Crossing the Tribulation

A biting gale howled and swirled through the high skies. Huo Yuhao stared at the Ape God not far away, whose aura was as unfathomable as an abyss, and his throat tightened slightly.

The aftershock from their palm clash still churned through his meridians. Waves of pain came from his numbed palm, silently reminding him of his opponent's terror.

"This Wind Baboon is incredibly strong. Its Soul Power and physical body are probably no weaker than those of the Dragon Clan. No wonder it managed to defeat Di Tian."

Huo Yuhao shook his numb hand. He had thought that, after forming the Yin Yang Complementary Three Soul Cores, he had already reached the pinnacle of the world's strongest. Yet there was always someone stronger beyond the horizon.

"Its cultivation is definitely above Di Tian's. And since it could withstand my Hao Dong Palm, its Spiritual Power has to be at least close to the level of a god."

Huo Yuhao furrowed his brow as he rapidly analyzed the situation.

The Hao Dong Three Ultimate Moves were his proudest Self-Created Soul Skills. Every move contained countless efforts and insights. Back when he had still been a Soul Saint, even Di Tian had been forced to avoid their edge.

This did not mean that Huo Yuhao, at the Soul Saint level, could threaten Di Tian. Rather, his Hao Dong Three Ultimate Moves contained something even Di Tian was unwilling to touch.

That was—emotion! This feeling, possessed by every living being, seemed intangible, yet it held limitless power.

The Hao Dong Three Ultimate Moves were filled with his deep, burning love for Tang Wutong. Whenever he used them, that intense emotional power surged forth like a tide, easily infecting his opponent and exposing flaws under the impact of emotion.

It was precisely because