Though it seemed to last a long time, from the moment Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong released their killing intent to deceive their opponents to the moment the Golden Road struck, barely a second had passed.
Seeing their opponent struck by the Golden Road and left with an opening, Huo Yuhao didn't hesitate. He immediately ended the Martial Soul Fusion.
As the Golden Road faded, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong appeared before the Soul King.
A cold glint flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes.
Nine Nether Prison! Open!
Centered on him, an invisible gray domain spread in an instant, enveloping the Soul King.
Ghost Killing Art! Full power!
Without pausing, Huo Yuhao gathered killing intent in his right hand. A razor-sharp, pure-gray blade appeared in his grasp.
Using the force of his forward momentum, Huo Yuhao channeled all his strength into his arm. The blade came down from above, aimed straight at his opponent's throat.
"Shhk—"
The sound of a blade cutting into flesh rang especially sharply through the silent, dense fog.
The Soul King didn't even have time to scream. Huo Yuhao carved a wound deep enough to expose bone, from his chest all the way to his throat.
Scalding blood gushed out, splattering Huo Yuhao's face and hair.
The warm liquid, tinged with the sweet tang of blood, slid down his cheeks.
Huo Yuhao's hand trembled slightly.
But it wasn't fear.
It was excitement!
An indescribable shiver shot up his spine and straight to his crown.
The instant the blade opened his opponent's throat, the moment the blood ran between his fingers, the second life ebbed away in his hands, the Ghost Killing Art within Huo Yuhao suddenly shook violently.
That killing intent no longer merely surged out from within him. It began streaming into him from the outside—from