Top 1 of the Ten Strongest in Unrivaled Tang Sect: Huo Yuhao-the God of Emotions!

Wang Dong stood with her hands on her hips, chin raised high, her eyes reddening as she held back tears.

The roommate she had eaten and lived with for days was a girl? And the daughter of a deity?

He lowered his head and looked at his own hands. In his panic just now, he had grabbed her shoulders, and his fingertips still retained a faint trace of softness and warmth.

[You... don't get so worked up yet.] Huo Yuhao swallowed hard and gestured frantically. [I didn't mean anything by it. I just... this is way too shocking.]

Wang Dong bit her lower lip and turned her head away from him. Two tears swirled in her eyes, but stubbornly refused to fall.

[Shocking? Do I look that scary to you?!]

The Sky Screen did not give them time to continue arguing.

The pink-blue radiance began to contract. Tang Wutong's phantom transformed into countless feathers of light and gradually vanished among the clouds.

[Ten Strongest in Unrivaled Tang Sect, Top 2, Tang Wutong. Profile complete.]

The grand narrator's voice resounded through two eras.

On the training ground ten thousand years ago.

Tang San took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the upward curve of his lips as he straightened his robes.

A Second-level Deity.

She was undoubtedly of Tang blood.

He turned to Flender beside him, his tone calm and composed with an elder's poise. [Dean, it seems that even ten thousand years later, the world still belongs to Shrek.]

Flender did not respond, merely looking at Yu Xiaogang in the distance with a complicated expression.

Yu Xiaogang sat collapsed on the ground, both hands clutching his hair tightly enough to scratch bloody marks into his scalp. He muttered incoherently.

[Three martial souls... impossible... my theory...]

Ma Hongjun rolled his eyes and shifted two steps away, curling his lip in disdain. [Master, the Sky Screen has finished showing it already. Are you still fooling yourself? She not only has three martial souls, she became a god too.]

Yu Xiaogang raised his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins, like a gambler who had lost everything.

[That is a mutation! An exceedingly rare mutation! It cannot prove that my theory is wrong!]

He pointed at the sky, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows. [Twin Martial Souls are already the limit! Triple Martial Souls utterly defy common sense! This is a special case! It cannot be included in conventional theory!]

Oscar sighed and patted Ma Hongjun on the shoulder, signaling him not to provoke the madman any further.

Ten thousand years later, Sea God Pavilion.

Xuan Zi took a bite from the chicken leg in his hand, chewed up even the bone, and swallowed it. He casually wiped his greasy hand against his clothes.

[Old Mu, since this little girl is in the freshmen dorms, shouldn't we protect her in secret?]

Mu En reclined in his wicker chair, his shriveled fingers lightly tapping the wooden armrest with a rhythmic patter.

[Daughter of the Sea God. That identity carries too much weight.] The old man spoke slowly, his voice bearing the weariness of years. [Let nature take its course. Since she is here to temper herself, too much interference would only be inappropriate.]

Yan Shaozhe wiped the sweat from his forehead and stepped forward.

[Teacher, second place is already a Second-level Deity. Then this first place...]

Sea God Pavilion fell silent.

Everyone was considering the same question.

Second place was the Sea God's daughter, a Level Ninety-Six Super Douluo, possessed Triple Martial Souls, and was a Second-level Deity.

Such an unbelievable combination could only rank second.

What kind of monster could first place possibly be?

The golden feathers of light on the Sky Screen did not disperse. Instead, they began gathering frantically.

The blinding radiance was like a blazing sun hanging high above Douluo Continent.

A tremendous roar drowned out everyone's heartbeats.

[Ten Strongest in Unrivaled Tang Sect, Top 1]

Several enormous characters crashed onto the Sky Screen.

Ten thousand years ago.

Dai Mubai clenched his fists so tightly that even his breathing slowed.

[It's first place. Who exactly is this strongest person?]

Tang San stood with his hands behind his back, ambition he could not suppress concealed within his gaze.

Could it be himself?

No, the Sky Screen was profiling the era of Unrivaled Tang Sect—the people of ten thousand years later.

Since there were still members of the Tang family ten thousand years later, could this first place also be Tang San's descendant?

If first place was also a member of the Tang family, then no one would be able to shake his future position in the God Realm.

[Huo Yuhao]

Shrek Academy, freshmen dormitory.

Wang Dong had just wiped away her tears and was preparing to throw Huo Yuhao out.

The moment she looked up, her entire body froze.

Huo Yuhao?

She rubbed her eyes, thinking she had seen wrong.

The three characters on the Sky Screen were clear, every stroke distinct.

Huo Yuhao.

Wang Dong slowly turned her head and looked at the roommate leaning against the wardrobe door.

A fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy wearing a school uniform washed nearly white. His features were clean, but he was far from stunning.

His martial soul was Spirit Eyes, which did not even possess offensive power, and his Soul Power was only Level Eleven.

Every day, aside from cultivating, he sold grilled fish at the school gate.

Him?

Top 1 of the Ten Strongest in Unrivaled Tang Sect?

Wang Dong raised a finger and pointed at Huo Yuhao, her fingertip trembling as though electrified.

[You... you...]

Huo Yuhao himself was dumbfounded.

He followed Wang Dong's finger and looked at the Sky Screen, his mind completely blank.

Same name and surname?

Impossible. How could the Sky Screen get its profile wrong?

But he was only Level Eleven!

He did not even have a hundred-year soul ring, only a ten-year Wind Baboon soul ring.

He recalled the days when he had been treated like a servant in the White Tiger Duke's Residence, his mother's miserable death from illness in the woodshed, and the despair he had felt when he entered the Star Dou Great Forest alone.

What gave him the right to be first place?

Inside Sea God Pavilion.

Yan Shaozhe's eyes widened. He stepped forward and knocked over a small tea table beside him, spilling tea all over the floor.

[Huo Yuhao? Why does that name sound so familiar?]

Xuan Zi froze for a moment, and the half-eaten chicken leg in his hand fell to the floor and rolled twice.

[Isn't that the freshman from Zhou Yi's class? The one whose martial soul is an eye and whose Soul Power is only in the teens?]

A sharp gleam flashed through Mu En's clouded eyes.

He sat upright, and the wicker chair let out an overburdened creak.

[In the teens? First place?]

The entire Sea God Pavilion became deathly quiet.

A group of Titled Douluo in their nineties looked at one another, unable to say a word.

On the training ground ten thousand years ago.

The smile on Tang San's face froze.

Huo Yuhao?

His surname was not Tang?

His mind raced.

Was he a relative by marriage? Or perhaps a member of the Tang family who had changed his surname?

Impossible. If he was an unrivaled genius worthy of first place, how could he possibly not bear the Tang surname?

Tang San's heart sank.

An outsider who did not even share his surname had actually surpassed his daughter and claimed first place.

That was an enormous variable in his future plans to control the God Realm.

He turned his head and glanced at Xiao Wu, his tone turning cold.

[Since he can rank above Wutong, he must have some disgraceful tricks.]

Xiao Wu held his arm, somewhat puzzled. [Brother, the Sky Screen's rankings have always been fair. If he can rank first, he must have something extraordinary about him.]

Tang San tugged at the corner of his mouth but said nothing.

Something extraordinary?

As long as he was not one of the Tang family, the more extraordinary he was, the greater a threat he posed.

More words continued appearing on the Sky Screen.

[Cultivation: Mortal Level Ninety-Ninth Ultimate Douluo]

[Profession: Level Ten Soul Engineer]

[Ending: Inherited the First-Level Godhood of the God of Emotions]

[A Ninety-Ninth-Level Ultimate Douluo?! This kid reached the maximum level while still mortal?]

Ma Hongjun grabbed his hair, his face filled with confusion.

[Wait, what is this Level Ten Soul Engineer thing? Is there even such a profession on our continent?]

Oscar shook his head. [I've never even heard of it. Could it be a new cultivation system that emerged ten thousand years later?]

Tang San stared fixedly at the final line. A First-Level God!

His daughter, that Triple Martial Souls genius, was only a Second-level Deity.

Yet this Huo Yuhao was a First-Level God!

In the God Realm, a First-Level God's status was second only to that of a God King.

Just what was this kid's background?

What gave him the right to climb so high?!

Tang San ground his back teeth together, intense killing intent rising in his heart.

If this person could not be used by him, then he had to be eliminated in advance.

Since his daughter was also at Shrek Academy, once the profile was over, he had to find a way to transmit a divine decree across time and space, telling Wutong to approach this Huo Yuhao.

Either recruit him or destroy him.

Ten thousand years later, Sun Moon Empire, Mingde Hall.

The teacup in Jing Hongchen's hand fell to the ground with a crack, shattering into pieces.

He paid no attention to the tea splashing onto his trouser leg. He lunged toward the window and stared fixedly at the Sky Screen.

[A Level Ten Soul Engineer?]

Jing Hongchen's voice trembled, his plump face filled with fervor.

[Level Nine is already humanity's limit. How could anyone possibly break through to Level Ten?! Who is this Huo Yuhao? Send people to investigate immediately! Even if you have to turn over the entire continent, find him for me!]

He turned around and roared at his subordinates. [If he cannot join the Sun Moon Empire, kill him outright! We absolutely cannot let Shrek obtain such a monster!]

Shrek Academy, dormitory.

Wang Dong looked at the words on the Sky Screen, then looked at Huo Yuhao.

A Ninety-Ninth-Level Ultimate Douluo.

A Level Ten Soul Engineer.

A First-Level God.

She remembered that just last night, this guy had been desperately meditating to break through Level Twelve.

She remembered how he got up early every day to rush to the cafeteria for the cheapest steamed buns.

She remembered how he had run until he vomited on the training ground, unable to defeat even a Soul Elder.

Wang Dong took a deep breath and walked over to Huo Yuhao.

[Be honest with me.] Wang Dong lowered her voice and leaned close to him. [Have you been hiding your strength? You're actually some old monster who has regained his youth, aren't you?]

Huo Yuhao gave a bitter smile and spread his hands, looking utterly innocent.

[If I were an old monster, would I still need to sell grilled fish every day to earn tuition?]

The Sky Screen rumbled again.

The dark image was torn apart, revealing a pure white spiritual space before everyone.

At the center of the image stood an eleven- or twelve-year-old boy.

It was Huo Yuhao just after leaving the White Tiger Duke's Residence and entering the Star Dou Great Forest alone.

Before the boy lay a massive Ice Silkworm, so enormous it was beyond description.

The Ice Silkworm was snow-white from head to tail, with ten dazzling golden markings encircling its body.

[I'm a Million-Year Soul Beast! The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm!]

The Ice Silkworm's arrogant voice rang from the Sky Screen, shaking everyone's eardrums painfully.

[Kid, you're in luck. I'm going to become your first soul ring!]

In the image, the ten golden markings lit up and transformed into a pure white soul ring. Carrying pressure capable of destroying heaven and earth, it crashed violently into the boy's body.

On the training ground ten thousand years ago.

Yu Xiaogang had only just managed to stand up when he saw this scene. His legs gave way, and he dropped to his knees again.

He stared fixedly at that pure white soul ring, his eyes nearly popping out.

[First soul ring... a million years?]

A strange clucking sound came from Yu Xiaogang's throat.

The limit for the first soul ring in the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, which he had spent half his life researching, was 423 years.

And now, the Sky Screen was telling him that someone had absorbed a Million-Year Soul Beast as their first soul ring?

This was no longer just a slap in the face. It was trampling his theory into the ground, then spitting on it for good measure.

[Pfft—]

Overcome with rage, Yu Xiaogang spat out a mouthful of blood and fell straight backward.

The Star Dou Great Forest, ten thousand years later.

Di Tian shot out from the bottom of the lake, sending towering columns of water into the sky. His golden vertical pupils shrank to slits.

He stared fixedly at the arrogant ice silkworm on the Sky Screen, a world-shaking roar rumbling from his throat.

[Tian Meng! You're actually alive!]

The enormous phantom of a black dragon circled above the Star Dou Great Forest. Its terrifying pressure forced every soul beast within a hundred li to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.