It had been a long time since Huo Yuhao had last killed Soul Beasts with his own hands like this.
For one thing, Huo Yuhao no longer needed to hunt Soul Beasts to obtain Soul Rings. For another, he had once promised her that he would ease the conflict between humans and Soul Beasts.
As Huo Yuhao spent his days living with everyone, the distinction between humans and Soul Beasts kept shrinking in his eyes.
In Huo Yuhao's eyes, there was no fundamental difference between the two in essence. Although their methods of cultivation and ways of life differed, both were living beings, and both would die.
There was no absolute right or wrong between the two. Humans were neither noble nor lowly, and the same held true for Soul Beasts. In Huo Yuhao's heart, all creatures living on Douluo Star survived in their own species' ways. No species necessarily deserved to be exterminated and erased.
But all of this was not to say that Huo Yuhao never took a life.
Huo Yuhao had killed humans and Soul Beasts alike, and he would not offer any explanation for his actions. After all, killing was killing. Trying to justify it when his hands were covered in blood would only seem ridiculous.
Of course, resolving problems through communication was best. Whether human or Soul Beast, as long as they came to talk to Huo Yuhao, he would talk first. What came next could wait until talks broke down.
But when faced with an encircling attack from a school of Demon Soul Great White Sharks, as he was now, Huo Yuhao would kill them without hesitation.
The deaths of those three Demon Soul Great White Sharks had brought Huo Yuhao the best possible result: the school that had surrounded and attacked him had