"Hmph, enough nonsense! Take this!" Ling Lan gave Huo Yuhao no chance to continue. With a sharp cry, she lunged at him like a maddened beast. Her attacks were fierce and violent, every move packed with vicious force.
As she attacked, she kept cursing, "Scumbag! Someone like you is nothing but a waste of space."
"Today, I'll get justice for Dong'er! She should have been an exalted goddess, the center of everyone's attention since birth, born with a pride that made others look up to her. She should have been the Divine Realm's most cherished princess. Who would have thought she'd fall for an ordinary mortal like you? What a pity. Today, I'll get rid of a wretch like you for her. Die!"
With that, Soul Power surged around her, and she shouted, "Second Soul Skill, Venomous Snake Entanglement!" In an instant, countless venomous snakes formed from Soul Power appeared out of thin air. Flicking their tongues and baring their fangs, they lunged swiftly at Huo Yuhao.
Wherever they passed, even the air seemed to corrode, filling with a sickeningly fishy stench.
The sudden accusation left Huo Yuhao stunned. He grumbled inwardly, Get justice for Dong'er? How could this transmigrator's logic be so strange and erratic?
Yet before he could recover from his shock, Ling Lan's next words struck his heart like a heavy hammer.
"And that Wang Qiu'er-she's just a loach! I decided long ago that once I was strong enough, I'd find a way to get rid of her."
At first, Huo Yuhao had faced Ling Lan's curses with a cold expression, standing motionless like a statue devoid of feeling.
But when he heard the person before him threaten to kill Wang Qiu'er, the anger he had suppressed for so long erupted in an instant, blazing like a volcano.
Red currents flashed through his eyes like spirit snakes, light imbued with terrifying killing intent. His lips moved slightly as he chanted strange incantations.
An invisible yet chilling pressure spread out in an instant, forcing Ling Lan to retreat involuntarily until she stood in front of Xiao Ye, terror on her face.
Threads of crimson lightning gathered and crackled in Huo Yuhao's eyes, poised to strike. It was as if, in the next second, they would charge like wild horses freed from their reins, striking his opponent's soul and killing her on the spot.
"In this world where the strong prey on the weak, strength reigns supreme. A weakling like you actually thinks she has the right to shout about my faults? You're courting death!"
Huo Yuhao spoke coldly, without a trace of warmth in his voice. "Even if I kill you, what can you do about it? Right now, you're nothing but meat on the chopping block, at anyone's mercy. It seems you still haven't recognized your place. Do you think I really won't kill you?
"Kill me if you've got the guts! I don't believe a grown man like you would kill a young girl like me. Besides, you're just a Soul Scholar who doesn't even have one ring. How could you stand up to a three-ring Soul Elder like me?"
Ling Lan shouted, putting on a brave front despite her fear, but the slight tremor in her voice betrayed the terror in her heart.
Seeing that Huo Yuhao hadn't attacked immediately, she couldn't help feeling secretly pleased. So what if Huo Yuhao has changed? He still has to bow his head before us transmigrators.
Huo Yuhao ignored Ling Lan's shouting and continued chanting his Necromancy spell.
As the incantation rang out, everything around them turned gray in an instant, as though shrouded by the shadow of death. A short blade had appeared in his hand at some point, its surface coated in eerie Necromancy that gave off a ghostly, chilling light.
At the sight, Xiao Ye's face went as pale as paper. He immediately saw what was happening, and a surge of extreme terror welled up inside him. How could this be? Necromancy! Could Electrolux have already come to this world ahead of time? Or...
An extremely terrifying thought suddenly flashed through his mind, making his body tremble involuntarily. He looked at Huo Yuhao as though he were looking at a monster from hell.
Does Huo Yuhao have a system too? Or is he a regressor? Otherwise, how could he have such great power, and how could he know Necromancy? Xiao Ye was uncertain, but one thing was clear: as he was now, he was no match for Huo Yuhao.
Even with a system, given his current strength, he could never do away with him.
Ling Lan was badly frightened too. She had thought Huo Yuhao would only try to scare her at most and wouldn't really take her life. But seeing how things stood now, she could only say tremblingly, "Huo Yuhao, I believe what I said has pierced your heart deeply. As long as you repent, I might forgive you."
She raised her head and looked at Huo Yuhao, only to see endless indifference and killing intent on his face. He showed no sign of paying her any attention.
"Y-you actually want to kill a girl. Don't you feel ashamed?" Ling Lan said, her voice thick with tears and full of despair.
Huo Yuhao simply stared at her coldly, not a ripple in his dark eyes, and replied indifferently, "No. Those who kill will always be killed in turn. Men or women, all are equal."
"Since you've thought about killing me, of course all I have to do is kill you. You must be prepared to be killed by me too, right? Weren't you just shouting about killing me and Qiu'er? I'll send you down to hell first, then let your Brother Ye go down and keep you company."
"This is all your fault! You just had to come looking for Huo Yuhao. You regret it now, don't you?" Ling Lan's legs went weak. She took two trembling steps back and landed on her backside, her face full of regret and fear.
"What do you know?" Xiao Ye suddenly said. "As long as we kill him, his fate will come to us, and we'll have countless opportunities in the future. Otherwise, even if we find the Twin Emperors of Ice and Snow, they'll kill us."
"Only by becoming children of fate and finding the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm will we have a chance to set foot on the path to godhood. Besides, even without the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, other great opportunities will come to the children of fate. Only by killing him completely can we truly become the protagonists, and those treasures will come to us..."
"But how could this be? In the original story, Huo Yuhao clearly wasn't this strong yet," Xiao Ye muttered to himself, his eyes full of bewilderment.
"Let's run!" Ling Lan said in terror. She was trembling all over, and with Huo Yuhao's murderous gaze fixed on her, her heart had long since begun to quail. No matter which world she was in, this was, after all, her first time facing such crushing pressure from death, and Huo Yuhao's current behavior was utterly different from the image of him she knew from the original story.
"Are you treating me like I don't exist?" Huo Yuhao's expression was cold, his voice low but clear.
Xiao Ye looked urgently at Ling Lan and said through gritted teeth, "Let's attack together. I refuse to believe his Soul Power is a bottomless pit that he can squander without end."
In truth, they were simply overthinking it. Huo Yuhao knew perfectly well that his Soul Power was already scarce. In this battle, every trace of it was precious to him, so naturally he conserved whatever he could.
That was why he had relied on hand-to-hand combat to maneuver skillfully against the two of them. Xiao Ye and Ling Lan, on the other hand, were newcomers to the Douluo Continent and knew nothing of certain fighting techniques, like young children who knew no better. How could they blame Huo Yuhao for his skillful methods?