Looking at Grudge Nether Douluo before him, whose face was fervent as he kept muttering about the Holy Deity descending into the world, Huo Yuhao was momentarily speechless.
This man had gone mad with fanaticism.
He had merely revealed his Martial Soul for a moment, and the other man had already assigned him the identity of a holy son.
If he let this guy imagine things for a little longer, he would probably stuff the position of the next cult leader right into Huo Yuhao's hands.
But jokes aside, Huo Yuhao's vigilance did not lessen.
He was currently using his second Martial Soul, Titan Divine Blood. His Spirit Eyes Brain had been withdrawn, and none of his first Martial Soul's soul skills could be used.
Spirit Detection, Space Control, Mental Telekinesis—all of them were gone.
Facing a level ninety-two Titled Douluo felt somewhat unfamiliar without them.
Fortunately, Titan Divine Blood possessed four Soul Rings and eight soul skills.
The problem was that this was still Huo Yuhao's first time using this Martial Soul in its entirety.
He was not particularly familiar with these soul skills either.
When he had fused the Fierce Beast Soul Rings, Huo Yuhao had extracted all the truly valuable bloodlines, attributes, and Divine Essence, then integrated them into Titan Divine Blood.
The remaining powers that could not be merged into his Martial Soul had formed Soul Rings and soul skills instead.
As a result, his eight soul skills were all rather unusual in one way or another.
Whether they were actually useful would have to be tested on someone.
At that thought, Huo Yuhao's gaze toward Grudge Nether Douluo gradually turned serious.
A ready-made Titled Douluo sparring partner.
A little dangerous, perhaps, but the quality was absolutely guaranteed.
The second blood-red Soul Ring beneath Huo Yuhao's