Huo Yuhao looked at the girl in front of him with great interest, and was no longer in a hurry to climb up.
The girl looked at Huo Yuhao, whose lips were curved into a smile, but she couldn't see his face clearly. Although she had doubts, she remained vigilant.
Huo Yuhao waved to her, signaling her to continue.
The girl was somewhat angered by his actions, and her icy aura suddenly condensed, instantly forming a thick layer of white frost within a two-meter radius beneath her feet.
Upon closer inspection, Huo Yuhao noticed that the white mist, formed from condensed ice crystals, floating in the air contained Sisi purple toxins. Huo Yuhao immediately thought of the ice toad he had encountered in the Far North, whose toxins were exactly the same as those on this woman.
If I'm not mistaken, this girl's Martial Soul should be the Vermilion-Eyed Ice Toad, the king of the crevices of the Far North, which possesses both ice and fire attributes and thus produces that special cold poison.
Because of the suppression from the Long Stairway to Godhood, the poison spread very slowly.
A flash of red light appeared at the girl's fingertips, and a slender, half-meter-long short sword appeared in her hand. Two red gems were on the hilt, constantly flashing red light under the stimulation of her Soul Power.
Its blade is very thin, no more than five millimeters thick, and the most eye-catching feature is the blade on both the left and right sides.
The sword blade displayed a striking contrast of blue and red. With the infusion of Soul Power, light flowed across its surface. The left side emanated a chilling aura, while the right side possessed a blazing fiery spirit. Between the two contrasting elements of ice and fire, a narrow groove extended straight down to the hilt, within which countless exquisite Core Array echoed each other.
It goes without saying that this melee Soul Tool Soul Tool was custom-made to match her martial Martial Soul. More likely, the girl may have even crafted it herself.
With a flick of his wrist, Huo Yuhao conjured a long, straight black sword, its tip pointing downwards, its Soul Power contained as if it were an ordinary person.
The girl frowned slightly, her long, snow-white hair dancing in the air under the influence of her Soul Power. She gripped her Soul Tool tightly with both hands, leaned forward, and suddenly rushed towards Huo Yuhao.
As she charged forward, two ice spikes materialized on each of her left and right sides, locking onto Huo Yuhao's position. Combined with her melee Soul Tool, she attacked Huo Yuhao simultaneously from three different directions.
Almost instantly, three attacks landed on Huo Yuhao's body simultaneously.
Click!
Meng Hongchen clearly saw that just as her attack was about to hit him, Huo Yuhao's neck twisted slightly again.
The three attacks that followed were like hitting cotton; the afterimages in front of him were directly pierced by Meng Hongchen.
Meng Hongchen's icy blue eyes instantly turned blood red. She turned around abruptly, gripping the ' Hongchen ' in her hands tightly, assuming a defensive stance.
Looking ahead, Huo Yuhao was facing away from her, one hand behind his back, the tip of his sword pointing downwards. He exuded an aura of quiet power, constantly radiating pressure that left Meng Hongchen somewhat puzzled.
Fine beads of sweat trickled down Meng Hongchen's forehead as she carefully wiped them away, her gaze fixed intently on Huo Yuhao ahead, not daring to relax.
The two remained locked in this stalemate for a full five minutes, with Huo Yuhao maintaining the same posture the entire time.
Meng Hongchen sensed the aura constantly enveloping the space, and the sharp sword intent made her certain that the Martial Soul of the person in front of her must be the black straight longsword in his hand.
Meng Hongchen bit her lip slightly, her eyes narrowing. Finally, she made up her mind and asked, "My name is Meng Hongchen. Who are you?"
She was also somewhat curious about this mysterious person and couldn't help but ask. She had also noticed something and wanted to use it as an opportunity to probe further.
"Shh!"
Huo Yuhao slowly turned around, raising his right index finger to his lips.
He pointed to the space above and said mysteriously, "My name Shadow, the one who devours the heavens and the sun..."
" Shadow?... I understand. Let's make a move. This stalemate is not good for either of us."
Meng Hongchen's eyes were firm, and she found this man, whose words were cryptic, even more unfathomable.
The tip of the ' Hongchen ' sword moved downwards uncontrollably. Maintaining the same position for a long time caused Meng Hongchen's fair arms to tremble slightly. She was clearly unable to continue maintaining her defensive stance.
But Huo Yuhao just stood there quietly, without making a move.
Meng Hongchen could no longer hold back. He activated his Soul Power at full force, and countless sharp ice spikes appeared around him. The tips of the ice spikes were covered with a special kind of cold poison, and they shot out at the same time.
Just then, Huo Yuhao finally moved. Huo Yuhao slowly moved his long sword horizontally, blocking one ice spike and then immediately blocking the next one.
Although his movements were slow and each move was extremely clear, even an ordinary person could see them clearly, strangely, he was able to catch every ice spike that flew at the perfect moment, and none of the ice spikes could even get within half a meter of Huo Yuhao.
In Meng Hongchen's blood-red eyes, Huo Yuhao's every move was reflected, and a profound sense of mystery kept surging into her heart. Even an extremely simple sword move stirred up a huge wave in Meng Hongchen's heart.
She had never imagined that someone could achieve this level of skill without relying on Soul Skill, and a strange flutter ran through her heart.
Deep down, my soul is telling me that I should follow the person before me, that she can become stronger, and that I should follow her.
In less than half a second, the highly poisonous ice spikes shattered on the ground.
As Huo Yuhao suddenly looked up, his hood slightly opened, and his dark purple eyes met Meng Hongchen's eyes.
Suddenly, Meng Hongchen's heart trembled, and the ' Hongchen ' in her hand flew out and fell to the ground.
What kind of eyes were those?
His dark purple eyes, like the night sky of the Far North, devoured everything. Yet, within them, starlight twinkled, as beautiful as the aurora borealis, seemingly capable of embracing every lonely soul.
At this moment, Meng Hongchen realized that the man's Martial Soul was not a sword at all, but those mesmerizing eyes.
In the last moment of clarity, Meng Hongchen slightly raised her hand and reached out to grab Huo Yuhao, her mouth slightly open, as if she wanted to say something.
The blood-red color in her eyes faded in an instant, leaving her icy blue pupils empty, and she collapsed to the ground.
Those eyes, deep within her soul, utterly impacted her fragile Sea of Consciousness, leaving an indelible mark.
As she fell, starlight appeared on Meng Hongchen's body. A gust of wind blew by, the starlight dissipated, and Meng Hongchen was nowhere to be seen.
Only the exquisitely crafted ' Hongchen,' into which Meng Hongchen had poured a great deal of effort, lay quietly on the ground.
Huo Yuhao slowly squatted down, picked up the Soul Tool from the ground, and gently ran his right hand over the sword, touching the two small characters engraved at the bottom of the sword: ' Hongchen '.
"That's interesting..."
Huo Yuhao's lips curled up, and then he put the ' Hongchen ' into his storage ring.