Huo Yuhao Has a Trump Card-Doesn't Ye Fan?

Now that things had come to this, Ye Fan no longer wanted to say anything more to Huo Yuhao.

All he could say was that he had been too kindhearted that day.

Today, he would see just how capable Huo Yuhao, this chosen one blessed by Douluo's fate, really was.

Behind Ye Fan, the black wings of the Death Angel Martial Soul beat with a thunderous roar.

Endless dark energy spread across the entire arena.

The Soul Power surrounding the two peerless geniuses clashed violently in midair.

After just one exchange,

Huo Yuhao nearly lost his footing.

"How could this be? How is his Soul Power so much higher than mine?"

"I am Lord Asura God's inheritor!"

"I will not lose!"

Huo Yuhao was far weaker than Ye Fan in terms of presence.

He thought to himself, Ye Fan, then let's settle this with our soul skills!

Huo Yuhao shouted, "Fourth Soul Skill: Heaven-Burning!"

Ye Fan became wary of Huo Yuhao.

He knew Huo Yuhao's first three soul skills.

But he knew nothing about his fourth and fifth soul skills.

Yet when Ye Fan sensed the nature of Huo Yuhao's fourth soul skill,

it was already too late. Countless black flames wrapped around Ye Fan.

Ye Fan tried to beat his wings and evade them, but it was useless.

"Ye Fan, it's no use. My fourth soul skill contains Ultimate Fire, capable of burning everything in the world to ashes."

"And it's a lock-on skill. No matter how fast you are,"

"it will still be futile!"

Seeing Ye Fan struck by his soul skill, Huo Yuhao smugly explained it to him.

It seemed as though everything had gone according to his plan.

After hearing Huo Yuhao's explanation, Meng Hongchen's brows furrowed with worry.

"Xiaofan!"

"Ye Fan will be fine!"

Jing