Chapter: Uncle Xiao
He Caitou's tall physique stood like a small hill in front of Huo Yuhao, and the human-skin mask he used for disguise failed to conceal the fury on his face.
His right arm was balled into a fist, tightly propped against the wall, covered in bulging, explosive muscles.
It was hard to imagine that this was the physical constitution a Food System soul master could possess. When he first arrived in Sun Moon as an exchange student a few years ago, he had only been a Soul King, yet his physical constitution had already been evaluated at the level of a Soul Emperor or above, and his strength had even been rated at the seventy-rank tier.
Now, several more years had passed, and He Caitou's cultivation had also broken through to the Soul Emperor realm. His physical fitness was bound to have reached a brand-new peak, sufficient to rival a genuine Power Attack System Soul Emperor.
It was not difficult to tell how formidable a physique he had forged to achieve his goal, nor the inner drive that constantly supported him in tempering himself.
Huo Yuhao raised his head slightly, gazing calmly at He Caitou, yet he felt a slight start in his heart.
He had already anticipated the hatred harbored within He Caitou's heart, and under the deliberate guidance of the mental suggestion, he had made He Caitou voice his own objective.
Yet he had not expected that He Caitou, with his emotions completely unleashed, would present such a sight.
The mental suggestion was still ongoing, though the calming effect was of unknown use to He Caitou at this moment.
The eyes beneath He Caitou's human-skin mask were bloodshot, and low roars continuously issued from his throat.
Finally, He Caitou calmed down slightly, let out a