A biting killing intent suddenly surged through Huo Yuhao's entire body and burst forth.
Without the slightest probing move, the dark-red Blood War Scythe spun through his palm in a cold arc.
Righteousness, Unjust!
The scythe blade tore through the damp night air with a sharp howl of wind and thunder. A fiery red horizontal slash swept straight toward the darkness behind him.
Squelch—
The keen edge sliced through bone, flesh, and sinew without resistance.
The Evil Soul Master who had been hiding in the shadows, waiting to ambush him, could not even finish a scream. The scythe cut him cleanly in two across the waist.
Both halves slammed onto the cold, damp flagstones. Blackened blood seeped along the cracks, and a pungent stench of gore filled the narrow passage.
Huo Yuhao turned his wrist and brought the Blood War Scythe steadily back to his side. The faint red glow flowing along it dimmed.
He swept an indifferent gaze over the still-warm corpse, then turned to Nana, who stood frozen beside him.
"Lead the way."
Just two words, spoken in an even voice.
Nana went rigid. Her pupils widened slightly as she stared at the body split in two at her feet, a towering wave rising in her heart.
She had long known that Huo Yuhao far surpassed Soul Masters his age. At the continent-wide Soul Fighting Tournament, he had shown that he could contend with a Soul Emperor despite the gap in rank.
But the man who had just fallen was a genuine Soul Emperor-level Evil Soul Master!
A Soul Emperor-level Evil Soul Master had died before he could even fully make his move.
Nana's lips parted slightly. She could scarcely believe it.
If Huo Yuhao could have seen what she was thinking, he might have shaken his head