The Holy Spirit Cult Attacks

The main damage caused by the Body Sect's surprise attack on the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy was concentrated on the architectural structure of the Mingde Hall and several damaged Fixed Soul Tool Array.

With core secrets intact and casualties under control, cleaning up this mess wouldn't take long for Jing Hongchen, who had been in charge of the academy for many years.

Just two days later, Jing Hongchen entrusted all the aftermath to Lin Jiayi, the head of the teaching department, and then devoted his energy back to advancing the cooperation with the Spirit Pagoda.

The contract was officially signed two days ago, and both parties have reached a consensus on paper, making the rest much simpler.

Huo Yuhao and Jing Hongchen looked around the academy and finally decided on a vacant lot facing the street in the southeast corner as the location for the Spirit Pagoda.

After everything was settled, Huo Yuhao and his group did not linger in Ming Capital any longer.

Escorted by special personnel from the Sun Moon Empire, they began their return journey along the same route they had come from, heading north towards the Star Luo Empire.

Just like on the way there, the convoy was greeted and seen off by officials of the Sun Moon Empire in each city along the way, and it passed through most of the Sun Moon Empire's territory without any hindrance.

After passing through Yaori City and crossing the Mingdou Mountain Range, you will reach the territory of the Star Luo Empire.

The escorts from the Sun Moon Empire stopped here. If they were to cross the border any further, their sensitive identities might cause unnecessary tension.

The Mingdou Mountain Range stretch between the two countries, with undulating peaks and towering summits, forming a natural boundary barrier.

Ordinary merchants and travelers would have to detour via the official road through the mountain pass, which would take them three or four more days.

However, Huo Yuhao and his group were equipped with Flying Soul Tool, and it only took them less than half a day to fly directly over the ridge.

Huo Yuhao flew at the forefront, facing the howling wind in the mountains. His gaze was fixed on the approaching dark green ridgeline, but his thoughts drifted to the other side of the mountain range.

Dai Hao, he should be somewhere in the Mingdou Mountain Range right now, right?

The White Tiger Legion has been stationed on the border between the Star Luo Empire and Sun Moon Empire for many years, something he has known since he was very young.

Just as Huo Yuhao was lost in thought, his figure suddenly stopped without warning.

He hovered in mid-air, the faint trail of flame trailing behind his Flying Soul Tool instantly disappearing.

Seeing him suddenly stop, the people around him also stopped.

They looked at each other, completely bewildered.

Wang Dong'er flew closer, looked at Huo Yuhao's slightly tense profile, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Huo Yuhao did not answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on a certain point in the distance, but a subtle change appeared in the curve of his lips.

He turned his head slightly, glanced at Wang Dong'er, and said, "It seems someone doesn't want us to return to the Star Luo Empire safely."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of everyone around changed simultaneously.

He Caitou reacted the fastest. He immediately glanced around, his hand already on the Soul Tool at his waist, and asked in a deep voice, "Enemies?"

He sensed no presence whatsoever; the airspace within a radius of several miles appeared completely calm to him.

But he knew that Huo Yuhao's Divine Power far surpassed theirs, so if Huo Yuhao said he had something to do, then it must be something.

Huo Yuhao didn't answer He Caitou's question directly. He slightly raised his chin and looked in a certain direction in the distance.

He then spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly carried. "No need to hide anymore. Now that you're here, please show yourself."

His voice spread across the empty mountain sky, carried far and wide by the echoes of the valley.

Everyone looked in the direction of his gaze, but there was nothing there.

The mountain ridges remained the same, the sky was still a deep blue, and not a single cloud was visible.

A sense of doubt arose in their hearts, but no one voiced their questioning.

However, after that brief moment of silence, the sky in the distance suddenly changed.

The once cloudless sky suddenly darkened at the edge of the horizon, as a thick and massive Wu Yun surged out from an unknown place and spread rapidly toward the group.

The clouds were so thick it looked as if someone had poured a whole vat of ink from the sky, with dark, swirling currents at their edges that completely swallowed up the sunlight, leaving behind a gloomy, oppressive atmosphere.

As the Wu Yun drew ever closer, the sense of oppression in the air grew heavier.

The thick, inky cloud churned and coalesced in mid-air, eventually outlining a huge and ferocious tiger's head on its summit.

Its eyes were like torches, and its mouth was wide open, as if it wanted to devour everything in the world.

Immediately, a deafening roar erupted from the tiger's head.

The roar was almost tangible, carrying an overwhelming pressure as it poured down on Huo Yuhao and the others.

The air trembled violently at the tiger's roar, causing the forests below to rustle and leaves to fall.

Everyone felt a sharp pain in their eardrums, as if they had been punched hard in the chest, and even their breathing became a little sluggish.

Everyone's expression changed drastically at this moment, because this was the pressure of Titled Douluo level expert.

He Caitou's expression visibly tensed up. He turned to look at Huo Yuhao, his voice extremely low. "Tower Master... our Spirit Pagoda's Titled Douluo should have come too, right?"

In his understanding, with two Limit Douluo presiding over the Spirit Pagoda, Tower Master being such an important core figure traveling to the Sun Moon Empire to discuss cooperation, there should at least be a Titled Douluo- level powerhouse secretly accompanying and protecting him.

However, Huo Yuhao's answer made his heart sink.

"It's just the two of us on this trip," Huo Yuhao said with surprising calmness. "There's no one secretly protecting us."

He Caitou was stunned for a moment, not reacting immediately.

After looking at Huo Yuhao and confirming several times that the other party was not joking, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Without Titled Douluo accompanying them, how can these people possibly contend with Titled Douluo- level expert?

However, He Caitou's gaze fell on Huo Yuhao's face and he saw that the other party was calm and showed no sign of panic, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, calmed down a little.

Based on his understanding of Huo Yuhao, this Tower Master, though young, was never one to fight unprepared battles.

Since he dared to enter the Sun Moon Empire Realm without being Titled Douluo, he must have some trump cards up his sleeve.

I think so.

Wang Dong'er didn't ask any questions, but simply turned slightly to the side and silently reached out to grasp Huo Yuhao's right hand.

Her palms were warm to the touch, and her Soul Power slowly flowed into Huo Yuhao's body through their clasped hands.

Clearly, Wang Dong was preparing to use his Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Huo Yuhao to fight the enemy.

But Huo Yuhao turned to look at Wang Dong'er and smiled, "Don't worry, I have a way to handle this."

After saying that, he released Wang Dong'er's hand.

Wang Dong'er's fingers curled slightly in the air, as if she wanted to grab something but didn't have time. Then she watched Huo Yuhao's back as he turned and left.

Without the slightest hesitation, the figure flew straight towards the approaching giant Wu Yun.

The overwhelming pressure from the Titled Douluo was like a breeze brushing past Huo Yuhao's face.

He didn't slow down, rushing straight into the rolling Wu Yun. His figure was quickly swallowed by the thick darkness and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The people from the Spirit Pagoda behind him hovered in mid-air, their eyes fixed on the disappearing figure, their faces showing undisguised worry.

In their hearts, Huo Yuhao was the founder of the Spirit Pagoda, and they were completely convinced by both his Soul Spirit Method and forging methods.

He is a genius, that's beyond doubt.

However, he is not a strong person yet. Even the most talented young man will appear weak in the face of absolute power. They do not believe that Huo Yuhao can contend with a Titled Douluo- level existence on his own.

At this moment, Wang Dong'er spoke up. Meeting the uneasy gazes of the crowd, her expression was serious as she said, "Trust Yuhao. He is someone who can continuously create miracles. Since he has chosen to go and face the enemy, he must have a way to deal with it."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a firmness that made people want to believe her.

The people in the Spirit Pagoda exchanged glances, their previously anxious hearts calming down somewhat after hearing those words.

Some people recalled the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Fighting Tournament four years ago, when Huo Yuhao was already able to hold his own against opponents at the Soul Douluo level.

Now, four years have passed, and his strength is vastly different from what it used to be. Perhaps... he truly has the confidence to fight a Titled Douluo?

And at this moment, deep within the Wu Yun.

The moment Huo Yuhao entered the clouds, he felt the surrounding light suddenly dim, and the air was filled with a thick and cold aura, mixed with a kind of unpleasant, sweet and fishy smell.

He hovered inside the cloud, his gaze quickly sweeping across the surroundings, and soon locked onto the hunched and thin figure not far ahead.

It was an old man dressed in black, his skin also dark, and his body so thin it looked as if something had drained all the moisture from him.

What's most striking is his face; his eyebrows are uneven, giving him an indescribably eerie appearance.

In the middle of his forehead, a large and clear pattern with the word "" was clearly visible.

Huo Yuhao's mind raced through the historical records he had read in the past.

The destruction of the Holy Spirit Cult ten thousand years ago can be said to have been orchestrated by "himself".

Therefore, in later historical accounts of "him", descriptions of the Holy Spirit Cult are naturally indispensable.

So he quickly matched the features of the person in front of him with a name in the history books.

He hovered a few feet in front of the old man, calmly looking at him, and slowly said, "So it's Scorpion Tiger Douluo."