"

"Such slaughter is a feast for the eyes!"

"In all my years, I have never seen such perfect art of slaughter!"

The Holy Spirit Cult's elders and consecrators behind Zhongli Wu nodded one after another, their voices of praise ringing out without end.

"The cult master is right!"

"Haven't you noticed? He treats slaughter as an art!"

"A born Evil Soul Master! Holy Emperor above, long live His Highness the Holy Son!"

But just then, a rough voice came from beneath the green Heavenly Screen.

"Bullshit!"

Du Busi picked at his ear and began cursing from a great distance away.

"Huo Yuhao is clearly our Body Sect's Holy Son! You stinking Evil Soul Masters, get the hell away from me!"

"Just smelling that reek of corpses on you makes me sick!"

Zhongli Wu's face instantly darkened.

"Du Busi, are you courting death?"

"Courting death? You've got some nerve for a junior. How about you have a go with me?"

Du Busi flexed his wrist and spoke with a cold smile.

"Today, I'll show you what fists as big as clay pots look like!"

The two sides stood with swords drawn and crossbows bent, and the atmosphere instantly grew tense.

After cursing Zhongli Wu, Du Busi turned to Kong Deming beneath the silver Heavenly Screen and raised an eyebrow.

"And what are you people from the Illustrious Virtue Hall joining in the excitement for?"

"What the hell does Huo Yuhao have to do with your Illustrious Virtue Hall? Why are you butting in?"

Hearing this, Kong Deming neither made a fuss nor grew angry. Instead, he smiled faintly and stroked his long beard.

"Sect Master Du, you're mistaken!"

"You see, the Huo Yuhao in the Heavenly Screen is my disciple."

"Although our bond as master and disciple belongs to a parallel world, I have watched the Heavenly Screen for many days and marveled at his talent for Soul Tools. I have long regarded him as the heir to my legacy."

"That bond between master and disciple is genuine!"