Netherworld King Douluo - Harrosa

Hu Jie's pupils contracted sharply. The enormous golden figure raised its hand with a crash, its golden belly like a wall of bronze and iron as it met the gray-flamed blade of light head-on!

Boom!

At the moment of collision, there was no expected explosion of energy, nor any earth-shaking roar. Instead, there was an eerie, utter silence.

Yet Hu Jie shuddered violently, his face turning deathly pale in an instant—he could clearly feel a terrifying force frantically devouring his life force!

"Hiss—!"

Even someone as powerful as him could not stop himself from sucking in a sharp breath. That single strike had directly cost him several years of life force!

This was the Netherworld King Douluo, Harrosa—

A name that made the entire Soul Master world pale at its mention, a terrifying existence buried by history, a living reaper who walked the path of death and slaughter!

In truth, it was said that the Netherworld King Douluo, Harrosa, had been born in an utterly unremarkable small town within the Douluo Federation. Yet his birth brought no joy to his family. On the contrary, from the instant he was born, he had been destined for a fate unlike any other.

His entire body was snow-white, devoid of even a trace of color. His pupils were an eerie gray, hollow and lifeless, like Netherworld eyes that did not belong to the human realm.

Such a strange appearance filled his family with terror, and they refused to accept this ominous being. He was abandoned, left to be battered by wind and rain, as though he had never existed in this world.

But fate did not end him.

A kind scavenger rescued him and sent him to an orphanage.

Yet even though he was taken in, he remained an outcast, still subjected to