Gangzi vs. the Undead Saint Mage Electrolux! [Monthly votes, please!]

Gangzi vs. the Undead Saint Mage Electrolux!

(This chapter compares the teachers as Huo Yuhao reaches the peak of level thirty-nine and searches for teammates among the Holy Spirit Seven Heroes. If you dislike dark content, you can skip it without affecting the next chapter.)

"Huo Yuhao! It's Huo Yuhao! He slaughtered everyone in the middle and lower reaches!"

"Join forces! We can't let him keep killing, or there's only one fate waiting for us: becoming his Corpse Puppets!"

"A thousand Soul Kings have surrounded you, Huo Yuhao! There's nowhere left to run!"

That day, above and below the upper reaches of the Blood Spring, Five-Ring Soul Kings packed every inch, all bearing yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black Soul Rings.

Huo Yuhao stood alone opposite them. His gaze was calm, and there was no panic on his face—only the madness in his blood-red eyes.

"You're all forcing my hand, aren't you? You all want me dead, don't you? Then let's die together!"

Madness spread across Huo Yuhao's face. He swept out a hand, and the next instant, four thousand Soul Elder and Soul Ancestor Undead behind him flew recklessly toward the thousand Soul Kings.

At the rear of the crowd, a young man with two beautiful young-woman puppets in his arms saw this, and his pupils contracted. To a puppet-wielding Evil Soul Master, the sight was all too familiar.

"Corpse servants! Twelve Corpse Slaves! Hold them back! Hold them back for me!"

Gu Quan raised a hand and summoned the Twelve Corpse Slaves. Pain flashed across his face as he hurriedly threw them forward, then ran for the rear like a madman.

"Undead Explosion!"

Not long after he escaped, Huo Yuhao's frenzied voice rang out.

"My teachers! My twelve young women, gathered with such difficulty through my youth, through day and night!"

Hum—BOOM!

A terrifying light engulfed the entire Blood Spring, and in the next instant, it exploded.

Everything within several kilometers became the heart of the blast. The entire Blood Spring was destroyed.

A hazy rain of blood began to fall from the sky. It was all water from the Blood Spring, blown high into the air.

The instant the terrifying Undead Corpse Explosion erupted, a Peak Soul King among the crowd decisively crushed the little cicada in his hand. His fifth Soul Ring, a black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, shattered with a crash, and he fled in Gu Quan's direction.

Of the thousand Soul Kings, only two survived. All the others became mangled remains beneath the Corpse Explosion. More than half of Blood Valley was blown away, and the nine Soul Emperors atop the Blood Spring were reduced to ash on the spot.

"Heh... heh, hahahaha!"

"Dead! Dead! All gone!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"This is the price... of trying to kill me!"

At the center of the Corpse Explosion, Huo Yuhao was covered in wounds. Beneath the blood raining from the sky, he suddenly threw back his head and laughed wildly.

Hum!

Just as Huo Yuhao thought every Evil Soul Master had been dealt with and the Blood Valley Trial was over, a tiny banner suddenly lit up.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black. The aura of a Peak Soul Emperor with two yellow, two purple, and two black Soul Rings flared.

"Bastard!"

"Who destroyed my chance to become a saint?!"

"Huo Yuhao, it was you? Have you fucking lost your mind?!"

"You destroyed all of Blood Valley, blew away the Blood Spring, and slaughtered everyone across its upper, middle, and lower reaches!"

A youth in black robes gripped the Myriad Souls Banner and glared at the badly wounded Huo Yuhao.

"You destroyed my chance to become a saint. Then your soul can enter my Myriad Souls Banner and become its main soul!"

Excitement flashed in Wan Li's eyes. He raised a hand, and countless densely packed souls poured out of the Myriad Souls Banner.

In the next instant, heaven and earth changed, wind and clouds surging. Everywhere the eye could see, souls crowded the sky.

"Sixth Soul Skill: Myriad Souls Devour the Heart!"

"Die!"

The souls blotted out the sky and sun like a vision of the apocalypse. Outside Blood Valley, Youming broke into a cold sweat for Huo Yuhao. If the Heavenly Screen had not revealed that Huo Yuhao would survive, Youming would have forced a rescue.

"Heh, hahahaha!"

Faced with the swarm of attacking souls, Huo Yuhao neither dodged nor retreated. He kept laughing foolishly, and in the next instant, the madness in his eyes grew fiercer still!

An enormous gray Soul Body appeared behind him, blotting out the sky and sun. With a lift of its hand, the souls shattered earlier by the Undead Corpse Explosion throughout Blood Valley instantly took shape. Huo Yuhao seized the souls of a thousand Soul Kings and refined them in an instant.

His Soul Power soared.

[Level thirty-five!]

[Level thirty-eight!]

...

[Peak level thirty-nine!]

"I am at the peak of the Soul Elder realm! Who dares kill me? Who can kill me?!"

At Huo Yuhao's words, Wan Li nearly laughed until he cried.

"A Soul Elder? A mere Soul Elder? Anyone who didn't know better would think you were a Peak Soul Saint!"

"Die!"

Huo Yuhao wiped the smile from his face.

"So I couldn't fool you."

"Fine, fine. You win. He's yours."

Then his tone shifted. The madness in Huo Yuhao's eyes became almost tangible, for a familiar voice had sounded in his mind.

[Seven Monsters' Teachers Comparison begins!]

"Yuhao, thank you for the Soul Origin of those thousand Soul Kings. Without their help, I, your teacher, really would have missed the comparison."

Huo Yuhao's Second Martial Soul transformed in an instant. A God Level aura began to spread with terrifying, crushing force.

Light gradually filled the Second Martial Soul's once-empty eyes.

"Soul-Tethered Dreams, Winds and Clouds Roil!"

"Heh, hahahaha!"

On a distant hilltop, Gu Quan and another cicada-type Evil Soul Master stopped. They exchanged a glance, then hid on the hilltop and watched curiously.

Hearing Huo Yuhao recite poetry instead of dodging a Peak Soul Emperor's strongest attack, the cicada-type Evil Soul Master shuddered from head to toe, a strange gleam entering his eyes.

"Good. Well done, Huo Yuhao!"

Gu Quan had already been won over by Huo Yuhao's feat of controlling thousands of Undead alone and blowing up half of Blood Valley. The fate of those thousand Soul Kings had left his legs weak.

In the next instant, the two witnessed something they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Huo Yuhao, who had been at a disadvantage, now had an enormous gray Soul Ring shining around him. A giant palm formed from Soulforce appeared between heaven and earth.

With a single slap, it scattered the densely packed souls flying from the Myriad Souls Banner across the sky. They turned instantly into the purest Soulforce and poured madly into Huo Yuhao's body.

"How is this possible?!"

"Damn it! Damn it, that Divine Soul must have acted!"

"I can't die! I can't die yet!"

Huo Yuhao's cold, utterly emotionless gaze fell on him.

Without the slightest hesitation, Huo Yuhao raised his right hand once more.

High above, a gray hand broke through the clouds, blotting out the sky and sun.

"No, no! I can't die! I'm the young master of the Hun family! I'm a True Disciple of the Holy Spirit Cult! Grandpa, save me!"

Outside Blood Valley

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black. Nine Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—blazed.

"Lord Death God, please spare my grandson!"

"I'm willing to submit to you!"

The answer he received was Huo Yuhao's scarlet-eyed stare.

"Kill!"

"Kill everyone I don't like!"

"Once you're dead, your soul and your body will submit to me all the same!"

BANG!

Myriad Souls Douluo was slammed deep into the earth, and his soul was seized in an instant.

[Seven Monsters' Teachers Comparison, first match: Gangzi vs. the Undead Saint Mage Electrolux!]

"Heh, hahahaha! With sun and moon in my hands, I pluck stars from the heavens. In all the world, there is no one like me!"

"My good disciple, once I finish the comparison, I'll give you another gift to mark our meeting!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Electrolux was transported into the comparison space, gripping Myriad Souls Douluo's soul.

"'Soul-Tethered Dreams, Winds and Clouds Roil. With sun and moon in my hands, I pluck stars from the heavens'... I'm done for. I can't resist. He's too imposing! I have to join Huo Yuhao's crew!"

"Cold winds blow through the valley of hardship; the Spring and Autumn Cicada cries, and the youth returns. Huo Yuhao, I have come to follow you!"

Watching Fang Yuan fly toward Wan Li's corpse, plainly intending to use his soul as a token of allegiance, Gu Quan immediately grew anxious.

Huo Yuhao was the Child of Destiny, a future god. Following him would surely bring plenty of benefits—but how could Gu Quan join him?

Recalling the poem Fang Yuan had just recited, Gu Quan had an idea.

"I'll set young girls' hearts at ease and give young women purpose!"

"I'll pass on lost arts to wives and bring peace to widows!"

"Huo Yuhao, I've come to follow you! From now on, leave all your puppets to me!"