Most of the girls around them were showering him with praise. On an ordinary day, the young master would have been so thrilled he'd have forgotten his own name. But right now, his eyes held nothing but fury.
Huo Yuhao frowned in disdain. "What a nuisance."
The boy had just flown up to the window when a heavy punch came straight at him.
"Yula!"
He flew backward even faster than he'd come, crashing to the ground again.
"One yellow and one purple? Not bad. Huh? Could that Martial Soul be...?"
Aside from himself, this was the first time Huo Yuhao had seen someone else absorb a Soul Ring beyond their level.
But after their exchange, Huo Yuhao realized that this person was far too weak. He didn't need to use his Martial Soul to deal with him.
If he had to use his Martial Soul against a Soul Grandmaster, it would be beneath him as a Soul Elder. It would also be a disgrace to his three powerful Martial Souls.
As it turned out, Baili Du and Electrolux had raised Xiao Huo to be a little too powerful... With a Martial Soul imbued with Dragon God Bloodline nourishing his body, control over the extremes of light and darkness, and Spirit Eyes that amplified the power of his emotions, Xiao Huo was an absolute stat monster even with his bare fists.
Without a doubt, this fellow had picked a fight with the wrong person. Xiao Huo was no soft-hearted pushover.
"Not even as good as a Wind Baboon," he muttered casually. To avoid any more trouble, Huo Yuhao swung himself through the window and jumped down.
Huo Yuhao landed with a stylish hawk's dive just as the boy got back to his feet. His luxurious white outfit was now filthy, his handsome little face smudged with black and white, and one side of it was swollen.
The old man standing guard at the dormitory entrance lowered the book covering his face and watched Huo Yuhao with interest.
"...I'll kill you!" the boy roared. His first Hundred-Year Soul Ring lit up, and he charged at Huo Yuhao.
His forewings turned a brilliant azure. The golden patterns scattered across them shone and spread outward, forming a three-inch-wide golden edge along the wings in an instant. It was razor-sharp.
Huo Yuhao tilted his head. Those were... butterfly wings, and they had a light attribute.
A Butterfly Martial Soul with an aura of light, and quite a dazzling one at that... Huo Yuhao immediately understood. So it was the Light Goddess Butterfly!
Uncle Baili had specifically taught me about this. The Light Goddess Butterfly only appeared in girls... So this person was a girl dressed as a boy.
That explained all those strange demands of hers.
Now that he understood why this person had been such a pain, one thing still wouldn't change: he was going to beat him—no, her—up.
What happened next seemed perfectly natural to Huo Yuhao, but utterly unbelievable to the boy.
The golden wings slashed wildly, but Huo Yuhao dodged every strike with footwork that was bizarre yet exquisite.
It looks like a close-combat Soul Skill. Pretty sharp, but hitting me will be a little difficult... As the thought crossed his mind, Huo Yuhao nimbly dodged the slashing wings.
Compared to the Treading Snow Seeking Plum footwork Baili Du had taught him, the Tang Sect's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track wasn't even fit to be called trash.
The pink-and-blue-haired boy was completely dumbfounded. Impossible! How could I not even touch his clothes?
Even worse, Huo Yuhao hadn't even used his Martial Soul... He'd beaten her with nothing but his bare hands. The gap in their strength was almost impossible to accept.
The old man at the entrance opened his dim eyes a little wider, watching Huo Yuhao move with astonishing ease.
The Tang Sect's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track? No! This was countless times more intricate. What kind of footwork was it?
"What a drag." Huo Yuhao grumbled in annoyance. He twisted sideways to evade a slash, then kicked the boy hard in the rear.
The boy felt an indescribably powerful force strike her backside. She stumbled and fell to the ground for the third time.
With an embarrassed, furious look, she covered her butt and glared at Huo Yuhao with pink-and-blue eyes, her expression so vicious you'd think she wanted to devour him whole.
The softness and springiness against the top of his foot confirmed something for Huo Yuhao, too.
Did you think I wouldn't beat you up just because you're a girl? Sorry, I, Huo Yuhao, have always been a staunch supporter of gender equality.
Huo Yuhao folded his arms across his chest. His delicate, adorable face was full of disdain as he said, "What? Still not convinced?"
After struggling for a while, the boy managed to get back to her feet. She was panting heavily, but her voice was still full of murderous intent. "You... I'll kill you!"
She flapped her wings and took to the air. Ignoring how much Soul Power she'd already spent, she lit up her purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring. One golden orb after another gathered in the air around her.
After his Spirit Eyes sensed their power, Huo Yuhao's slightly smug expression turned completely cold.
He'd thought she was just a spoiled princess who'd grown up in a life of luxury. A little lesson would be enough to make her remember her place.
But he hadn't expected her princess sickness to be so advanced that there was no cure.
Even the old man's gaze grew more serious, tinged with disappointment.
She'd taken a little beating and immediately tried to hit him with her ultimate move. With a temperament like that, she'd never amount to much.
Just as the boy flapped her wings and rose into the air, preparing to unleash her true power, Huo Yuhao sprang up like a ghost and grabbed her ankle.
Using a leverage technique that could have made Newton choke, he swung her through a wide arc in midair and slammed the boy who'd been about to unleash her ultimate move into the ground.
"Bam!"
Headfirst, too.
Students passing by and new arrivals peeking out of the dormitory windows pointed and whispered.
"Hey, look! That blue-haired one is really good-looking, too."
"And really powerful! He took down a Soul Grandmaster without using his Martial Soul. Could he be a Soul Elder?"
Huo Yuhao landed lightly, dusted off his hands, and ignored the excited chatter. He walked over to the boy and looked down at him. Deep-blue light seemed to swirl in his eyes, and even the air grew a few degrees colder.
The old man's eyes narrowed slightly. He could actually feel a hint of suppression from Huo Yuhao's Martial Soul!
What kind of Martial Soul did this little fellow have? Was it a dragon-type Martial Soul, too? It was actually making his own Martial Soul feel oppressed!
"Cough, cough, cough..." The pink-and-blue-haired boy struggled to her feet. Her constitution was remarkably strong. Judging by Huo Yuhao's estimate, even a thousand-year-old Wind Baboon would have been knocked dizzy by that throw, yet this tomboy seemed almost unharmed.
She was clearly from a wealthy family. She must have eaten plenty of rare treasures since childhood.
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