Zhang Peng: Has Someone from the Cult Come to Pick Me Up?

Above the Mingdou Mountain Range, Wang Dong'er and the others stared intently at the churning dark Wu Yun in the distance.

The dark cloud was like a boiling pot, with black air currents constantly churning and colliding inside.

From time to time, a dull rumble could be heard from within, mixed with faint beast roars and the aftershocks of colliding Soul Power.

They couldn't see what was happening inside, but the powerful fluctuations emanating from the depths of the clouds were enough for each of them to clearly realize that Huo Yuhao had already engaged the enemy.

The worry on everyone's faces was undisguised, after all, Huo Yuhao's opponent was a Titled Douluo.

Just as everyone's hearts were sinking deeper and deeper, the churning dark Wu Yun seemed to be suddenly paused.

The churning of the clouds stopped for a moment, and then, as if blown away from within by an invisible wind, the inky black clouds began to crack and thin from the center, eventually dissipating.

What everyone saw first was countless tiny ice crystals falling vertically from the sky, like a silent ice rain.

Keen-eyed observers have noticed that among the fallen ice crystals, the largest one, as thick as two people could hug, contains a slender figure faintly visible within its crystal-clear ice layer.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw Huo Yuhao's figure again.

He hovered in mid-air, still feeling the lingering chill around him.

His expression was calm, and his breathing was steady, showing no signs of having just experienced a major battle.

Beneath his feet, four red and three orange-gold Soul Ring were neatly arranged.

Everyone was stunned!

If an ordinary Soul Master can obtain a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring at the Ninth Soul Ring, they are already considered among the most powerful and become a legend that is widely circulated throughout the continent.

And now, the boy in front of them, who was not yet twenty years old, had seven lights shining down at his feet.

Everyone who witnessed this fell into a brief silence, processing what they were seeing.

Huo Yuhao slowly put away his Soul Ring and Battle Armor, returning to his usual simple appearance, and then turned and flew back to the group.

The people in the Spirit Pagoda looked at him as he approached, their gazes now completely different from before.

If their respect for this young Tower Master in the past stemmed from his talent and the changes he brought to the Soul Master World, then now, this respect is covered by something even more profound: awe for the strong themselves.

Although Huo Yuhao's cultivation level is only at the Seven-Ring Soul Saint on the surface, he already possesses the combat power to defeat Titled Douluo.

Huo Yuhao scanned the faces of everyone, taking in their expressions one by one.

He didn't say much, but simply turned his gaze towards the north side of the Mingdou Mountain Range, and then said calmly, "Let's go."

Everyone snapped out of their daze and followed suit.

A dozen figures reactivated their Flying Soul Tool under the sunlight, crossed the continuous mountain ridges of the Mingdou Mountain Range, and sped towards the Star Luo Empire.

Huo Yuhao's attack was too fast and too accurate; the Ice Jade Empress Scorpion's Extreme Cold Ray struck Zhang Peng precisely.

However, this was also because Zhang Peng was stunned by the seven extraordinary Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, and was momentarily lost in thought.

Huo Yuhao seized that moment of distraction and struck successfully, sealing the Super Douluo within the Ultimate Ice.

However, Huo Yuhao did not intend to kill him. If he truly intended to kill, after Zhang Peng was Ice Seal, he only needed to use the Soul Bone Skill Ice Explosion Technique to finish him off, and even Super Douluo would have no chance of survival.

Zhang Peng, Ice Seal, plummeted straight down from the Mingdou Mountain Range like a meteorite, crashing into the continuous forests below.

With a muffled thud, ice crystals embedded themselves between the soil and pebbles, crushing several low shrubs, and startling the surrounding birds into scattering in all directions.

Zhang Peng was, after all, a Super Douluo. Although the impact of the fall was fierce, it was not enough to cause him fatal damage.

Although the Ultimate Ice was bone-chilling, it could not truly erode his essence under the protection of his profound Soul Power.

"Click... click..."

A moment later, a faint cracking sound came from the turquoise ice crystal surface. At first, there were only a few very fine cracks, like a spider web on thin ice, slowly extending along the ice surface.

The cracks then expanded and grew larger, densely covering the outer wall of the entire ice crystal.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the ice crystal shattered completely from the inside.

Countless tiny ice shards scattered like exploding fireworks, refracting a brief, iridescent halo in the light filtering through the leaves.

Zhang Peng fell out of the tree, staggered back two steps, and barely managed to steady himself by grabbing a thick tree trunk beside him.

His face was ashen, his lips were bluish-purple, and his whole body was still trembling involuntarily—the lingering effects of the Ultimate Ice's invasion.

He was breathing heavily, each breath condensing into a white mist in the air.

Zhang Peng never expected that Huo Yuhao's strength would be so great.

The image of the emerald green ray piercing through the air was still replaying in his mind. He looked down at his still slightly trembling hands and felt a lingering fear rise from the bottom of his heart.

The time he was sealed by that layer of Ultimate Ice was actually not very long, only a few dozen breaths.

But now he had completely given up on the idea of continuing the pursuit. After all, he wouldn't be able to beat them even if he caught up, and any unnecessary actions would only bring him humiliation.

He took a deep breath, barely managing to steady himself, and prepared to leave the forest and return to the Holy Spirit Cult's stronghold before making further plans.

However, the moment he took that first step, a sudden, instinctive sense of crisis surged into his heart.

That was his intuition, honed over years of navigating the edge of life and death, a speed ahead of any other means of perception.

His back suddenly tensed, and he whirled around like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his sharp gaze sweeping towards a dense patch of trees not far away.

"Who?!"

He shouted sharply, his voice carrying a lingering wariness and a hint of barely perceptible tension.

There was no immediate response from the darkness. He first saw two golden lights emerge from the depths of the shadows, like two burning flames suspended in the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

The newcomer was tall and imposing, shrouded in a large black cloak with the brim pulled low, obscuring his face.

Those two golden rays of light just now were his eyes, which were embedded in his eye sockets.

To be precise, his pupils were two burning golden flames, flickering uncertainly in the shadows of his cloak.

Zhang Peng's heart jumped into his throat. The other party did not exude any powerful aura, nor did he leak out even a trace of Soul Power.

But the unease that seemed to hang over Zhang Peng's heart grew stronger and stronger, so strong that he almost wanted to turn around and run away.

In an instant, he made a judgment: he was no match for the person in front of him.

However, he soon breathed a slight sigh of relief, because he could clearly sense a strong aura of death emanating from the other party.

He was all too familiar with that cold, silent scent, as if it had seeped from a pile of corpses; it was present in many Evil Soul Master.

The aura of death emanating from the person in front of him was so dense it was almost tangible; he was undoubtedly Evil Soul Master, and his cultivation was far superior to his own.

Could it be... that the Holy Spirit Cult sent someone to meet him?

This thought flashed through Zhang Peng's mind, but then a new doubt arose.

He had been a follower of the Holy Spirit Cult for many years, and he had at least met most of the powerful figures in the cult, even if he was not familiar with them.

But he had never seen this person before, neither in terms of his figure, aura, nor the golden flames in his eyes.

When did this figure appear in the Holy Spirit Cult?