Slapping Dai Yueheng, Huo Yuhao's Killing Intent

Shrek Outer Court.

Several days had passed since Ma Xiaotao and the others eradicated that group of evil soul masters.

Huo Yuhao continued his daily routine of grilling fish and checking in with the God King, and today was no exception.

This persistence had gradually increased the popularity of his grilled fish in the Outer Court, and the line of people waiting grew longer and longer.

As the sky gradually darkened, the line in front of the grilled fish stall finally reached its end.

Tang Ya and Bei Bei were busy and didn't come today; with the big foodie Tang Ya gone to snatch the food, there were a few more fish left in stock at the stall.

Wang Dong sat on a small stool nearby, holding a small handful of copper soul coins, counting them with great interest.

This young master was becoming more and more proficient at collecting money, and even the sound of the copper coins clinking together sounded pleasant to his ears.

Considering it was getting late, Huo Yuhao turned the fire down, preparing to close the stall after grilling these last few fish.

Just then, a steady set of footsteps stopped in front of the stall.

The newcomer didn't rush to order like the other students, but stood there, observing Huo Yuhao with great interest.

Huo Yuhao didn't stop his movements, merely raising his head casually to sweep a glance over.

At just one look, his fingers, which were turning the grilled fish, paused for half a second, and his heart could no longer remain calm.

The man was wearing the exclusive red uniform of the Shrek Inner Court, tall and upright, handsome in appearance, with a gentle smile on his face.

This person was very handsome, carrying an air of natural nobility.

But that wasn't the point; it wasn't as if he hadn't seen Inner Court students before. Even if Xuan Zi appeared here now, it wouldn't be able to cause the slightest ripple in Huo Yuhao's heart.

But this person was different.

At just one glance, Huo Yuhao noticed his striking eyes.

Double pupils.

The double pupils exclusive to the lineage of the White Tiger Duke Mansion.

Huo Yuhao's movements paused for half a second.

He had never met this person, but with these iconic eyes and the identity of an Inner Court disciple, there was no need to guess the answer.

Dai Yueheng.

The eldest son of the White Tiger Duke Mansion, Dai Huabin's older brother.

The Ghost Killing Art within Huo Yuhao instinctively accelerated its circulation, and an extremely pure killing intent stirred faintly within his meridians.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing that agitation.

What a coincidence.

He hadn't even gone to look for trouble with the White Tiger Duke Mansion yet, and this young master had delivered himself to his doorstep.

Huo Yuhao's eyes revealed a trace of killing intent, which even the Ghost Killing Art could not completely suppress.

He had originally thought he would meet Dai Huabin first as he had before, but he hadn't expected to encounter Dai Yueheng here instead.

Was this heaven's will? Or was fate playing a trick on him?

But none of that mattered.

To him, whether it was Dai Huabin or Dai Yueheng, it was all the same.

They were both his enemies.

Sooner or later, he would settle the score; it didn't matter who came first or last.

Dai Yueheng, completely unaware of this, stood in front of the stall, looking up and down at the thin youth before him.

The more he looked, the more he felt a strange sense of familiarity about this youth, but he just couldn't think of where he had seen him before.

Dai Yueheng shook his head, deciding not to think about it for the time being.

He had come here specifically today mainly because of what Ma Xiaotao had said.

A freshman who could make a crazy woman like Ma Xiaotao, who looked down on everyone, praise him endlessly and even protect him so fiercely, was indeed worth Dai Yueheng coming to see for himself.

If he truly was a rare talent, as long as he could be recruited into the White Tiger Duke Mansion, he would definitely be a great asset to him in the future.

Thinking of this, Dai Yueheng no longer hesitated, preparing to first bridge the relationship between the two, so he spoke.

"You must be Junior Brother Huo Yuhao, right?"

His voice was warm and thick, permeated with an approachability that made one feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.

"Give me two grilled fish."

With this attitude, any other Outer Court freshman, when addressed by an Inner Court senior, would likely have been flattered.

But Huo Yuhao didn't even lift his head, his voice flat and devoid of inflection.

"Not for sale."

The smile on Dai Yueheng's face stiffened.

He suspected he had misheard.

This kid didn't even spare him a glance, refusing him point-blank?

Although Dai Yueheng frowned slightly, he brushed it off as the eccentric temperament typical of a genius and continued to up the ante.

"Junior, aren't there still two left? I'll pay double."

Huo Yuhao flipped the grilling fish, his tone remaining completely devoid of ripples.

"Not for sale."

The smile on Dai Yueheng's face stiffened.

An outer court freshman, facing a patron from the inner court, actually refused? And refused twice at that?

Dai Yueheng glanced around; the line of people had already dispersed.

He turned back, pointing at the three fish sizzling with oil on the grill, maintaining the composure of a senior.

"Junior, aren't there still two left?"

"I've come here by reputation, can't you make an exception?"

Huo Yuhao flipped the fish in his hand, his movements steady, but his voice colder than before.

"I said not for sale."

That was the third time.

Wang Dong, sitting nearby, sensed the atmosphere shifting.

Though she was usually arrogant, she understood the status of inner court disciples at Shrek.

The person before them wore the red uniform and possessed unfathomable strength; there was no need for Huo Yuhao to clash with him over a few fish.

Wang Dong quickly stood up, trying to smooth things over.

"Senior, we're really sorry, but these fish were pre-ordered and paid for by someone else; we have to save them."

Hearing this, Dai Yueheng's expression softened slightly.

If they were pre-ordered, then it was understandable.

He was just about to take the out and say, "I'll come back next time."

But Huo Yuhao slammed his brush onto the cutting board with a dull thud.

He turned his head to look at Wang Dong.

"No need to make excuses for me."

Wang Dong froze.

Huo Yuhao looked back at Dai Yueheng, bluntly laying it out.

"There is no pre-order."

"I just don't want to sell to you."

The few outer court students who hadn't walked far stopped in their tracks, gasping in shock.

Has this freshman lost his mind?!

That's an inner court senior!

The mask of gentleness on Dai Yueheng's face could no longer hold. No matter how much he wanted to recruit Huo Yuhao for his own use, being slapped in the face like this in public—three times in a row—was something no one could tolerate.

"Junior."

Dai Yueheng's voice dropped, carrying a condescending sense of oppression.

"You seem to have a major problem with me?"

"I, Dai, don't recall ever offending you. With this attitude, aren't you looking down on the inner court seniors a bit too much?"

Huo Yuhao stared at him.

He looked at that face, which bore a resemblance to Dai Hao, and at that hypocritical demeanor—wanting to strike but still putting on airs of being reasonable.

Huo Yuhao felt a wave of nausea churn in his stomach.

People from the White Tiger Duke Mansion were all the same.

Sanctimonious on the surface, yet capable of watching others be tortured to death behind the scenes.

"You're overthinking it."

Huo Yuhao curled his lips, his tone dripping with undisguised mockery.

"I just simply feel that you aren't worthy of eating the fish I grill."

Once these words were out, it was equivalent to tearing off the mask completely.

The rage in the depths of Dai Yueheng's eyes could no longer be suppressed.

He took half a step forward.

Just half a step, and a powerful pressure belonging to a six-ring Soul Emperor surged directly toward Huo Yuhao.

He didn't release his martial soul; it was purely the pressure of his soul power.

Dai Yueheng had thought it through clearly; there was no need to reveal his martial soul just to teach a first-ring freshman a lesson.

As long as he made this brat suffer a little and understand the meaning of hierarchy, his goal would be achieved.

Wang Dong's expression changed drastically, and she instinctively moved to summon her Radiant Goddess Butterfly to shield Huo Yuhao.

But Huo Yuhao was faster than her.

He pulled Wang Dong behind him, bracing himself at the very front.

Facing the pressure of a six-ring Soul Emperor, Huo Yuhao did not even bend his knees.

The Ghost Killing Art circulated frantically within his body, neutralizing the external pressure entirely. He raised his head to face Dai Yueheng's six-ring Soul Emperor aura head-on, his eyes filled with madness.

Unnoticed by anyone, a trace of extreme cold seeped from the corner of his mouth.

In truth, Ghost Demon Venerable had been right before; only he truly understood the thoughts in Huo Yuhao's heart.

Huo Yuhao had nothing left to care about.

Whether it was Dai Huabin or Dai Yueheng, in Huo Yuhao's eyes, they were all the same.

They were all his enemies, nothing more than a bunch of walking corpses waiting to die.

It made no difference who died first.

Sky Dream Ice Silkworm had said before that he could still borrow Huo Yuhao's body to unleash one full-power strike.

Although Sky Dream Ice Silkworm himself possessed no offensive power, dealing with a mere six-ring Soul Emperor was still far too simple.

As for whether Dai Yueheng would end up dead or crippled after Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's strike, what punishment the academy would impose on him, or whether his secrets would be exposed...

To repeat:

Huo Yuhao did not care.

Just as Huo Yuhao was gathering his strength, deciding to let Sky Dream Ice Silkworm take over his body, an angry, delicate shout rang out from afar.

"Dai Yueheng!!"

"What the hell are you doing!!"