The Body Descends! A Reckoning! Will the Heavenly Bow Cast Its Gaze Down?

Cheers from the arena nearly lifted the roof off Star Luo Plaza. The spectators were still reeling from the sight of Huo Xiaohei toying with his opponents and crushing the entire field with ease.

Never before had they seen someone treat a Soul Fighting tournament like a stage for his own amusement. He had remained in complete control throughout, dismantling an entire strong team between playful taunts. It had opened their eyes.

The referee raised his flag and announced, "Shrek Academy wins this match!"

As the black mist slowly drew inward, Huo Xiaohei sauntered over to Huo Yuhao. His ruby eyes curved with delight, and he leaned close with a cheeky grin to claim his praise. "Well, Huo Baibai? Wasn't my performance spectacular? The whole crowd was spellbound."

Huo Yuhao pinched the Night Raven mask at his waist, his expression flat. He offered not a shred of praise. "Not really. Embarrassing."

Huo Xiaohei's face fell at once. He huffed indignantly. "Hmph! You don't understand the fun of Elation at all! I can't be bothered arguing. I'm going back into the mask for a long nap. Don't call me out to work whenever you feel like it!"

Dense black mist swallowed the young man's figure, then vanished in an instant. Only the crow-shaped half-mask lay quietly where he had stood.

The moment Huo Yuhao bent to pick it up, a flood of vivid battle memories surged into his mind, lively and even tinged with infuriating mischief. Every taunt on the stage, every moment Huo Xiaohei had deliberately toyed with his opponents, rose before him in perfect clarity.

Huo Yuhao's face went rigid. Inside, he was dying of embarrassment.

Soul Masters from across the continent, powerful figures from every faction, and several Titled Douluo had all witnessed Huo Xiaohei's outrageous antics. His