'I want him to pay the price. I want him to know that offending me, Wu Feng, is the most wrong thing he has ever done in his life.'
The strong hatred temporarily suppressed the severe mental pain. She struggled and stood up again step by step with slightly trembling legs.
She pointed at Huo Yuhao, her voice became hoarse and sharp due to anger, and spread throughout Soul Fighting Zone.
"Huo Yuhao, listen to me."
"I don't care what tricks you used, today, you lost."
"Also, let me tell you, as long as you Huo Yuhao are in the Martial Soul Department for one day, I, Wu Feng, will target you for one day, and I will make it impossible for you to stay in the Martial Soul Department until you get out of the Martial Soul Department like a dog."
These vicious words made Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao in the audience instantly furious.
"Wu Feng, you have gone too far."
Wang Dong roared angrily, pretending to rush onto the stage.
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
Huo Yuhao, who should have run out of gas and completely passed out, twitched violently after hearing Wu Feng's words.
He slowly, slowly raised his head.
A pair of eyes have turned blood red.
It was not the congestion caused by the surge of energy and blood in the previous battle, but a deeper and more terrifying red.
Rolling within it was resentment, anger, unwillingness, and a trace of... cold murderous intent that was so thick that it almost overflowed.
Why?
Why should I be treated like this?
Huo Yuhao's consciousness seemed to have sunk into a bottomless abyss.
Scenes of the bullying, glares, and abuse I suffered from childhood flashed before my eyes.
The cold eyes in the Duke's Mansion, the ruthless beatings from Dai Huabin, the cynicism of the servants...
He thought that after escaping that home and coming to the Shrek Academy, everything would be different.
He practiced hard and put in more effort than anyone else. He thought that as long as he was strong enough, he could win respect.
But what's the result?
The appearance of Dai Huabin brought him back to his original form.
And now, there is another Wu Feng.
Just because his cultivation level is low? Just because he came in through the back door?
Why?!
God, why are you so unfair to me?!
An extreme negative emotion, like a flood that broke a dam, instantly washed away all his sanity.
He wants to kill someone.
He wanted to kill the woman in front of him and all the people who looked down on him.
"Alas..."
At the moment when Huo Yuhao's reason was about to be completely swallowed up by murderous intent, an old, distant sigh, as if it spanned eternity of time and space, quietly sounded in the depths of his spiritual sea.
This sigh seemed to have a strange magic power, instantly soothing the violent resentment in Huo Yuhao's heart.
"Damn it, it's you, the guy who competed with me for territory."
Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's frightened and angry voice sounded in Huo Yuhao's mind.
And the moment Huo Yuhao heard that sigh, the blood-red color in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by a dead gray color without any emotional fluctuations.
"Hate will blind your eyes."
That old voice sounded again, echoing clearly in the sea of spirits, and every word carried a kind of majesty.
The next moment, Huo Yuhao was horrified to find that his body seemed to have lost control.
No, not losing control.
He could clearly feel his limbs, the severe pain in his chest, and the almost dry Soul Power in his body.
However, he can no longer control his body.
He was like a bystander locked in the cab, watching another person get into the driver's seat.
"The use of mental power should be like this."
The old voice had a hint of instruction.
Immediately afterwards, Huo Yuhao felt that his soul power was boiling again in the sea of Qi in his Dantian that had dried up.
That is still his power, and the total amount and intensity of Soul Power have not changed at all.
However, under the control of that mysterious existence, these Soul Power were mobilized and operated extremely efficiently in a way that he had never understood.
His pair of Spirit Eyes, which had turned gray, suddenly lit up. The light was no longer as bright as before, but a deep, restrained gray that seemed to be able to swallow everything.
Soul Shock, start again.
But this time, it was completely different from the desperate violent outburst before.
Huo Yuhao saw that his little mental power was being compressed, purified, and condensed in an incredible way.
What should have been a burst of energy was now condensed into an almost invisible gray thread that was thinner than a hair.
The whole process seemed a bit slow, like a poisonous snake that had been dormant for a long time and slowly spit out its deadly snake message.
The gray spiritual thread quietly spit out in the direction of Wu Feng.
At this moment, when Wu Feng saw Huo Yuhao standing up again, with a strange gray light flashing in her eyes, the anger in her heart had overwhelmed her reason.
"How dare you stand up?! Go to hell."
She ignored the severe pain in the sea of spirit and frantically activated the remaining Soul Power in her body.
She closed her hands in front of her chest, and a crimson fireball the size of a human head, exuding terrifying heat, quickly condensed and took shape in her hands.
"Go!"
She roared and pushed the fireball towards Huo Yuhao with all her strength.
This is her last Soul Power, and it is also her strongest single target attack. She will completely burn Huo Yuhao into ashes.
"Stop!"
Han Ruoruo's face changed drastically under the ring.
She could see that both sides were fighting with real fire. If these two blows were real, one's spiritual sea might be shattered, and the other's soul would be disabled for life.
She was about to take a step forward and stop him.
But the next moment, her footsteps suddenly stopped, and there was even an inexplicable smile on her face.
Because there is someone faster than her.
A white figure, at some point, quietly appeared in the center of the ring, right between Huo Yuhao and Wu Feng.
He has short white hair and his eyes of different colors, gold on the left and green on the right, calmly watch everything in front of him, as if he is just watching a farce.
It is the squad leader Freshman Class One who returned from Extreme North, Yin Chen.
Facing Wu Feng's huge fireball that was enough to melt gold into iron, Yin Chen's expression did not change at all.
He just raised his right hand casually.
A layer of bright, diamond-clear ice crystals instantly covered his entire palm.
Every edge and corner of the ice crystal reflects light. It is breathtakingly beautiful, but it also exudes a chill that penetrates deep into the soul.
He stretched out his hand and gently held the rapidly approaching fireball.
"Chi chi chi -"