Dragon God Heart Formula

He had never hated Tang San.

Even though a great deal of what he had gone through had been Tang San's scheme, he had been the one to make the final choices.

But Tang San should never have allowed the Far North to become the stronghold of Evil Soul Masters after Tang Hao and Ah Yin became Douluo Star's plane consciousness and life core.

His ascension to godhood had been deeply tied to the Far North. He could pretend not to notice Snow Woman and Liya's feelings for him, but he could no longer ignore their worries for the Far North and the soul beasts' circumstances, nor the grief the other soul spirits felt over the soul beasts' plight.

His ascension had taken away far too much of the fortune that had originally belonged to Douluo Continent and the soul beasts. Worse still, he had left behind the festering tumor known as the Spirit Pagoda.

But he was only a first-class god. He was no match for Tang San, who possessed both the Sea God and Asura God divine positions.

Not to mention that Douluo Continent had been sealed off by Tang San, leaving him completely unable to access the power of faith.

Surpassing Tang San, much less the other God Kings, was simply impossible.

This spatial turbulence was his only chance.

A scarlet color seeped through his fingers and trickled down his cheeks.

This was the only time Huo Yuhao allowed himself to be weak.

No matter how difficult or lonely the road ahead might be, he would walk it with unwavering resolve.

After composing himself, casting aside every distracting thought, and emptying his mind, Huo Yuhao prepared to begin cultivating anew. But just then!

A force surged from his heart, driving the blood and qi within his body, his killing intent, and his faint soul power into rapid circulation with a rough, primal, domineering force!

At the same time, a bloodline-tempering method called the Dragon God Heart Formula appeared within Huo Yuhao's mind. The technique had thirteen levels in total, leading directly to first-class godhood. Moreover, due to its enhancement of the physical body, it could even unleash the combat power of a God King.

Huo Yuhao opened his eyes in shock. Although Qiu'er had sacrificed herself to him and he could use the Golden Dragon Spear, the Golden Dragon bloodline he had obtained was not abundant.

The fact that his martial soul showed no signs of dragonification at all was proof enough.

Yet as this technique began operating on its own, the bloodline within his body actually showed signs of reviving and growing stronger!

Just then, the Ghost Sculpture slowly floated before Huo Yuhao. Its blade trembled lightly, flashing with a faint blue radiance and brimming with excitement.

"You know?" Huo Yuhao asked, somewhat stunned.

The Ghost Sculpture indeed bobbed up and down in response, indicating that Huo Yuhao was right, then slowly settled into his palm.

He knew the Ghost Sculpture possessed a spirit. Not only it—even the other seven kitchen knives belonging to his teacher, Rong Nianbing, possessed artifact spirits.

It was merely that artifact spirits varied in intelligence and personality. The Ghost Sculpture would only express slight displeasure when he used it for extended periods to process things that were not ingredients.

Normally, it behaved just like an ordinary kitchen knife. Anyone unfamiliar with it would never realize it was actually a super divine artifact.

It rarely displayed its emotions so openly.

What was going on? The unexpected situations he had encountered all seemed to be connected to his teacher, Rong Nianbing.

The God of Time was his teacher's friend, and this dragon clan cultivation technique was also related to his teacher.

If this were his teacher's scheme, Huo Yuhao did not believe it. His teacher's care for him and his desire to leave the God Realm had absolutely been genuine! Moreover, Huo Yuhao was certain that his teacher had never mentioned anything related to dragons or the Dragon God in front of him.

Yet the Ghost Sculpture knew about it and was acting so excitedly. Could something have happened to his teacher without even his teacher realizing it?

There were many things he could not understand, but Huo Yuhao had no intention of refusing to cultivate the Dragon God Heart Formula. The fact that it could strengthen his Golden Dragon bloodline alone meant he had to continue cultivating it. Only with a stronger body could he go farther on the path of cultivation.

He wanted to grow stronger—stronger than everyone else!

Having settled the most crucial matter, Huo Yuhao immersed himself in the deepest state of cultivation.

As he fully operated the Dragon God Heart Formula and truly began cultivating, Huo Yuhao discovered the domineering nature of this technique.

Its devouring property was exceptionally powerful!

It accepted every kind of energy in the air without discrimination, regardless of attribute or quality!

Even the invisible killing intent and sinister energy were refined and absorbed one by one, becoming his own power...

Cultivation made time pass quickly, until the door was violently broken open.

A brawny man with knotted muscles strode in. Only then did Huo Yuhao open his eyes. Clearly, the original owner of this house had returned.

Before coming back, the man had heard that his house had been occupied by a ruthless newcomer. He just had not expected it to be a child? A youth?

But what kind of place was this? Killing City, the filthiest gathering place on Douluo Continent. How could there possibly be a real child here?

A curved blade appeared in his hand. He attacked with lightning speed and without the slightest hesitation. Huo Yuhao reacted just as swiftly, throwing the Ghost Sculpture directly out. In an instant, it severed the curved blade in the man's hand.

The man immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed limply to the floor.

Seeing this, Huo Yuhao pulled out the belt he had worn earlier.

He bound the man's arms behind his back and tossed him onto the ground. Watching the man twist and struggle futilely, a faint smile curled at the corner of his lips.

Brother Tianmeng had made this belt in the God Realm. One day, on a whim, he had spun out a huge amount of silk, then fused it with a pile of materials from the God Realm to refine it. The fact that it had endured the spatial turbulence for so long while remaining basically intact showed just how precious and durable its materials were.

The smile on his face did not fade. The Ghost Sculpture swept past the man's eyes, and under his terrified gaze, its icy blade made a tiny cut in his thigh. Blood immediately began streaming down his pant leg.

He had spent time in the military and infiltrated the Holy Spirit Cult, so he naturally knew some interrogation methods. Besides, he had once been the God of Emotions. He possessed the keenest instinct for intensifying a person's fear of death.

Seeing the smile on Huo Yuhao's face and feeling his pant leg gradually growing wet, the man's terror was infinitely magnified. Unable to endure it, he began to wail.

"Shut up! I ask, you answer." Huo Yuhao's tone was indifferent. The icy blade passed across the man's neck, and his voice held not the slightest warmth.

The man immediately shut his mouth and nodded desperately. He had only just survived the Hell Slaughter Arena. He could not die so easily at the hands of some little brat!

"Where is this?"

"Huh?! Killing City." The man had not expected this little demon to go through so much trouble capturing him just to ask a question everyone knew, but he did not dare refuse to answer. There were only lunatics in Killing City. Perhaps if he did not answer, the boy would use that as an excuse to slaughter him.

"How do I get out of here?" Huo Yuhao's eyes were deep and unfathomable as he stared unblinkingly into the man's eyes. The man's first reaction to the previous question had been surprise, and only afterward had he answered.

It seemed that everyone knew this was Killing City—or rather, everyone who came here knew where they were.

When he asked the second question, the surprise in the man's eyes grew even stronger.

The man was still bewildered when he saw the little demon raise that strange knife, so he immediately answered as fast as he could.

"Win a hundred consecutive matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena, and you can leave."