Asura Inheritance

A searing sensation began in his lower dantian and gradually spread through his entire body. His meridians and blood vessels were scalded red, his muscles burst apart, and his wounds were deep enough to expose bone. He had almost bled dry.

Aside from his chest and head, Huo Yuhao's entire body had nearly become a heap of charred flesh.

Yet even so, he still did not die!

Huo Yuhao desperately circulated the Dragon God Heart Formula, activating the Golden Dragon bloodline within him. While repairing his injuries, he did everything he could to control this power.

But his Golden Dragon bloodline was ultimately too thin, and the Dragon God Heart Formula had remained stuck at the first level because of Killing City's domain rule that prevented the addition of new soul rings.

Very soon, it could no longer keep up with the destructive speed of the Asura divine power.

Er Bai watched with growing anxiety.

But this was not something he could solve. All he could do was wait anxiously.

"No! I have to live! Everyone is still waiting for me!" Huo Yuhao could no longer feel the pain in his body. His consciousness was about to reach its limit, and just as he was preparing to turn himself into an undead creature as a last resort—

His chest began to glow, and a familiar voice rang out in Huo Yuhao's mind.

"Damn it! That fucking Asura God! Two are crowded enough already, and now another one's coming!"

"Kid, hold on! I've pinned all my hopes on you, so don't you dare die!"

"Teacher?!" The familiar voice immediately gave Huo Yuhao a desperately needed boost. It was indeed his teacher, Rong Nianbing—but why were his temperament and tone so different from usual?

"I'm not your teacher. I'm your teacher's good brother. My name is Oscar, and you can call me Uncle Kaka. We'll explain later. Hand your body over to me for now." The moment his words fell, Huo Yuhao felt his soul being squeezed aside. His body flipped straight out of Er Bai's palm and plunged into the lake below, where Bloody Mary had gathered.

"Damn, you really are cut from the same cloth. That reckless, death-defying attitude is exactly like your teacher's. Something as important as the divine soul, and you just cut it off without a second thought." Oscar spoke irritably.

Then Huo Yuhao felt a pure aura of light element flow out from his chest and enter his sea of spirit, forcibly stabilizing it. Very quickly, the turbulence in his sea of spirit was temporarily soothed.

Next, illusory gray scales gradually spread from his chest, instantly enveloping his entire body.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures, kid. You can deal with the poison yourself afterward."

Huo Yuhao nodded inwardly. Having spent two years in Killing City, he naturally knew that Bloody Mary was poisonous. Then he heard a series of dragon-like low growls emerge from his own mouth.

The Dragon God Heart Formula within his body began to circulate, several times faster than when he cultivated at full force, and its devouring power became even more pronounced!

The Bloody Mary in the lake immediately burrowed into his body from every direction.

It offset the injuries caused by the Asura divine power.

With the replenishment of this blood and vitality energy, the destruction and restorative power of the Asura divine power finally reached a temporary balance.

But Huo Yuhao's condition did not improve.

The toxins in the Bloody Mary were not expelled along with the waste blood. Instead, they accumulated in his body. His skin turned pale, and his lips became black, clearly showing signs of poisoning.

"Damn it! Couldn't you seal yourself for once? You're already cramming in here with us, so can you stop putting on airs as a God King?" Oscar cursed loudly.

At once, the Asura divine power in Huo Yuhao's body seemed to freeze. Then it surged violently. He spat out a mouthful of black blood, and as though it had vented its last bit of temper, the Asura Demon Sword actually began to restrain its power on its own.

No one knew how much time passed.

Blood-red patterns resembling molten lava gradually crept across Huo Yuhao's body. At the same time, the gray scales covering him slowly faded away, finally vanishing completely into his chest.

"Kid, live well. Don't you dare die. This time, I really need to get some proper rest." As the familiar voice faded, Huo Yuhao felt control of his body return to his hands once more.

Huo Yuhao pressed his right hand to his chest. He could sense that the soul which had spoken to him and helped him through the crisis was now sleeping there, radiating a distinct sense of weakness.

"Grandpa, how are you feeling? What happened just now?" Only then did Er Bai dare to speak. His bear face was full of worry.

Huo Yuhao looked up at the heavily wounded Er Bai and affectionately rubbed his stiff white fur. His fingers passed over the wounds on Er Bai's left arm and waist, and the blood-red tattoo on his bare upper body glimmered faintly as wisps of blood-red energy were absorbed by him.

"Huh?" Er Bai let out a surprised sound.

He was a zombie and could not feel pain, but he could sense that as long as that energy remained, he would be unable to recover even after returning to the undead demi-plane. His cultivation might even fall because of it.

"The Asura Demon Sword has now become my second martial soul." Huo Yuhao turned his right hand, and a blood-red longsword appeared in it. However, it was somewhat different from when it had been in Tang Chen's hands. Compared to before, the patterns on the blade were much simpler, and the golden markings had faded.

Huo Yuhao guessed that for the Asura Demon Sword to recover its power, his strength would have to reach a certain level first.

"A second martial soul! Then once we bring Brother Tianmeng back, Grandpa, won't you have four martial souls?" Er Bai said excitedly.

Four martial souls—then Grandpa would definitely be even stronger than before in the future!

His grandpa was the strongest. He could always create miracles.

"We'll talk about that later. I'll send you back to the undead demi-plane first. Once I go to the Far North, I'll let you meet Xue'er." As he spoke, Huo Yuhao dismissed the Asura Demon Sword in his hand and opened the Undead Gate once more.

Hearing Huo Yuhao say that, the soul fire in Er Bai's bear eyes grew even brighter. Hehe, Grandpa had called Mother "Xue'er." He had never done that before. This was twenty thousand years ago—there was no Sea God, no Butterfly God. This time, Mother might truly get what she wished for!

Perhaps one day, he would be able to call him Dad instead!

He could not help but feel secretly delighted, and the corners of his mouth split apart. No, he could not laugh. Grandpa was thin-skinned.

Looking at Er Bai's increasingly ferocious bear face, Huo Yuhao covered his face and waved his hand, directly letting the Undead Gate swallow Er Bai.

After doing that, Huo Yuhao spat out another mouthful of black blood. He immediately sat down where he was and began to meditate.

Clearly, his condition was nowhere near as effortless as he had made it seem before Er Bai.

This time, the expenditure had been far too great. His still snow-white hair made it clear that although his physical body had temporarily recovered, the life force he had lost had not been replenished, let alone the injuries to his divine soul.

Fortunately, his foundation was strong. Otherwise, with that life-draining style of fighting, an ordinary soul master would have died long ago.