Pluto Douluo, Dark Phoenix Douluo
Huo Yuhao noticed that deep within the churning gray fog in the distance, a figure completely different from the surrounding undead suddenly appeared silently.
The surrounding Undead Creature seemed to sense something that inspired their instinctive awe, and they automatically retreated to both sides, clearing a straight passage like a tide.
The man was clad in gray armor, with a matching cloak over it, but the gray was not the lifeless, deathly gray; rather, it was a strange, almost crystalline gray.
He was extremely handsome, with sculpted features and long, jet-black hair that was casually draped behind his head, making his pale, almost transparent face appear even more eerie and cold. His entire body was devoid of any trace of human color.
In his right hand, he held a slender, long cross-shaped sword, its almost transparent blade Entanglement in a faint gray mist.
The tip of the sword dragged on the stone-paved ground, producing a piercing, teeth-grinding hissing sound with his unhurried steps.
Limit Douluo!
These four words exploded in Huo Yuhao's mind almost the instant he saw the other person.
He finally understood why the teachers were taking this so seriously; the one who had come was actually a Evil Soul Master at the Limit Douluo level.
That person stands at the very top of the entire continent, a peerless powerhouse on par with Leng Yaozhu and En Ci. The entire Holy Spirit Cult probably can't find many beings of that level.
Han Tianyi stared intently at the approaching figure, his brows furrowed into a deep frown. His aged voice echoed in the dim space, "The Holy Spirit Cult has One Emperor, Two Sovereigns, and Four Heavenly Kings. With your cultivation level, you must hold a high position among them. May I ask which one you are?"
The handsome man who was slowly approaching stopped about twenty paces away from the two of them. His pale lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold and elegant smile, but the smile sent chills down one's spine.
His voice was clear and deep, with a hint of nonchalant arrogance and mockery in his tone. "So it's Illusion Brain Douluo. It's rare to meet someone of your generation, but you can't stop me."
After saying this, he slowly raised his right hand, which was holding the cross-shaped longsword.
He casually slashed his longsword lightly in the air before him, the movement elegant and composed, and then called out, "Come forth, Netherworld Wangsheng."
A cluster of gray flames suddenly rose up from the man's center without warning, and then spread wildly in all directions like a flood bursting its banks.
The flames were silent, without scorching heat or crackling sounds, yet they carried a deathly stillness and chill that sent shivers down one's spine.
All the Undead Creature touched by the gray flames were instantly engulfed in the same gray flames, and the soul fire that had been flickering in their eye sockets suddenly surged, while the aura emanating from their bodies rose wildly at a visible speed.
Upon hearing the words "Wangsheng in the underworld," Han Tianyi's long-buried memories surged forth like a flood bursting its banks.
That was when he was young. At that time, he was just a rising star who had just entered the Titled Douluo. However, a name appeared on the continent that made the entire Soul Master World tremble with fear— Ha Luosa, the title Pluto.
The Underworld Rebirth Domain is the innate domain of Hades Douluo Harosa.
From the moment of his birth, death has been a constant companion to Ha Luosa, and the more deaths he experiences, the stronger he becomes.
Titled Douluo at nineteen, Super Douluo at twenty-five, and Limit Douluo at thirty.
Even Yun Ming, who was once hailed as the Number One Person cultivator on the continent, could not match such a cultivation speed.
In the end, it was only through the combined efforts of Tianjuan Douluo, the former Sea God Pavilion Master of Shrek Academy, along with Guang'an Douluo and Zhantian Douluo, the former Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda—three Limit Douluos standing at the pinnacle of the continent—that this fearsome evil soul master was finally killed.
However, it now seems that the battle back then did not completely kill Ha Luosa. This legendary Evil Soul Master, who once made the entire continent tremble, has been resurrected and returned.
Knowing how terrifying Ha Luosa was, Han Tianyi stepped forward without hesitation, shielding Huo Yuhao firmly behind her.
"So it's Pluto Douluo! I didn't expect you to still be alive?!"
Ha Luosa snorted, "What do you mean I'm still alive? I have never died!"
Facing this being, Han Tianyi harbored no illusions. He said in a deep voice, "Ha Luosa, if you dare to lay a hand on Yuhao, no matter where you go in the future, you will face the relentless pursuit of my Spirit Pagoda."
Upon hearing this, Ha Luosa reacted as if he had heard an extremely funny joke, throwing his head back and bursting into unrestrained and wild laughter.
He slowly raised his left hand, his long, pale fingers elegantly wiping his lips, his tone full of nonchalant contempt. "I can kill even the Sea God Pavilion, why would I be afraid of your Spirit Pagoda?"
He then sneered, "Besides, your Spirit Pagoda isn't exactly harmonious either. You want to hunt me down? Go back and coordinate your story first, then come talk to me about hunting me down."
Upon hearing this, Han Tianyi's heart sank. Indeed, no threat was effective against someone like Ha Luosa.
Ha Luosa's gaze passed over Han Tianyi's shoulder and landed on Huo Yuhao.
He didn't rush to attack, and said without any hesitation, "Kid, someone wants you dead. You're just unlucky to have met me here today."
After speaking, he slightly turned his head to look at Han Tianyi, who looked as if facing a formidable enemy, and a playful smile appeared on his pale lips, "Illusion Brain Douluo, your opponent is not me."
Upon hearing this, Han Tianyi's pupils constricted sharply, and then he saw another figure slowly emerge from the gray mist behind Ha Luosa.
She was a tall, curvaceous woman with long, purplish-red hair tied in a neat ponytail that swayed back and forth behind her head as she walked.
Her face was stunningly beautiful, yet it exuded an unsettling chill and malevolence, making what should have been a pleasing sight appear exceptionally distorted.
Upon recognizing the newcomer, Han Tianyi trembled violently and exclaimed in shock, "Leng, it's you? You've actually joined the Holy Spirit Cult?!"
At the same time, Huo Yuhao's gaze was also fixed on the figure with the purplish-red ponytail. He had seen this person's photo before, in Leng Yaozhu's office, and he recognized the person's identity almost instantly.
Leng Yulai, the younger sister of her teacher Leng Yaozhu, possesses the martial soul Dark Phoenix and the title Dark Phoenix.
Leng Yulai sneered upon hearing this. She raised her eyes, which bore a resemblance to Leng Yaozhu's yet were completely different, and coldly swept them over Han Tianyi's old face, which was filled with shock and heartache. She said indifferently, "My martial soul was originally Evil Martial Soul, so what's so strange about joining the Holy Spirit Cult?"
Han Tianyi opened her mouth, her voice hoarse and heavy. "Leng, your sister has been looking for you all these years. If she finds out you've joined the Holy Spirit Cult..."
Don't mention her to me!
Leng Yulai abruptly interrupted him, her voice rising sharply. A hint of almost ferocious hatred and anger appeared on her beautiful face, distorting her features.
"She doesn't deserve to be my sister either! She says one thing and does another behind my back!"
Han Tianyi clenched his fists, the muscles on his aged face twitching slightly. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, "Leng, you are no match for me."
Leng Yaozhu's Soul Power level 97, one level lower than Han Tianyi's.
Her Battle Armor was only Three-Word Battle Armor, while Han Tianyi's was Four-Word Battle Armor.
Therefore, whether looking at Soul Power or Battle Armor, Leng Yulai is indeed no match for Han Tianyi.
"Then... what if I join you too!"
A clear, bell-like voice suddenly drifted out from the depths of the gray fog, and then a petite figure hopped and skipped out of the fog.