He Caitou's hand quietly clenched at his side. Deep in his eyes, absolute calm and restraint churned.
He knew better than anyone that the reports spread during the Continental Tournament were no empty words. Huo Yuhao's strength went far beyond what his three rings and Soul Elder rank suggested. That he could crush a Soul King in single combat and stand against a Soul Emperor head-on was no groundless rumor!
The faint pressure spilling from the boy carried the heavy weight of Baleful Qi refined over time. It stirred an almost instinctive sense of danger in He Caitou. This was no illusion. The person before him truly had the strength to kill him with a casual blow!
He suppressed the murderous intent surging inside him and kept telling himself to stay calm.
Staying alive was the foundation of everything. He wanted to see the Sun Moon Empire's glory collapse with his own eyes. He wanted justice for his mentor Fan Yu and for Zhou Yi. Even if he had to play a timid fool in public, even if he had to lie low and endure, he would wait for the perfect moment to strike with the force of Thunder!
Even if they died together in the end, he would not hesitate. Their kindness weighed on him like a mountain; he would repay it with his life. That resolve was carved into his heart.
Beside him, Ye Xiaosheng noticed nothing amiss. When He Caitou failed to join in, open contempt crossed his face. "Junior He, you're far too timid," he said with a sneer.
In his eyes, Huo Yuhao was merely a freshman who had studied soul tools for one year and milked an empty tournament reputation for attention.
Ye Xiaosheng had spent years painstakingly building his knowledge of soul tools