Huo Wushuang walked towards Gray-Haired Man step by step. The sound of footsteps on the gravel seemed particularly heavy, like an ordinary person walking towards the guillotine.
Only those eyes that once burned with Lie Yan were now as silent as dead water, and an indelible obsession called "entrustment" deep in their eyes.
He stared intently at the gray-haired man, Zao Wuji, who was still breaking through with his eyes closed and knowing nothing about the outside world. He was using his last will to silently confirm to the gray-haired man and to this cruel fate that the deal was established.
Gray-Haired Man stood quietly, with a blurry face whose expression could not be seen clearly. Only the ferocious Bone Tail Scorpion Hook, with a bit of gray mist at its tip, was like a poisonous snake smelling blood. It slowly lifted up and locked onto the Huo Wushuang, which was getting closer and closer. The gray lines on Scorpion Tail began to glow slightly, emitting an increasingly greedy aura.
Finally, Huo Wushuang stopped three steps away from Gray-Haired Man. He could even clearly see the spotless lines on the other party's dark blue suit, he could see the fine, ancient lines on Bone Tail Scorpion Hook, and he could feel the Guixu deathly silence emitted by the gray mist that froze his soul.
He closed his eyes, no longer looking or thinking.
Gray-Haired Man seemed to let out a soft "heh", with a hint of unnoticeable satisfaction in his voice. He didn't say anything else, nor did he make any unnecessary movements.
That Bone Tail Scorpion Hook, like a poisonous snake that had been gathering momentum for a long time, suddenly popped up! There was no earth-shattering momentum, only an afterimage that was so fast that it exceeded the limit of vision.
Huo Wushuang's body stiffened suddenly, and then, there was an indescribable feeling, as if it was forcibly stripped from the deepest part of his soul. He wanted to open his mouth, take one last look in the direction of Zhao Wuji, want to let out a roar or a cry of unwillingness...
But, it was too late.
His body was like chalk written by an eraser, which began to quickly fade, become transparent, and dissipate without pain. In other words, the pain was erased the moment it occurred.
At the last moment before his consciousness completely sank into darkness, Huo Wushuang's "sight" seemed to vaguely "see" that Gray-Haired Man's Bone Tail Scorpion Hook did not take it back after it "spotted" him.
The gray lines on Scorpion Tail suddenly erupted with an unprecedented, strange light, and an unimaginable suction force came, wildly swallowing and pulling everything he was "dissipating".
Gray-Haired Man quietly watched the figure of Huo Wushuang completely disappear in front of him, leaving no trace, as if this person had never existed in the world. Only an almost imperceptible fiery aftertaste remaining in the air proved the final burning of the Flame Dragon Douluo just now.
The gray spots at the tip of the Bone Tail Scorpion Hook on his left arm seemed to be a little more condensed than before, and the color seemed to be a little deeper. The gray lines on the Scorpion Tail were flowing with light, exuding a dangerous aura.
Gray-Haired Man raised his normal hand and made a fist lightly, as if he was feeling the newly absorbed power. Under the blurry face, there was no trace of happiness or anger.
After a moment, he turned around and looked at Zhao Wuji, who was still sitting cross-legged, his breath reaching a certain critical point.
Soul Power fluctuated like boiling water, becoming more and more intense. Zhao Wuji's body surface began to glow with an earthy yellow light, and a low dragon roar could be heard faintly coming from his body.
Ninety thousand years of Earth Dragon Lizard's Soul Ring power will finally be completely absorbed by him. The barrier leading to Titled Douluo is also as thin as a cicada's wings and may be broken at any time.
Gray-Haired Man silently "watched" for a few seconds, seeming to be evaluating and waiting.
Then, his figure swayed and turned into a faint gray shadow, like an ink droplet melting into water, and quietly disappeared into the shadows at the edge of the crypt.
He did not take any action against Zhao Wuji, as if he really abided by the "deal" with Huo Wushuang and would not kill him before Zhao Wuji's breakthrough was completed.
Only Zhao Wuji was left in the crypt. There was also the smoke and dust that had not yet dissipated, the mess on the ground, and the faint Guixu smell of death and blood that remained in the air.
Time passed little by little, and finally Soul Power, which was fluctuating violently on Zhao Wuji, suddenly stagnated, and then rushed up like a volcanic eruption! A thick, concentrated and powerful aura spread out like ripples, centered on him!
On his charred body, an earthy yellow light shone brightly, and there seemed to be Rock-like textures flashing under his skin. His aura suddenly increased, becoming as towering and unshakable as a mountain!
"Ho--!"
A free, deep, and powerful roar erupted from Zhao Wuji's mouth, and the sound wave shook the top of the cave to the point where dust fell. He suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with light, as if they were real!
Titled Douluo!
After experiencing life and death, and absorbing 90,000 years of Earth Dragon Lizard Soul Ring, Zhao Wuji finally successfully broke through that barrier and officially entered the realm of Titled Douluo!
A surging sense of power filled his body, and most of the injuries caused by previous battles and burns were washed away and repaired by the powerful Soul Power during the breakthrough.
"It's done! Haha! I'm finally done!" Zhao Wuji couldn't hide the ecstasy in his heart and couldn't help but laugh to the sky. But as soon as the laughter started, it stopped abruptly.
"Huo Wushuang! Feng Xiaotian! You bunch of idiots..." Zhao Wuji suddenly stood up and looked around vigilantly. Soul Power gathered in an instant, and nine Soul Ring emerged under their feet, and the majestic Titled Douluo pressure was released without reservation.
However, what he saw was a dead battlefield with ruins, collapsed rock walls, molten pits, charred earth, scattered broken clothes, and blood filling the air.
Only, there is no one.
There was no Feng Xiaotian, no Huo Wushuang, and no sign of anyone from the academy. They seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, leaving not even a trace of debris or Soul Power fluctuations behind.
"What... what's going on?" Zhao Wuji was stunned and frowned. When he broke through, his mind sank and he had only a vague sense of the outside world. He only knew that the battle was extremely fierce and the energy fluctuated violently, but he had no idea what happened specifically.
Could it be that both sides were injured and both left? No, no, even if it is death, there should be a body! What's going on with that dead breath?
He searched the surroundings vigilantly, and Titled Douluo's Mental Power carefully scanned every inch of the land. Except for traces of battle and residual chaotic energy, there were no signs of life or any hidden enemies.
Just when he was restless and confused--
"Ta, ta, ta..."
Clear and gentle footsteps came from a dark entrance to the crypt.
Zhao Wuji All the muscles in his body tensed up instantly, he turned his head suddenly, and his sharp gaze shot towards the source of the sound as if it were real. Soul Power was rushing through his body, ready to launch a thunderous strike at any time.
The smoke and dust stirred slightly, and a figure walked out of the shadows slowly and slowly.
It was a young man who looked to be about twenty-seven or seventy-eight years old. His face was ordinary, even a little unremarkable. He was wearing a clean basket-colored cloth, with a calm aura and a steady pace.
He had a gentle, almost shy smile on his face, like a harmless young traveler who happened to pass by this place. This young man, Zhao Wuji, had never seen anyone who was not from the academy or a master of any force he knew.
"Who are you?" Zhao Wuji asked in a deep voice, the sound was like a loud bell, and the pressure of Titled Douluo was like a mountain pressing towards the opponent. The alarm bells rang in his heart, the appearance of this young man was too strange, this devastated battlefield, these people disappeared, but this young man walked in so calmly... Something was wrong!
The young man in gray didn't seem to feel any pressure. He still wore that shy smile and walked slowly towards Zhao Wuji without stopping.
His eyes were very bright and clear, but for some reason, Zhao Wuji saw a very faint, indescribable... indifference from the depths of those clear eyes.
"I'm just a lost Soul Master. I sensed abnormal energy fluctuations here and came here to check." The young man in blue stopped about ten steps away from Zhao Wuji. His voice was gentle and polite, and he even bowed slightly, "I wonder... senior, have you encountered any trouble here? Do you need help?"
His attitude was impeccable and his tone was sincere, but the chill in Zhao Wuji's heart was getting stronger and stronger. A lost traveler? In an underground cave in such a barren mountain? Come sooner or later, but come just when he has just made a breakthrough?
Moreover, Zhao Wuji keenly felt that although the other party's aura was peaceful, under the pressure of Titled Douluo, he did not show the slightest difficulty or awe. This in itself was abnormal!
"Stop pretending to be a fool for me!" Zhao Wuji said sternly, the earthy yellow light around his body was strong, and the thick Soul Power condensed on the surface of his body, "What just happened here? Where are the people from the college? Are you with them? Is that aura just caused by you?"
He fired a series of questions like a barrage of questions, and at the same time secretly mentioned Soul Power, Immovable Vajra Body was ready to go. No matter who this person was, he was definitely not a "lost traveler" when he appeared here!
Facing Zhao Wuji's questions and Soul Power, the smile on the face of the young man in blue remained unchanged, but the indifference deep in his clear eyes seemed to be more obvious.
He shook his head gently, and his tone was a bit helpless and apologetic. "Senior, I misunderstood. I am indeed just passing by. As for the aura of the college you mentioned... I have not seen it, nor have I sensed it."
He paused, and his eyes seemed to scan the messy battlefield around him inadvertently, and finally fell back on Zhao Wuji, his smile still gentle, "I just see that the senior seems to have just experienced a battle, made a breakthrough, and his breath is still a little unstable.
In this wilderness, it is inevitable that there will be some short-sighted Soul Beast or young people who will covet the senior. If you don't mind, I may be able to escort the senior to find a safe place to rest..."
Escort? Pranayama?
Zhao Wuji sneered even more in his heart. This lie was too clumsily crafted! He had just broken through Titled Douluo, and he was so powerful, so why did he need someone to escort him? This young man in blue seemed gentle and harmless, but he felt more dangerous!
"No need!" Zhao Wuji flatly refused, locking eyes with the other party with lightning eyes, "I don't care who you are, get out of here right now! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
While he was speaking, the fourth black Soul Ring under his feet had already lit up. It was his signature control Soul Skill--Positioning Tracking! He Zhao Wuji, the new Titled Douluo, was famous for his strength and defense. How could he be afraid of this hidden person? Control him first, and then slowly interrogate him!
However, at the moment when Zhao Wuji Soul Ring lights up and Soul Skill is about to start--
The young man in blue moved.
He just raised his right hand slightly, as casually as if he was waving hello.
But the moment he raised his hand Zhao Wuji all the hairs on his body stood up instantly! An indescribable, extremely cold premonition of death poured down from his head like ice water and instantly froze his blood and thinking!
Fast! Indescribably fast! It is ten times or a hundred times faster than any previous opponent, and the fastest attack of Feng Xiaotian!
Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and he couldn't even capture the opponent's movement trajectory! He only saw the raised right index finger of the young man in gray, which seemed to be pointing at him, tapping lightly.
Then, Zhao Wuji "felt" that the center of his eyebrows seemed to be lightly "touched" by something cold.
But at the next moment, all of Zhao Wuji's consciousness, all of his perceptions, all of his power, even the ecstasy that he had just broken through Titled Douluo, his doubts about the academy, his vigilance towards the young man in blue... everything began to blur and disappear quickly like a sandcastle blown away by the wind.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to shout something, wanted to activate Soul Skill, wanted to swing his fist...
But no sound came out.
No action was taken.
His burly body, which had just been glowing with vitality due to the breakthrough, just stood frozen in place, and the divine light in his eyes quickly dimmed and dispersed like an extinguished candle.
The khaki Soul Power light receded like the tide, and the nine Soul Ring instantly shattered and dissipated.
Then, under the still gentle gaze of the young man in blue, even with a shy smile, Zhao Wuji's body, starting from the "pointed" position between the eyebrows, disintegrated and dissipated silently like a weathered sand sculpture.
Just like that, out of thin air, bit by bit, it turned into the tiniest dust and blended into the smoke and dust that filled the cave, leaving no trace anymore.
It was as if this strong man who had just been promoted and was supposed to make waves on the mainland Immovable Wisdom King Zhao Wuji was still ecstatic about his Titled Douluo breakthrough had never existed here.
The young man in blue slowly retracted his right hand, and there seemed to be a very faint, gray light flashing across his fingertips. The smile on his face did not change at all, still so gentle and shy, as if he had just brushed away a leaf that fell on his shoulder.
He lowered his head and looked at the place where Zhao Wuji disappeared. There was nothing there, not even a scrap of clothing left.
He turned around and no longer looked at the devastated crypt. He walked toward the dark exit and gradually disappeared into the shadows with his steps as slow as when he came.