Huo Yuhao's second Soul Skill was called Sacred Sword.
This was a Soul Skill that would always appear with the six-winged angel martial soul, because its wielders fought by slaying their enemies through exquisite swordsmanship.
The skill was guaranteed to appear; only the timing differed.
Holding the golden holy sword condensed from Soul Power, Huo Yuhao found it rather intriguing.
Although it was a sword of energy, it felt incredibly real to the touch, as though it actually existed.
Its weight and feel were both almost identical to those of a real sword.
If Huo Yuhao remembered correctly, his younger sister Qian Renxue had only obtained this powerful Soul Skill as her fifth Soul Skill.
Yet he had actually obtained it with his second soul ring.
Even Qian Daoliu was somewhat astonished!
After all, even he had only acquired his Angel Holy Sword with his fourth soul ring, while his grandson had obtained this skill with his second soul ring.
Could this only be called destiny?
Perhaps my own grandson truly is the one chosen by the Angel God.
Three years later, at the Elder Hall.
Inside the Saint Son Hall, Huo Yuhao fought three hundred rounds against his teacher, Golden Crocodile Douluo, before finally falling defeated, gasping for breath.
It was clear that he had exhausted every trick in his arsenal, yet Golden Crocodile Douluo had not even released his martial soul.
That was the gulf between them.
But Golden Crocodile Douluo's face was full of admiration. He was extremely pleased with Huo Yuhao's performance.
Over those three years, with countless resources piled into his cultivation, Huo Yuhao had already broken through to the Soul Ancestor level.
His current soul ring configuration was yellow, yellow, purple.
Soon, he would absorb his fourth soul ring. However, he was not about to act rashly, because he had his sights set on a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
Tang San could absorb a ten-thousand-year ring as his fourth soul ring. There was no reason he could not do the same.
So he planned to visit a certain place before obtaining his fourth soul ring. Before that, however, there was a spectacle he had to go watch.
And snatch a few things while he was at it.
"Teacher, let's stop here for today's training. I still have something to take care of."
At his words, a sharp gleam flashed through Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes. He quickly replied, "All right, little Han, go take care of your business. I was just about to have a drink with your grandfather."
Since Qian Renhan had something of his own to do, he would let him do it. As long as he did not tear down Spirit Hall, he could do whatever he wanted.
Young people did not want old fellows like them interfering in their affairs, so he would not meddle too much. After all, sooner or later, this place would belong to the brother and sister, and he would eventually become their subordinate as well.
Though Golden Crocodile Douluo was immensely powerful, strength alone was certainly not what had made him Spirit Hall's Second Worship.
Once his teacher had left, excitement appeared on Huo Yuhao's face.
He was nine this year, and Qian Renxue was nine as well.
The siblings were a full nine years older than Tang San. That meant Tang San would be born this year, which also meant Qian Xunji's death was not far off.
Spirit Hall had been making major moves lately, and even the Elder Hall had heard about them.
According to a report from his scouts that morning, his father, Qian Xunji, had taken the two Titled Douluo, Yue Guan and Gui Mei, along with a party of dozens of Soul Saints and Soul Douluo, to hunt a hundred-thousand-year soul beast.
Everyone knew perfectly well what they were going to kill.
His grandfather, Qian Daoliu, knew about this too. However, first of all, Qian Daoliu had no shortage of soul bones, and no one in the Elder Hall needed to absorb a hundred-thousand-year ninth soul ring.
Second, and most importantly, Qian Daoliu would not stoop to attacking a pregnant woman over a hundred-thousand-year soul bone.
Thus, Qian Daoliu's stance on the matter was to stay completely out of it!
He simply left Qian Xunji to go on his own.
No matter what happened, he would not interfere.
But while Qian Daoliu had no interest in it, Huo Yuhao certainly did.
He could not use someone else's hands to kill Tang Hao and Tang San, but surely there was nothing wrong with using his own forces to carry out a robbery!
He had his eye on the soul bone of the hundred-thousand-year blue silver emperor in Tang Hao's possession.
In the original story, Tang Hao had placed this soul bone in the secluded valley where Tang San cultivated, but the original story never gave a specific answer as to exactly where that place was.
In other words, only Tang Hao and the deceased Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin knew.
If he wanted to obtain this hundred-thousand-year soul bone, his only chance besides now would come after killing Tang San.
Those were the only two opportunities to obtain this soul bone. At any other time, there would be no chance at all.
After all, even Tang San himself did not know where in the Heaven Dou Empire that secluded valley lay. Despite their cultivation, he and Tang Hao had climbed through the mountains for quite some time before reaching that hidden valley with its waterfall.
Clearly, that mountain was no small one.
Holy Soul Village, meanwhile, lay on the plains. There were no tall mountains nearby, let alone cliffs and waterfalls.
Without that crucial clue, finding such a place anywhere on the Douluo Continent would be like fishing a needle out of the sea.
Yet he truly wanted that soul bone of Tang San's. After all, the right leg bone of the hundred-thousand-year blue silver emperor possessed the heaven-defying skill, Wildfire could not burn it all away; with the spring breeze, it grew again.
Even a severed arm or leg could be restored instantly, provided there was enough energy and the soul bone.
This was a life-saving soul bone. It would be far too great a pity not to take it.
As the saying went, wealth and honor were sought amid danger. In any case, he would go in after his father. Once they weathered Tang Hao's explosive surge, dealing with him would be as easy as turning over a hand.
"Let's go!"
As soon as Huo Yuhao spoke, brilliant golden light burst from his body. With a beat of his Holy Angel Wings, he rose from the courtyard and shot into the distance.
Behind him, four figures with powerful auras followed close on his heels, staying right beside Huo Yuhao.
They were all at the Soul Douluo level.
Such was the prestige Huo Yuhao enjoyed as Spirit Hall's Saint Son and Qian Daoliu's grandson.
These Soul Douluo experts, who could have served as bishops in branch halls, could only act as Huo Yuhao's guardians within the Elder Hall.
Yet they did not feel slighted. Instead, they considered it an honor.
After all, this was essentially choosing a side. The earlier they pledged their support, the greater the rewards they would reap later.
In any case, there was little difference between serving as Qian Renxue's guardian or Qian Renhan's. They were the Saintess and Saint Son; even if they could not become Spirit Hall's Supreme Pontiff in the future, they could still become worships of the Elder Hall.
Neither side was a losing bet.
Everyone served as Huo Yuhao's and Qian Renxue's guards with this mindset, so they carried out their duties with great loyalty. Huo Yuhao was very pleased with them all.
Besides, he had never intended to hide it. He was going to watch the show, then snatch the soul bone.
After all, the moment Qian Xunji returned, Bibi Dong would kill him.
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