Ghost Killing Art, Slaughter Path

"Thank you, sir."

In front of the freshman dormitory at Shrek.

Huo Yuhao bowed to Mu En, who was lying beneath the dormitory building, before finally walking inside.

"A rare, polite child."

Mu En nodded almost imperceptibly and muttered to himself.

[Mu En Favorability +1]

After entering the dormitory, Huo Yuhao nodded with satisfaction, pleased with his own performance.

By slowly grinding up Mu En's favorability like this—though he didn't know what use it would have—it might just provide him with an unexpected surprise at some point.

After all, as things stood, this man was one of the strongest individuals on the human side across the entire Douluo Continent.

There were only two others who could rival him.

Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao and Death God Douluo Ye Xishui.

Thinking of these three, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but shake his head.

When it came to their romantic entanglements, one had to mention the classic "threesome" trope of the Douluo Continent.

Whether it was the Golden Iron Triangle from ten thousand years ago, the Limit Douluo trio, or the trio of Mu En, Long Xiaoyao, and Ye Xishui from ten thousand years later, they all seemed unable to escape this curse.

The three would be entangled in grievances for a lifetime, and in the end, the two who loved each other would reconcile, leaving only the third wheel to grieve in the shadows.

Huo Yuhao could only say, What a pair of star-crossed lovers.

Forget it, leave them be.

Huo Yuhao used his key to open his door, no longer dwelling on their affairs.

Such matters didn't have much to do with him, and even if they did, that was a plot point for the late game.

Whether he could even survive until the late game was still up in the air!

He had better worry about himself first.

He walked into the dormitory, the classic Room 108, still covered in dust; Shrek remained as authoritative as ever when it came to the state of their dorms.

Huo Yuhao sighed helplessly, cleaned up a little, sat on his bed, and entered a state of meditation.

Since things had come to this, he might as well cultivate.

He closed his eyes in contemplation, and when he opened them again, he had entered his Sea of Consciousness.

At this moment, the Sea of Consciousness was cold and desolate. The original two tenants were there: Ghost Demon Venerable occupied the vast majority of the space, while Sky Dream Ice Silkworm huddled in a small corner.

Neither showed any signs of waking up.

Huo Yuhao thought for a moment, bowed to Ghost Demon Venerable, and then approached the floating Ghost Killing Art.

He hadn't looked at this cultivation technique yet.

Previously, he hadn't even dared to glance at it.

But now that cultivating the Ghost Killing Art was a foregone conclusion, he decided to stop resisting.

He would take what he could get first.

Huo Yuhao moved his consciousness, and the Ghost Killing Art unfolded on its own, as if it had anticipated his compromise.

The characters on the pages rose into the air, circling around him.

Just as he was about to observe them closely, the characters seemed to have reached a consensus, rushing toward him simultaneously and merging into his consciousness.

The next moment, Huo Yuhao felt as if he had fallen into a bizarre nightmare. Beneath his feet was an endless sea of blood, and he seemed to be the only living thing left in the entire world.

The thick killing intent in the surroundings condensed into something almost physical, nearly suffocating him.

He instinctively looked up, and a figure that blotted out the sky appeared in his vision.

The figure seemed to be composed of countless vengeful spirits, with three demonic heads atop its shoulders, a thousand hands, and wings. It rose slowly from the earth, piercing through the two heavens and swallowing the great sun in the sky into its belly!

Seeming to sense Huo Yuhao's gaze, the figure cast a glance at him, and Huo Yuhao felt that gaze weigh ten thousand pounds.

The next moment, the entire world shattered like a mirror, and Huo Yuhao was forcibly ejected from his meditative state.

In the real world, Huo Yuhao snapped back to reality. He leaned forward, bracing himself against the bed frame with his hands, gasping for air as beads of sweat fell from his forehead like rain.

In that moment, he truly thought he was going to die.

Was this the Ghost Demon Venerable who spanned two days and slaughtered through three realms?

Although the plot suggested this wasn't his true form, it was terrifying enough.

Truly frightening!!

"..."

"Heh."

After a long silence, Huo Yuhao let out a long breath and let out a scoff.

Although he had just experienced the feeling of death, he surprisingly felt that it was actually quite good.

After all, he hadn't come away empty-handed.

The Ghost Killing Art within his Sea of Consciousness had vanished, having completely merged into one with him.

He had also grasped the core essence of the Ghost Killing Art, mastering it thoroughly.

It was very simple.

There was only one word.

And that was: Kill!

Kill, kill, kill!!

Kill everyone who refuses to submit! Kill everyone who defies! Kill everyone who betrays!!!

Kill until no one in this world dares to claim supremacy!!

Everything, absolutely everything, was rooted in the word "kill," from which all sorts of branch techniques were derived.

Since it was the cultivation method of the Ghost Demon Venerable, Huo Yuhao was not surprised by this result.

As everyone knew, failing to claim supremacy through the Slaughter Path was the Ghost Demon Venerable's greatest obsession, perhaps even comparable to Fang Yuan's dream of eternal life.

To put it another way:

If a father kills his mother, and a son kills his father, if you don't realize the Slaughter Path, are you going to realize filial piety instead?

In truth, Huo Yuhao felt that some of the Ghost Demon Venerable's philosophies were quite similar to his own.

In his memories, the voice and smile of Huo Yun'er were still vivid before his eyes.

He hadn't simply dropped into this world; he had awakened his past-life wisdom halfway through, and he had still been raised under the care of Huo Yun'er.

The suffering and grievances that he and his mother endured in the Duke Mansion would never blur with the passage of time; instead, they became clearer and more profound!

This time, Huo Yuhao would absolutely not be as indecisive as he was in the original story, betraying himself!

In the end, not only did he fail to kill a single enemy, but he even changed his surname to Dai!

He took on the surname of his enemy!!!

If that were truly the case, he would rather be possessed by the Ghost Demon Venerable, he would rather consort with devils, than let all of this stand!!

Repay evil with kindness? Then how would one repay kindness?!

He would absolutely kill the White Tiger Duke!!

Absolutely!!

Not just him! But all his descendants! All his friends and family! Everything he cares about! Everything he values!!

Huo Yuhao swore it right here!

He would absolutely destroy it all!

To hell with a sea of blood! To hell with the continent collapsing!!

He only wanted to kill!

Only by killing could he resolve the hatred in his heart!!

Only by killing could he appease this raging fire!!

Only by killing him!!!

Unknowingly, Huo Yuhao's eyes had turned blood-red, his body was trembling, and he was radiating a terrifying murderous aura from head to toe.

"That little fellow..."

Downstairs in the dormitory building, Mu En, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly frowned and muttered to himself.

Then, as if thinking of something, he let out a long sigh.

"All of them are wretched souls..."

Inside the dormitory, seemingly triggered by the murderous aura Huo Yuhao was emitting, the Ghost Killing Art began to circulate on its own, directly causing Huo Yuhao's Soul Power Level to rise consecutively, reaching level fifteen.

He had reached the most basic enrollment standard for Shrek Academy.

"So impatient, are you?"

Huo Yuhao clenched his fist, feeling the power he had gained, his emotions a complex mix.

However, after that outburst, his mind was now remarkably clear.

Having experienced the power of the Ghost Demon Venerable, he had even developed some new ideas.

Tang San? Ghost Demon Venerable?

Heh.

He shook his fist, realizing it was still too early to dwell on such things.

But at the very least, it had planted a seed of rebellion within him.

It was precisely at this moment that the dormitory door was suddenly kicked open.

The newcomer had delicate features and fair skin, but what stood out most were his unique eyes and hair, a rare and stunning shade of powder blue.

The youth—or rather, the individual who was currently a youth—scanned the room, wrinkled his nose in utter disdain, and finally fixed his gaze upon Huo Yuhao.

Then, he issued an arrogant command.

"You, hurry up and clean this room."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for throwing you out!!"

Throw me out?

Listening to the words of this person, whose identity he had discerned at a single glance, Huo Yuhao smiled.

"You can certainly try."