"Ahhh!"
At that moment, Xuan Zi's eyes were bloodshot, and his rage surged to the heavens.
He had only gone to find something to eat because he was hungry. Yet, with Tang Yuhao's Martial Soul no longer being the Spirit Eyes, the strongest Soul King in history had achieved a truly supreme solo kill.
Ma Xiaotao and the newly selected Lin Chen, a Quasi-Soul King with the Blazing Fire Wolf Martial Soul, were blasted aside. Both spat blood, and though they had protective Soul Skills, some of the poisonous blood still splashed onto them.
Ling Luochеn had stayed farther back and had ice protecting her body. Though some poisonous blood had splashed onto her as well, she was still doing relatively fine.
Chen Zifeng, Gongyang Mo, Yao Haoxuan, and Xi Xi-the four inner court disciples had all perished. Not one had escaped...
That was right. Not one had escaped...
Most importantly, the strongest Soul King in history had encountered the weakest Level 98 Titled Douluo in history and toyed with him with ease.
Then he had taken Tang Yuhao away.
The sight had left Wang Dong heartbroken.
After all, although Tang Yuhao had indeed treated Wang Dong as a maid at first, he had later taken the initiative to shoulder some of the responsibility.
Cleaning, for example.
That had made Wang Dong feel that Tang Yuhao wasn't so bad after all.
More importantly, Tang Yuhao occasionally made grilled fish. When he gave some to Tang Ya, Wang Dong would occasionally come over for some too.
Of course, the most important reason was that he and Tang Yuhao had also developed a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
It was the fusion of his Second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, and Blue Silver Grass.
Clear Sky's Dance, Silver Emperor!
Relying on that Martial Soul Fusion Skill, they had easily defeated Ning Tian and the others back then.
They had become the Outer Court Twin Stars.
As for the rest of the Shrek Seven Devils, the biggest difference now was that everyone else was still there; only Xiao Xiao was missing.
Naturally, Ning Tian had taken Xiaoxiao's place.
Wang Dong had represented that Tang Yuhao was a decent person, just a little slow-witted at times.
Yet now Tang Yuhao had been taken away right before her eyes.
Heartbroken, Wang Dong instinctively turned her reddened eyes on Xuan Zi and shouted, "Why didn't you come sooner? If you had, none of this would have happened. And you're a Super Douluo, yet you couldn't even stop a Soul King from getting away. Why the fuck don't you just die?"
Everyone was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected anyone to dare speak to Taotie Douluo like that.
Bei Bei and the others hurriedly tried to talk Wang Dong down.
Xuan Zi's expression was ugly, but though he opened his mouth, he didn't dare retort.
He wasn't stupid. He knew Wang Dong's background well.
That was the Clear Sky Sect, unlike the worthless Tang Sect.
Although the Clear Sky Sect kept out of worldly affairs, even Mu En was wary of that reclusive sect. That could only mean a Limit Douluo was very likely holding the fort there.
Unlike those dead good-for-nothings from the academy who had no backing, if he truly offended their young sect master, the consequences probably wouldn't be something he could bear.
His expression shifted between green and yellow.
He could only take a deep breath and grit his teeth as he spoke.
"I'll bring Tang Yuhao back right now!"
As he spoke, Xuan Zi immediately sped off below in pursuit.
Elsewhere, the Death Messenger looked at the unconscious Tang Yuhao, a glint of mockery and satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
As far as the Death Messenger was concerned, there had clearly been a more suitable choice at the time: Ning Tian, that worthless auxiliary-type Soul Master.
Yet he had still chosen to target Tang Yuhao.
That was because Tang Yuhao carried a presence that he could sense was akin to his own, one Tang Yuhao was desperately suppressing.
That proved Tang Yuhao might be an Evil Soul Master of the same kind as him, or possess a talent for becoming one.
He had already made up his mind: if he made Tang Yuhao a corpse slave, he would surely become one of his most powerful.
After reaching the cave entrance, the Death Messenger ordered his corpse slaves to hold Xuan Zi off for the time being.
Of course, most importantly, the Death Messenger now breathed a sigh of relief.
He also found a place and prepared to try refining Tang Yuhao into a corpse slave.
After all, though Xuan Zi's pursuit was terrifying, it would indeed be troublesome to keep traveling with a little brat in tow.
Elsewhere, Huo Yuhao took a deep breath as he stepped into the Star Luo Empire, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
He hadn't expected to set foot in the Star Luo Empire again, much less as a member of the Heaven Dou Imperial Soul Master Academy's expedition.
Because Huo Yuhao was representing the original body, he had thought he would face some questioning, but there had been none at all. The captain had even been very courteous to him.
That left Huo Yuhao somewhat surprised.
After entering the Star Luo Empire, he looked at the surrounding terrain and mountains, as well as the army that seemed to be stationed not far away.
And that familiar presence-it should have belonged to his father, Dai Hao.
Huo Yuhao stroked his chin, already considering what to do. Should I send my father Dai Hao to heaven while I'm at it?
After all, another year had passed, and more of Electrolux's strength had been unsealed. That worthless army couldn't possibly cause Electrolux the slightest trouble.
After thinking for only a moment,
Huo Yuhao ultimately decided not to act immediately.
Because, to be precise, his ultimate purpose this time
was to deal with this so-called Tang Yuhao: to confirm whether he truly was the original body's soul and, if so, to see what his attitude was and whether his so-called memories still existed.
As for someone being resurrected, the only possibility Huo Yuhao could think of was that Tang San had done it.
While he was resting for the moment, Electrolux's voice suddenly sounded by Huo Yuhao's ear.
"Yuhao, I can sense him again-the fellow who seems to be using those powers of the undead."
Huo Yuhao's gaze briefly turned grave. He also thought that, with the army stationed nearby and given the current point in the timeline, this seemed to be when the strongest Soul King in history appeared.
At that thought, Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow. He wanted to see who would be the unlucky one this time, so he had Electrolux guide him.
Elsewhere, the Death Messenger looked at the talent that seemed to be desperately suppressed within Tang Yuhao. Laughing hoarsely, he spoke slowly.
"Heh heh heh, the talent you have is quite interesting, little fellow. You will surely become my most powerful corpse slave."
With that, the strongest Soul King in history looked at Tang Yuhao as his hand was about to descend.
In an instant, a golden light suddenly flickered from Tang Yuhao's body.
It frightened the Death Messenger into stumbling back several steps. An incredulous look on his face, he muttered,
"What... what on earth is this!?"
Just as the Death Messenger tried to retreat, the golden light spread over him.
A howl of agony rang out.
Not far away, Huo Yuhao looked at that face and felt his own body faintly reacting strangely. At last, he was certain.
"So it really is you..."