"The battle continues!" Feng Xiu suddenly roared, a demonic sword appearing in his hand—the Heaven-Defying Demon God Sword, his Super Divine Artifact. He was also clad in a layer of purple armor— the Super Divine Artifact- Heaven-Defying Demon God Armor.
The demonic clouds surged and boiled with his rage, and the entire Demon Capital trembled under the Demon God Emperor's oppressive aura. Huo Yuhao's expression hardened, and his eight divine rings instantly shone brightly.
"So, you possess two Super Divine Artifact. You were indeed hiding your true abilities."
The Necromancer's Holy Magic Sword in Huo Yuhao's hand emitted a gray light that shone brightly. After the light faded, as Huo Yuhao once again immersed himself in a state of blissful tranquility, the gray light transformed into a rainbow of colors, shimmering with iridescent light.
The sword was not drawn, but the emotion had already arrived.
A profound sorrow, a sword drawn with deepest emotion—what kind of skill is this? At this moment, the sword can communicate with the divine, the emotion with the divine; both sword intent and emotion have reached their pinnacle. The two have merged, achieving the supreme state of oneness with heaven and earth.
Perhaps the opponent can withstand the sword intent with their Super Divine Artifact armor, but they absolutely cannot evade this deep affection.
This is no longer just a physical attack, but a mental attack combined with the ultimate physical attack and killing move.
Seven-colored light flowed and surrounded his body and his sword.
Rain falls from the sky, keeping us outside.
"Senior, this move is called the Heartbroken Sword Technique. Please enlighten me," Huo Yuhao said softly, his voice filled with profound meaning.
Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu's eyes were dazed. Seeing Huo Yuhao's move, he also began to prepare to counterattack. The Heaven-Defying Demon God Sword in his hand also gathered a strong light.
Just as Huo Yuhao was about to unleash the Heartbroken Sword Technique, his blue hair had changed to white, carrying a sense of sorrow as it fluttered in the wind, each strand seemingly bearing endless grief.
The Demon Clan watched the two figures in the sky.
Gazing up at the sky in the Yue Ye, he murmured, "These are probably the strongest moves of the two strongest people in the world. Their duel may be recorded in the annals of the Demon Clan."
Leng Xiao stared intently at Huo Yuhao's figure, sensing the emotions within his moves. She could feel the deep sorrow emanating from Huo Yuhao's sword and his eyes, which profoundly moved her.
What a poignant and beautiful move; it's hard to imagine such a move ever appearing in the world.
Even if Huo Yuhao wasn't a god or Ninth Tier expert, but just an ordinary seventh-tier expert, this move would definitely be able to fight against the Demon God Emperor. This was just her feeling, this kind of sword of utmost affection.
Agares gazed at the sky, his demonic eyes reflecting a dazzling light, and said with emotion, "For countless years, His Majesty has been invincible, without any rivals. I never imagined that at this moment he would encounter a true opponent, an opponent worthy of his sparring."
Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu was invincible, has encountered an opponent who can fight him, and he must be on high alert.
As Huo Yuhao swung his sword, seven-colored Emotion God surged forth, and his eyes seemed to hold the stars and the sea. A giant wave-like slash was unleashed.
Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu also unleashed a giant purple slash that collided with the seven-colored slash.
Boom boom boom.
Thunder roared down, and a violent storm raged.
A massive flash of light followed.
The Demon God Emperor was immersed in a deep sorrow, overwhelmed by immense longing.
Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu murmured to himself, just like when Huo Yuhao fought the God of Destruction. He thought of his beloved Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu Bai Lingxuan, her image filling his mind. Tears fell and slowly drifted down into the air.
Everyone present was also overwhelmed by this intense emotion. Yue Ye and Leng Xiao naturally looked at Huo Yuhao floating in the air.
Everyone else was completely immersed in grief, unable to pull themselves out.
Before this transcendent sword intent, the boundaries of race and the difference in strength seemed utterly insignificant. At this moment, the Demon God Emperor was nothing more than a heartbroken man longing for his wife.
This is getting complicated. After all, his own tactics have caused so many people to weep in front of the Moon Demon Palace, and he doesn't know how to resolve the situation. He can't just leave here, can he?
Huo Yuhao thought to himself.
He sighed softly, his white hair fluttering slightly in the wind. What is the meaning of the word "emotion"? Only those with emotions can be called human. As the saying goes, "If Heaven had emotions, it too would grow old; if humans had no emotions, they would not be human." At this moment, he was a god, observing the many emotions of humankind.
The true God, the God of Emotion.
He slowly descended, looking at everyone. To be honest, he couldn't undo their current state, because these emotions were all heartfelt.
Leng Xiao and Yue Ye had already arrived at Huo Yuhao's side.
"Brother Huo," Leng Xiao called out, her eyes filled with tears, as she looked at him. Her voice trembled with sobs. She walked slowly toward him, her eyes red, but Huo Yuhao stood there, not moving an inch.
Yue Ye watched as Leng Xiao walked towards Huo Yuhao, her fingertips digging deeply into her palms.
When Leng Xiao suddenly threw herself into Huo Yuhao's arms, the way she embraced him felt as if Yue Ye heart was being torn apart. She admired Leng Xiao's courage, while she herself was now so cautious in her love.
She walked up to him, just like Leng Xiao had.
However, given her current situation, she certainly wouldn't want to disturb the two of them.
Huo Yuhao was startled by the sudden embrace, but he did not resist or push her away. He simply said slowly, "Miss Leng."
Leng Xiao said, "Brother Huo, Leng Xiao like you. I had a crush on you when you saved me, but now I realize I'm truly in love with you." Although saving someone from danger is a cliché, it's definitely very effective.
"Whether Brother Huo is a god or an ordinary human, Leng Xiao has already fallen in love with you."
A gentle smile curved Huo Yuhao's lips as he lightly brushed Leng Xiao's tear-dampened hair with his fingertips, "I have received Miss Leng's feelings. It's not that I don't like Miss Leng, but I want her to see the real me. If someone blindly likes another person without understanding them, that feeling will not last."
Leng Xiao understood the meaning behind Huo Yuhao's words. She buried her face in his chest and let out two soft moans.
Huo Yuhao said softly, "Actually, faced with Miss Leng's overwhelming love, I also have a concern, and it's also a secret."
Leng Xiao looked up at Huo Yuhao's face, glistening tears still clinging to her eyelashes. "Brother Huo's concerns?"
Huo Yuhao sighed and said, "Yes, because I don't belong to this world, nor should I belong to this world. I will eventually have to leave."
Leng Xiao gripped his collar tightly. "Brother Huo, isn't it better to stay here? Can't we stay?" Every word she spoke trembled.
P. S.: It's impossible for Huo Yuhao to be able to be completely with Leng Xiao or Yue Ye in this timeline, because they are destined to fall in love again in the future and meet again. At that time, their feelings might be even more intense. It will also be clearly stated later that Huo Yuhao is not from this timeline.
We cannot be together, separated not just by space, but by time. It's a beautiful coincidence. Perhaps our meeting was so simple, but since we met, feelings will inevitably arise between us. What is the girl thinking?
What was the boy thinking? Did he intend for Leng Xiao and the others to go to the Douluo Continent to find the young Huo Yuhao? Or perhaps the unborn Huo Yuhao?