“You little beast, how dare you!”
“Stop!”
“Is your country deliberately using this match to kill our students?”
Under the somewhat dim spotlights of the arena stage, one after another of Shrek’s high-ranking members stood up in fury.
Sensing the extremely faint auras of Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu, Xuan Zi was nearly tearing his eyes apart with rage.
“What, you think I’m going to kill them today?”
Looking at these faces—both familiar and unfamiliar—Huo Yuhao first grabbed the ashen-faced Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu, one in each hand, lifted them up, and hurled them off the stage.
“How interesting!
After so many years, a new star has finally appeared on the Douluo Continent again.
What a pity—you still have some rough edges that need smoothing.”
“Father God, no wonder you asked me to condescend to come here and win him over.”
In the Haotian Sect’s section of the stands, Tang Wutong observed everything happening on the arena stage.
With a hint of amusement, she rose to her feet.
“Don’t hold it against him.
Have these two carried off for treatment.
Xuan Zi, take the students back for now.” Tang Wutong looked leisurely at Xuan Zi, gestured toward the unconscious Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu, and added,
“Don’t you know that my father is pure as ice and jade, a righteous god?
Why don’t you learn from my father’s sea-like breadth of heart instead of haggling over every trifle?”
Since the Divine Maiden had spoken, the Shrek contingent dared not raise any objections.
Because before they came, the divine oracle they had received in their dreams was that seeing the Divine Maiden was equivalent to seeing her father, the Sea God Tang San.
At this moment, Huo Yuhao was panicking internally, because he saw that Tang Wutong was holding an engraving knife.
Unlike everyone else present, who had no idea what this knife was, Huo Yuhao knew it all too well—it was the Soul-Devouring Engraving Knife.
That Soul-Devouring Engraving Knife was, in essence, a piece of Living Gold.
In his previous life, when Elder I had seen it, he had told Huo Yuhao that such Living Gold on his home plane—the Holy Demon Continent—usually existed within the Dream Paradise, the plane’s life core.
“You’re a bit different from what I expected.
The difference between you, as this plane’s favored child, and other favored children is truly vast.”
“But if you want to know the arrangements from above regarding this continent’s future—and your own future—you can come find me directly!”
“Don’t be shy!” Tang Wutong looked at Huo Yuhao with cold aloofness.
The revelation from the Supreme God told her that this handsome young man before her had genuinely changed many things.
“I am honored by the Divine Maiden’s regard!” Huo Yuhao said in a low voice.
“But for now, I still have many matters to attend to.”
Even without the other things Tang Wutong had said to him, the mere appearance of Living Gold in her hands told Huo Yuhao how furious Divine King Tang San in the divine realm must be—especially toward the consciousness of the Douluo plane.
If nothing had been done to the plane’s consciousness, even if the tournament had been relocated to Mingdu, the Living Gold would have been transferred from the Star Luo auction house to the Sun Moon auction house through the plane’s control of fortune.
Because Living Gold was part of the plane’s life origin, it would be far too easy for a Plane Lord to control the whereabouts of a piece of Living Gold within the plane.
“Elder I, if I hadn’t been lying in wait at the Mingdu auction house these past days, waiting for the plane’s consciousness to deliver the Living Gold to me—would I have avoided alarming the snake and being seen through so quickly?”
Walking back to the Mingyue Hotel, Huo Yuhao asked Ilex in his spiritual sea.
At this moment, the wind was blowing fiercely, and fallen leaves scattered chaotically in the air.
“His test of you was inevitable.
You know what is happening inside the Golden Tree of Shrek Academy, yet you dare not think about that encounter with the girl named Tang Ya in the Star Dou Forest.
You know why.”
Huo Yuhao smiled bitterly.
In the chain of Blue Silver Grass martial soul, Blue Silver Grass, Blue Silver Emperor, Sea God…
didn’t he know what Tang Ya’s role was in this?
Ten thousand years ago, when the Blue Silver Emperor Tang San had inherited the Asura God’s throne and achieved supreme godhood, how could anything related to Blue Silver Grass on the Douluo Continent not bear Tang San’s imprint, as part of his domain?
Tang Ya did not know that she was part of the Blue Silver Entanglement variation within Tang San’s Blue Silver Domain, and Huo Yuhao always unconsciously convinced himself to avoid the thought.
But avoiding it didn’t mean it didn’t exist.
In Huo Yuhao’s previous life, it wasn’t just Tang Ya’s later extraordinary encounters—even the Blue Silver Emperor’s ability to devour the plane’s consciousness in the era of his rise relied on Tang San’s supreme god-level Blue Silver Domain.
“Elder I, now that the entire Douluo Continent has been entangled by Blue Silver, do you think my resistance is truly right?
If resistance equals walking to our deaths, then what I’m doing now is leading all of you to die.” Huo Yuhao’s voice carried a note of struggle.
“Little Yuhao, at least you avoided the first Blue Silver Entanglement in the Star Dou Forest that day, didn’t you?” It was Tianmeng who spoke, able to sense Huo Yuhao’s helplessness.
Elder I remained silent.
“That’s true enough.
Brother Tianmeng, you’re always so optimistic.” Huo Yuhao nodded.
“There’s death energy present.
It seems quite a lot happened at this hotel where you’re staying while you were at the matches.” As he neared his lodgings, Elder I’s voice sounded in Huo Yuhao’s spiritual sea.
Seeing the crowd gathered around the Mingyue Hotel, Huo Yuhao hurried over to find out what had happened.
Having lived here all these days since arriving in the Sun Moon Empire, he knew many familiar faces.
After some inquiries, Huo Yuhao learned that a young girl who had been injured in the tournament that day had just been killed by an evil soul master.
Mingdu’s garrison was currently “investigating.”
Naturally, such an investigation would yield no results.
Yu Mengdi?
Whether in his previous life or this one, having only met her once, Huo Yuhao remembered her as a lively and strong-willed girl.
He had never expected that he would meet her in the morning and hear of her death that very night.
Somewhat sorrowful, he returned to his room and found Ye Guyi waiting for him, while Snow Lady was cultivating.
“Miss Ye, can you tell me what happened?”
These past days, after temporarily resigning from the Mingyue Hotel, Ye Guyi had been hired by Huo Yuhao to cook for him.
Hearing Huo Yuhao’s question, Ye Guyi’s eyes immediately reddened.
With her head lowered, she recounted the events to him.
“Miss Ye, you mean to avenge Yu Mengdi?
You know that with your current strength, you have no chance against the Holy Spirit Church.”
Seeing Huo Yuhao frown, Ye Guyi said, “I’ll take down as many as I can, one by one.
I never deluded myself into thinking I could topple a behemoth like the Holy Spirit Church.”
“If I’m killed, I’d just be one less mayfly in the world—but many lives wouldn’t have to become nourishment for an evil soul master’s growth…” Ye Guyi smiled.
“Our Angel lineage carries sin in our blood.
We can never become Rank 9 Titled Douluo.”
“So I’ve never fantasized about one day overthrowing the Holy Spirit Church, or having our family be accepted by the world again…”
Huo Yuhao listened patiently.
There was little he could do at this moment.
From his previous life’s experience, he knew that the Angel family’s revival over the next ten thousand years had come about because, on his path to becoming the Ice God Douluo Huo Yuhao, achieving godhood as the God of Emotions and reviving the Tang Sect, he had saved Ye Guyi, who had joined the Tang Sect and later married into the Le family.
In this life, Huo Yuhao could not walk that same path, nor could he provide Ye Guyi with the Tang family’s indulgence papers.
He could only be a listener, offering Ye Guyi some emotional solace.