"This kind of plot is... pretty outdated, isn't it? There's really no need."
Watching Dai Yueheng's movements, Huo Yuhao vaguely guessed what was happening.
As expected, that kind of pill probably came at a price in exchange for a boost in strength.
There was just one thing Huo Yuhao couldn't quite remember.
Given how Shrek Academy trained its students, had none of its people actually taken this kind of pill back then?
In fact, the pill Dai Yueheng had just taken was called a Blood-Burning Pill.
As its name suggested, it burned the user's own essence blood to forcibly increase his strength.
It was also a drug introduced by the Xishui Alliance.
Shrek had seized some before, and the strain these pills placed on a person's talent and body was terrifying.
Back then, Dai Yueheng had only taken one as a spoil of war, but now he had no choice.
He was a dignified Soul King from Shrek's inner court, yet a Soul Ancestor was fighting him across the gap in their ranks.
At this moment, he was fighting not just for Shrek's glory, but also over the grudge between the two brothers.
In Dai Yueheng's eyes, how could he lose to this trash, this beast of a younger brother he had always looked down on?
Even if his opponent had become an Evil Soul Master, he would still suppress him.
Huo Yuhao simply watched Dai Yueheng at his leisure.
Dai Yueheng's presence surged, and in an instant, he broke through to Soul Emperor.
A faint blood-red light even appeared around his body.
"Little beast, atone for your sins! Die!"
This time, Dai Yueheng was even faster, moving like a meteor.
A trace of gravity appeared in Huo Yuhao's eyes, but that was all.
It wasn't that he was a hundred percent certain nothing would go wrong. Rather-what a joke. The moment Dai Yueheng swallowed the pill, he had already spoken with Electrolux.
He had told the undead creatures to be ready at any moment to take a hit for him or intervene.
He was willing to have this so-called spar with Dai Yueheng only because it would also fulfill the original owner's last lingering resentment.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be better to just let this group from Shrek die?
"Bang!"
With a muffled bang, Huo Yuhao's somewhat youthful figure clashed fist against fist with Dai Yueheng.
But Dai Yueheng was already around 1.8 meters tall, while Huo Yuhao, even after receiving Tian Meng's million-year sacrifice, was still only around 1.6 meters tall.
As they clashed with that huge difference in height between them, Dai Yueheng, who had now taken the Blood-Burning Pill, twisted his features and even roared in a low growl.
"Little beast, I'll make you beg for life and find no way to die."
As he spoke, Dai Yueheng, who held an absolute advantage in physical strength, abruptly threw another punch-kick at Huo Yuhao.
Huo Yuhao was forced back several steps, a searing pain running through both his arms.
Dai Yueheng had expected Huo Yuhao to be afraid, but before he could continue his attack, he heard Huo Yuhao mutter a complaint.
"My strength still can't match his for now. Hmm..."
Dai Yueheng nearly went mad with anger when he heard that. He was a dignified high-ranking Soul King, and at sixteen or seventeen, he was almost fully grown.
His Martial Soul was the White Tiger, yet Huo Yuhao had become an Evil Soul Master and, at such a young age, had just matched him in a clash of strength. For a moment, he had thought it was fake, that the Soul Skill had simply given Huo Yuhao a terrifying boost.
That was why disbelief, even humiliation, had shown on his face at first.
As for Huo Yuhao, what he felt most of all was the improvement to his foundation that Tian Meng had given him.
He watched as Dai Yueheng tried to use the same trick again, his figure rushing in once more like a streak of light, even his eyes filled with smugness and provocation.
With such an overwhelming advantage in speed, even if Huo Yuhao could see through some weaknesses, or use his spiritual-type Martial Soul to achieve some so-called insight, what of it? If he couldn't keep up, it was all in vain.
With Falsehood activated, Huo Yuhao looked at Dai Yueheng, who seemed on the verge of avenging a great grudge, and a playful impulse rose in him.
The next second, Dai Yueheng, who was preparing to strike, froze.
He discovered that the fist he had been about to swing at Huo Yuhao had suddenly become the father he admired and respected most, Dai Hao.
"F-Father?"
That instinct made Dai Yueheng drop to his knees. No matter what, he was the eldest son, and he had actually raised a hand against his father. That was an outrageously disrespectful act!
Dai Yueheng was still wondering why Dai Hua had suddenly pursued him there. Was it because of Huo Yuhao's talent?
But when he looked up,
he found that it was no Dai Hao at all. Huo Yuhao had used Heavenly Silkworm Transformation to play a trick on Dai Yueheng.
Dai Yueheng was so furious that he seemed to become a mindless beast.
"Dai... Yu... Hao! I'll kill you!"
Even after being beaten and battered in the fight, Huo Yuhao had not thought to beg for mercy and had instead played a trick on him. How could Dai Yueheng accept that? Losing control of his words, he had even blurted out the truth.
Those three words brought a flicker of complicated feelings to Huo Yuhao. He was happy to see Dai Yueheng lose his composure, but he didn't like those three words.
Dai Yuhao, the God King's lackey, was dead, and he, Huo Yuhao, was the true favored son of fortune.
Ma Xiaotao and the others were dumbfounded. Wasn't the person before them an Evil Soul Master? Why was his surname Dai too? And why was he called Dai Yuhao?
Then, looking a little more closely at the two, they really could see some resemblance. With both of them surnamed Dai, and that final provocation, Ma Xiaotao and the others had a terrifying suspicion.
"Could it be that the Evil Soul Master-no, this Dai Yuhao-is really Dai Hao's son and Dai Yueheng's younger brother?"
The idea was absurd. Before this, they would never have believed it, not even on pain of death.
But those words had come from Dai Yueheng's own mouth when he was so angry he had nearly lost his reason, so the question of Huo Yuhao's identity needed further consideration.
"White Tiger Meteor Shower, White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!"
A wave of light burst forth, while countless meteors came howling toward him in an instant.
Huo Yuhao unleashed Destruction Black Light, and the purple-black abyss tore through space, blocking the attacks in an instant.
Yet the power of Destruction Black Light had not dissipated much; only a portion of it had faded.
After all, after using Heavenly Silkworm Transformation, all his elemental Soul Skills received an additional boost, not to mention the further enhancement from his current Dark Tiger War God Transformation.
Within the dust and smoke, Dai Yueheng's presence gradually weakened, as though he were even on the verge of death. Just as Ma Xiaotao and the others were growing somewhat worried, Huo Yuhao walked over lightly.
As the dust and smoke from the explosion were about to clear, a figure lunged at him like a beast, its face seemingly filled with triumph and madness.
It was none other than Dai Yueheng. Ma Xiaotao and the others now looked as though they had rehearsed their parts in an act.
No matter what, capturing this Evil Soul Master first was what mattered most in their eyes.
Huo Yuhao, however, merely raised an eyebrow, and his third Soul Ring flashed in an instant.