Ferocious Blade Soul Devourer and the God King's Broken Defense

Ling Luochen was feeling comfortable, but Ma Xiaotao next door was suffering a great ordeal.

As a Spirit Saint, her five senses were naturally sharp, and while the hotel's soundproofing was decent, it couldn't withstand the intensity of certain people's movements.

Those suppressed, irrepressible moans sounded like demonic chants piercing her brain, leaving Ma Xiaotao, who was in the middle of healing, feeling agitated and restless, the Evil Fire within her body nearly surging up once again.

"Damn you, Ling Luochen!" Ma Xiaotao gritted her teeth, her red hair floating without a breeze. "You usually act like an ice-cold goddess, but I never expected you to be so vocal behind closed doors! You must be doing this on purpose! You're definitely doing it just to spite me!"

Ma Xiaotao knew clearly that besides that little brat Huo Yuhao, who else could possibly climb into Ling Luochen's bed?

Two days passed in a flash, and the first round of the round-robin tournament concluded.

Under Huo Yuhao's "diligent cultivation" over the two nights, Ling Luochen's injuries had miraculously healed by more than half, and her combat effectiveness was basically restored.

Only now, this once aloof ice-cold beauty's cold, clear eyes would instantly turn into a pool of spring water, shimmering with ripples whenever she saw Huo Yuhao. Where was there any sign of her keeping people at a distance? She looked exactly like a newlywed bride.

Tomorrow was the second round of the round-robin tournament. After dinner, the team leader, Senior Sister Zhang Lexuan, decided to ease everyone's tension by waving her hand and taking the group to the Star Luo City's top-tier Star Light Auction House to "relax."

Inside the luxury private room, Ma Xiaotao deliberately squeezed in next to Huo Yuhao. Her beautiful eyes were filled with the resentment of a neglected woman in a boudoir, staring fixedly at Huo Yuhao until he felt completely uncomfortable, cold sweat nearly breaking out.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in the soft flesh of his waist.

Ma Xiaotao pinched him hard with her slender fingers and leaned into Huo Yuhao's ear. Her breath smelled like orchids, but her voice carried a hint of gritted-teeth intensity: "You've been living quite comfortably these past few days, haven't you? Hmm? Was it fun leaving me all alone to listen to the wall?"

"Cough, cough... Sister Xiaotao, let me explain... that was for healing purposes..." Huo Yuhao gave a dry laugh.

"Cut the crap!" Ma Xiaotao glared at him, lowering her voice with an air of unquestionable dominance. "My injuries need treatment too. Tonight... come to my room. You promised me before that no matter how many women you have, you must satisfy me. If you try to welch on the deal, I'll roast you and eat you!"

After saying this, she deliberately glanced at Ling Luochen not far away, full of provocation.

Ling Luochen felt guilty and naturally didn't dare to meet Ma Xiaotao's gaze, but she secretly resolved that if she had another chance, she would definitely make sure Ma Xiaotao didn't get a wink of sleep all night.

Huo Yuhao also made a decision. Originally, he hadn't dared to push too hard because he felt sorry for Ma Xiaotao's injuries, but it had only resulted in a fire in his own backyard. Next, he would definitely suppress her fiercely and conquer her completely.

If he couldn't make Ma Xiaotao's legs go weak at the sight of him, how would he live his life in the future? What about Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao? What about Senior Sister?

Soon, the auction officially began.

The first item up for bid was an exquisite metal wristband.

"Third-level Soul Guidance Paralysis Ray, instantaneous activation. Upon impact, it can paralyze a Spirit King-level Spirit Master for one second. Starting bid, one thousand Gold Soul Coins!"

The starting bid soared rapidly.

"Two thousand five hundred Gold Soul Coins!"

In the end, Zhang Lexuan won the bid.

This Soul Tool was a significant boost for the Reserve Team.

After receiving the item, Zhang Lexuan looked at Wang Dong: "Wang Dong, take this Soul Tool. Your speed is fast, and it will produce excellent results when combined with this."

However, Wang Dong frowned and waved her hand in disgust: "Senior Sister, I don't want it. I hate these cold, metallic gadgets. A Spirit Master should rely on their own Martial Soul to fight; what kind of skill is it to use these external objects?"

That disgust seemed to be carved into her bones, even carrying a hint of inexplicable superiority.

Huo Yuhao sneered inwardly.

What innate disgust? It was nothing more than the meddling of that high-and-mighty God King Tang.

The rise of Soul Tools had led to the decline of the Tang Sect, and this petty God King naturally hated Soul Tools to the bone, even instilling such thoughts into his own daughter.

"Wang Dong, take it." Huo Yuhao grabbed the wristband and forcibly shoved it into Wang Dong's hand.

"I don't want it! Why are you forcing me?" Wang Dong was a bit angry and tried to shake it off.

Huo Yuhao gripped her hand tightly, his gaze becoming incredibly serious, even carrying a hint of sternness: "Wang Dong, look into my eyes. Do you really hate Soul Tools? Or are you just blindly rejecting them? Times are progressing, and Soul Tools are the trend of the future. If one day an enemy points a Soul Tool at your head, are you going to use your arrogance to block the cannon fire?"

"I..." Wang Dong was startled by Huo Yuhao's sudden seriousness. Looking into those eyes that seemed to see through her soul, the inexplicable resistance in her heart actually wavered.

"I'm doing this for your own good. You always say you want to keep up with my pace and not drag me down. Only by understanding and mastering them can you surpass them. Do you want to follow behind me for the rest of your life as a burden?" Huo Yuhao continued to coax (and coerce) her.

Wang Dong bit her lip, finally crumbling under Huo Yuhao's oppressive gaze, and reluctantly put on the wristband: "Fine... I'll use it. Honestly, why are you so fierce..."

"That's a good girl!" Huo Yuhao patted Wang Dong's head, as if smoothing the fur of a pet cat.

Just then, a pleasant notification sound rang in Huo Yuhao's mind:

[Ding! Detected that God King Tang San of the God Realm is filled with intense rage because his daughter accepted a Soul Tool. Rage value +999!]

The corners of Huo Yuhao's mouth curled up, his mood excellent.

The auction continued.

Zhang Lexuan was wealthy and generous, bidding on over a dozen practical Soul Tools to distribute to everyone.

Until the second-to-last item appeared.

"Fourth-level charging Soul Tool, commonly known as a 'Milk Bottle'. It can store soul power to assist Spirit Masters in rapid recovery. Starting bid, five thousand Gold Soul Coins!"

Just as Zhang Lexuan was about to raise her paddle again, Huo Yuhao pressed down on her hand.

"Senior Sister, there's no need to bid on this thing."

"Why? This is very helpful for prolonged battles," Zhang Lexuan asked, puzzled.

Huo Yuhao clattered a pile of metal bottles out of his storage ring and placed them casually on the table: "Why spend money on this fourth-level trash? I have a pile of fifth-level ones just sitting around. Everyone, help yourselves, there's plenty."

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared in stunned silence at the pile of Milk Bottles on the table, all radiating rich fluctuations of soul power, before looking back at the calm expression on Huo Yuhao's face.

"Fi-five, fifth-level?!"

Only then did everyone remember that Huo Yuhao was also a powerful Soul Tool master; it was just that his talent as a Soul Master was so monstrous that it overshadowed his performance in the field of Soul Tools.

Zhang Lexuan took a deep breath, her eyes filled with complexity and surprise as she looked at Huo Yuhao: "You guy... just how many more surprises are you hiding from us? If you had such good things, why didn't you bring them out earlier?"

"There wasn't much pressure in the previous matches, so there was no need for these," Huo Yuhao said with a smile.

Finally, the grand finale item appeared.

An usher walked onto the stage carrying a tray covered by a red cloth.

The moment the red cloth was lifted, an aura of murderous intent that made one's heart tremble instantly permeated the entire venue, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop by several degrees.

It was a jet-black engraving knife; its blade seemed to swallow even light itself, radiating an ominous aura.

"A Ranking List Engraving Knife, ranked ninety-ninth—the Ferocious Blade Soul Devourer!"

The auctioneer's voice trembled slightly. "It has had thirty-seven owners, but without exception, all of them met tragic ends; it can even devour souls. This is a cursed demonic blade. The starting bid is one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins."

The entire venue fell into dead silence.

The starting bid for a Ranking List Engraving Knife usually began at three hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins, and the final price often reached several million. But this thing had such a notorious reputation that who would be tired of living enough to buy it?

Just as the auctioneer thought it would fail to sell and prepared to drop the gavel:

"One hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins."

A calm voice echoed from the private box.

Zhang Lexuan was shocked: "Yuhao, have you lost your mind?! That is a ferocious blade! It will devour its master's soul! With your talent, the academy will definitely find you a better engraving knife; there is no need to take this risk!"

Ma Xiaotao was also anxious: "Exactly, Yuhao! If something happens to you, what... what are we supposed to do?"

"Don't worry, Senior Sister, Sister Xiaotao," a confident light flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes. "I am confident I can suppress it. To me, this blade is an opportunity, not a disaster."

What curse? It was nothing more than a seal left behind by an Evil Soul Master. Even if his current cultivation in Necromancy couldn't break it, Electrolux was certainly not just for show.

Looking at Huo Yuhao's determined gaze, Zhang Lexuan hesitated for a moment before finally sighing: "Fine... since you insist. But you must be careful; if you notice anything wrong, throw it away immediately!"

"Sold!"

As the auction gavel fell, Huo Yuhao was in high spirits.

The Life Gold was his!