Huo Yuhao raised his hand, and an invisible spiritual wave rippled silently from his fingertips.
The next moment, Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao felt a strange coolness in their minds.
The mental network between the three was established in a short period of time.
This is a way of perceiving that feels novel no matter how many times you experience it.
Wang Dong blinked. Although his gaze was still fixed on the dense bushes, his mind had already clearly reflected the complete scene deep in the valley.
In this God's-eye view built by Huo Yuhao, all the details hidden in the shadows are stripped away clearly and thoroughly.
A giant ape, as large as a small hill, was perched on a huge rock in the middle of the valley.
The giant ape was covered in a layer of coarse, dark golden fur. When sunlight shone through the tree canopy onto it, it gleamed with a hard, metallic sheen.
What is most striking is its unusually broad back, on both sides of which, in addition to its original pair of thick forelimbs, three slightly thinner but equally explosive arms extend from each side.
Eight arms were casually draped over the edge of the rock, each finger resembling an unpolished steel fork.
"This is the eight-armed golden ape."
Huo Yuhao's voice rang directly in the minds of the two girls, with his usual calmness, "Judging from its size and the color of its golden fur, it should be over ten thousand years old, around eleven thousand eight hundred and twelve years old."
The data, accurate to the single digit, made Wang Dong roll his eyes.
This guy doesn't even bother with pretense anymore; he's so precise about predicting the year, he's completely leaving no way out for other Soul Masters.
"However, don't be fooled by this year."
Huo Yuhao ignored Wang Dong's little scheme and continued to explain things through the mental link: "The strength of the soul power within this big guy's body is already comparable to that of ordinary soul beasts that are 16,000 years old."
He slightly increased the resolution of the mental detection.
In the shared field of vision of the three, the fur on the body of the eight-armed vajra ape gradually became transparent, revealing the muscle fibers like a coiled dragon and the bones with a metallic luster beneath the skin.
"Look at the density of its muscle fibers, and the metallic texture deposited on its bones."
"With such outrageous physical defense, it can even hold its own against high-level soul beasts that are over 20,000 years old."
Huo Yuhao came to a very fair conclusion: "Simply put, this thing can be considered a one-in-a-million genius in the world of soul beasts."
Wang Dong: ...
The title of "little genius" sounds rather incongruous when applied to a rough giant ape with eight arms.
Xiao Xiao nodded very seriously.
She didn't think this soul beast was that difficult to deal with. Anyway, with the young master here to protect her, she wouldn't panic at all, even if she faced a 50,000-year-old soul beast.
"This is a good choice. My Three Lives Soul-Suppressing Cauldron doesn't have such strict requirements for attributes. As long as it's a type that leans towards being heavy and powerful, it's compatible."
Xiao Xiao responded in her mind, and then added, "Moreover, this eight-armed Vajra Ape itself has extremely strong metallic properties, which can further enhance the hardness of my martial soul on this basis."
This can be considered a very perfect soul ring fit.
Once we take down this big guy, our trip to the Star Dou Great Forest will be a complete success.
Just as Wang Dong was about to roll up her sleeves and go for it, Huo Yuhao reached out and stopped her.
"Don't rush to make a move. It seems that we're not the only ones eyeing this little genius."
As his thoughts shifted, the mental detection image smoothly shifted to a different angle.
On a leeward hillside several hundred meters away from the eight-armed vajra ape, five figures, concealing their auras, suddenly entered the three's sensory network without warning.
The moment Wang Dong saw the five people clearly, he froze on the spot.
Her brow twitched, and without even thinking about it in her head, she muttered to herself, "This is so awkward."
It's no wonder Wang Dong reacted so strongly; the five people's appearances together created a truly indescribable sense of disharmony in the scene.
Judging by their facial features alone, these people are definitely handsome men and beautiful women.
But once you look down, that harmonious beauty is immediately and completely shattered by an extremely bizarre body proportion.
The leader at the front was a middle-aged man with a resolute and rugged face.
His left side looked perfectly normal, but his right arm, which was exposed to the air, was much thicker than his left arm.
The high, bulging muscle lines were as hard as rock, so much so that the sleeves were almost about to tear.
The visual impact of the boy, who appeared to be around eighteen years old, behind the burly man was even more astonishing.
He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, and his arms were as thick as his thighs. Most exaggeratedly, his two bulging trapezius muscles squeezed his neck into a gap.
With just a little effort, those two exaggerated muscles seemed to be squeezing his head like pimples, ready to burst it open.
In comparison, the other two boys' situations were somewhat more normal.
A handsome young man with an exaggeratedly thick head of jet-black hair, the strands of which were so smooth and fluffy that they resembled a large umbrella that could be opened at any time.
The other boy, who looked honest and wiry, had a left leg that was noticeably longer than his right leg. When he stood still, he had to tilt his body slightly to maintain his balance.
The only one who looked like a normal person was the pretty young girl walking at the very back.
She was petite, with a lively appearance and perfectly proportioned body.
But once you focus your attention on her hands, you will find that her ten fingers are unusually slender and long, and so white that they are like perfect works of art carved from the finest mutton fat jade.
"What kind of freaks are they?"
Xiao Xiao couldn't help but express her doubts through the mental link.
"They are Bon religion people."
Huo Yuhao had already guessed the other party's background by observing the special soul power fluctuations on their bodies. "This is a reclusive sect composed entirely of people with their own martial souls. Judging from their serious and prepared stance, they are obviously here for that eight-armed vajra ape."
As a fellow possessor of a Martial Soul, Huo Yuhao looked at this group of people and silently made an assessment in his mind.
The martial spirits of these people are so easy to recognize.
No profound insight is needed; just by looking at their unusual physical characteristics, one can guess their background with a high degree of accuracy.
The leader's right arm was that big, so his martial spirit must be his right arm.
That boy who was practically squeezing himself to death with his trapezius muscles undoubtedly possessed a dual-arm martial spirit.
The one with thick hair, their martial spirit is their hair.
The honest-looking boy with the one-legged-one-legged form naturally has his left leg as his martial spirit.
As for the girl with the most beautiful hands at the end, it was either her fingers or her palms; there was no suspense whatsoever.
These people are practically wearing their cards on their sleeves.
In comparison, the concealment of his own martial soul seemed somewhat like cheating.
Time and Space · Mindful Eyes and Brain.
As for the eyes, apart from making his eyes look brighter and clearer, there was no external deformation whatsoever.
The brain, which is at the core, is completely hidden inside the skull.
Even if he pushes his dual composite spirits to their limits in front of the enemy, others will only think of him as an ordinary spirit master with sharp eyes, and will never guess what the essence of his spirits is.
"Brother Yuhao, what do we do now?"
Looking at the sect members who had begun to close in and surround them, Xiao Xiao asked hesitantly, "Should we just go over and drive them away?"
"Ignore it. Someone is willing to be our henchman for free to wear down the soul beasts' stamina. We can just watch the show."
In the short time it took them to exchange those few words, there was already movement in the valley below.
The rugged-looking leader of the Body Sect clearly had no intention of probing them.
His gaze was fixed on the eight-armed vajra ape that was resting on the boulder, and he stomped his feet hard on the ground.
With a muffled thud, dirt splattered everywhere, and the big man was sent flying like a cannonball.
Two yellow, two purple, and four black—a total of eight dazzling soul rings rose one after another from beneath his feet, unleashing the ferocious pressure of an 86th-level offensive Soul Douluo without reservation.
During the charge, his already incredibly strong right arm suddenly began to undergo extremely exaggerated and terrifying deformation.
Large, dark yellow scales emerged from under the skin, and the bones emitted bursts of popping sounds.
Within seconds, the right arm had swelled to the thickness of a bucket, and a tangible phantom of a Qilin was even faintly condensing at its tip.
Each swing produced a dull whistling sound as it cut through the air.
Its posture was simply like an ancient Qilin shattering the void as it arrived.
The middle-aged man used no fancy techniques; his body drew a powerful arc in mid-air, and he directly swung up the Qilin's right arm, pressing his palm down towards the Eight-Armed Vajra Ape's head.
A dull, deafening roar pierced through the dense canopy and echoed through the valley. The resulting gust of wind swept away withered leaves and dust, indiscriminately scattering them in all directions and startling the low-level bird-like soul beasts hiding in the shadows for miles around.
Within Huo Yuhao's mental detection network, the enormous eight-armed Vajra Ape crashed to the ground, its massive body slamming into the rubble-strewn ground, creating a crater more than half a meter deep. Several hard rocks were even crushed into powder by its coarse fur.
The middle-aged man with the exaggeratedly swollen right arm put away his martial spirit, and the light of his eight spirit rings gradually faded, causing his thick right arm to return to some normal.
Faced with a full-force, head-on attack from an 86th-level, powerful attack-type Soul Douluo, this high-level Soul Beast, less than 20,000 years old, had no chance to resist. It lost consciousness cleanly and decisively, without even having time to let out a wail.
Xiao Xiao looked at the giant ape in her mind that had lost all resistance, her brows furrowed slightly, and her pink lips pursed in a helpless manner.
She was well aware of how difficult it would be to find a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast in the outer reaches of the Star Dou Great Forest whose attributes perfectly matched the Three Lives Soul-Suppressing Cauldron, not to mention that the age and characteristics of this Eight-Armed Vajra Ape completely met her expectations.
"I finally found a suitable soul beast, but someone else snatched it away first."
She sighed with some regret, looking at the lingering terrifying pressure of the middle-aged man in her mind, and turned to look at Huo Yuhao.
"Forget it, there's a real Soul Douluo on the other side, and those disciples don't seem weak either. Even if we all joined together, we wouldn't be able to beat him with one hand. Let's go, Brother Yuhao."
Wang Dong crossed his arms and nodded in strong agreement.
"Exactly, who knows where that slovenly old man who was supposed to escort us went?"
She turned her head away, her complaints coming out in rapid succession: "If Elder Xuan were here, with his terrifying strength, we could have justifiably snatched this soul beast, and even gotten him to help us. But now it's just the three of us, without even a high-ranking elder to keep things in check. We'd better not go over there and join the fun, lest we get ourselves into trouble."
Hearing the two girls back down, Huo Yuhao waved his hand dismissively. His icy blue eyes showed no fear, but rather a sense of composure as if he found things to be getting interesting.
"Don't be afraid, just watch me."
After saying this, he didn't give the two women a chance to continue persuading him. He directly severed the mental link, took long strides, and led the two women confidently into the depths of the valley.
In the middle of the valley.
Nurha walked up to the eight-armed vajra ape lying on the ground, stretched out his right arm covered with thick, old cocoons, and pressed it on the large, hard, dark golden fur, carefully sensing the condition inside its body.
Feeling the violent metallic soul power that was still flowing wildly through his meridians even in his unconscious state, he nodded with great satisfaction.
"It suits you perfectly, Xuanxin."
Nurha turned around, his gaze falling on the muscular boy. A rare hint of gentle appreciation appeared on his usually stern and rugged face.
Zuo Xuanxin strode forward, looking at the enormous ape with undisguised joy in her eyes, and even her two prominent trapezius muscles twitched slightly.
He was Nurhaci's personally accepted disciple.
In a secluded sect like the Body Sect, which relies entirely on the purity of one's martial soul and the potential of one's body, Zuo Xuanxin's talent is undoubtedly outstanding among the younger generation.
His main martial soul is two arms. The development potential of this kind of martial soul is extremely high. Moreover, his martial soul not only includes all the muscles and bone structure of both arms, but also covers the entire shoulder area. The completeness of his martial soul is ridiculously high.
In addition, his innate soul power, which reached level eight when he awakened, placed him among the top geniuses on the entire continent.
In contrast, Nurha's own martial spirit is only his right arm.
Although his innate soul power reached the level of a genius at level seven, due to the limitation of the completeness of his martial soul, under normal circumstances, the circulation path of his soul power and the upper limit of his physical potential could only support him to cultivate to the Soul Saint realm at most.
If it weren't for a chance encounter during an extremely dangerous hunt of a soul beast in his early years, during which he absorbed a fragment of the Qilin bloodline, causing a mutation in his right arm's martial soul, he would never have been able to reach the threshold of Soul Douluo in his entire life.
Having personally experienced the ceiling of martial soul completeness, Nurhaci and everyone else understood what Zuo Xuanxin's high level of martial soul completeness truly meant.
He placed extremely high hopes on this hardworking and pure-hearted disciple.
In his view, as long as he doesn't encounter any fatal accidents along the way, Zuo Xuanxin will not only be able to easily break through the shackles of the Title Douluo, but will also have a great chance to reach the level of Super Douluo and become the mainstay of the Body Sect in the future.
Congratulations, Senior Brother Zuo!
Several young disciples standing at the back, responsible for perimeter security, came forward one after another, showering them with compliments.
Hua Yangming, with his thick, umbrella-like hair, brushed aside his heavy bangs and spoke with a hint of heartfelt envy.
"This eight-armed Vajra Ape is simply tailor-made for Senior Brother Zuo. Whether it's the compatibility of his martial soul or the purity of his metals, it's perfect and flawless."
Li Gousheng, whose left leg had clearly grown longer, nodded repeatedly, his honest face full of approval.
"Moreover, the timing is perfect. Given the beast's physical strength, once Senior Brother absorbs this soul ring, the strength and defense of his arms will definitely increase to an extremely exaggerated level. He might even gain an offensive soul skill with explosive power."
Listening to the compliments from his fellow disciples, Zuo Xuanxin's smile grew even wider.
He was originally a martial arts fanatic obsessed with physical cultivation, and this top-grade soul ring that could greatly strengthen his arms was simply a fatal temptation for him.
Without any hesitation, he pulled a specially made steel dagger from the leather sheath at his waist, circulated his soul power, and his ridiculously thick arms swelled up again, the muscle fibers taut like strong steel cables, the dagger's edge aimed directly at the giant ape's relatively soft eyes.
Once this stab lands, the life of this ten-thousand-year-old eight-armed vajra ape will end completely, turning it into a precious black soul ring.
Just as he was about to finish off the soul beast cleanly, a clear, cold voice came from the direction of the valley entrance.
"Wait a minute."
The sound wasn't particularly loud, but in the open and quiet valley, it clearly reached the ears of every member of the sect.
Zuo Xuanxin paused in his hand movements, the sharp tip of the knife hovering less than half an inch from the Vajra Ape's eyeball. He turned his head, his brows furrowing even more deeply.
Nurha's eyes sharpened, and he immediately turned to look in the direction from which the sound came.
Accompanied by a series of undisguised footsteps, a tall and slender young man, accompanied by two outstandingly beautiful girls, entered their line of sight unhurriedly.
The person who arrived was Huo Yuhao.
His nearly 1.9-meter-tall figure resembled a vigorous pine tree, with his ice-blue hair falling smoothly over his shoulders, making his face exceptionally handsome.
There was not a trace of panic in his eyes, which were like deep, icy pools. At first glance, he seemed aloof and distant, but the faint smile at the corner of his mouth gave him a sunny and cheerful composure.
With his hands behind his back, Huo Yuhao looked past the members of the Body Sect who were standing by in full battle formation and directly at the unconscious eight-armed Vajra Ape.
"We've got our eye on this soul beast."
His tone was calm and confident, as if he were stating a trivial matter, completely disregarding the level 86 Soul Douluo in front of him.
The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the entire valley turned cold.
The young disciples of the Benti Sect looked at each other, wondering if the excessively handsome young man in front of them had something wrong with his head.
Just because he brought two seemingly delicate little girls, he dared to come and steal prey personally hunted by a Soul Douluo?
Nurha did not speak, but an undisguised anger appeared on his resolute and rugged face.
He stomped his foot hard, the heavy force causing the ground to tremble slightly. Large swaths of soil rolled outwards, and eight dazzling soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and four black—rose up from beneath his feet in succession. The terrifying pressure, belonging to the Soul Douluo level, pressed down mercilessly on Huo Yuhao and his companions.
There is only one Soul Beast.
There may only be one soul bone produced.
In the Star Dou Great Forest, a place where killing can break out at any time in the struggle for resources, saying in front of others that we have our eye on this soul beast is basically equivalent to directly declaring that we want to forcibly take away the ownership of the prey.
This behavior is tantamount to pointing a finger at the other party and declaring war.
As the ninth elder of the Benti Sect, Nurha was known for his fiery temper and was also famously protective of his own within the sect.
Faced with such an arrogant provocation, he had absolutely no intention of negotiating.
The violent pressure belonging to the level 86 powerful attack-type Soul Douluo was released without reservation, carrying an extremely strong sense of oppression, and pressed straight towards the location where Huo Yuhao and the other two were.
He was truly enraged and wanted to teach these three ignorant brats a lesson they would never forget.
Once this oppressive force materializes, these three little guys, who aren't even Soul Kings yet, will have their bones shattered even if they don't die, and will obediently lie in the mud and kowtow for mercy.
However, Huo Yuhao was never the kind of person who would endure hardship without facing it.
As the oppressive force rolled in, he didn't even lift his eyelids.
The First Martial Soul, Space-Time: The Spirit Eye Brain, quietly operates deep within the skull.
A wisp of invisible spiritual energy traveled along his fingertips and precisely caught several inconspicuous spacetime nodes in the surrounding void.
Under his guidance, the nodes that emitted a faint glow quickly intertwined and reassembled.
In the blink of an eye, a simple spacetime realm, imperceptible to the naked eye, expanded outward from him, like an inverted bowl, enveloping Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao behind him.
This spacetime boundary did not emit any energy fluctuations.
From the outside, Huo Yuhao and his two companions stood perfectly intact, not even the hem of their clothes was ruffled by the breeze.
In reality, the small space they were in had long been displaced and stripped away from the laws of the present world, forming a spacetime dislocation that could be seen with the naked eye but did not actually exist.
Nurhana's overwhelming soul power pressure seemed to mercilessly crush the three people's bodies.
In reality, it just hit a bunch of non-existent air.
A strong gust of wind carrying withered leaves swept across the valley.
Huo Yuhao crossed his arms, looking relaxed.
Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao stood unharmed behind him.
Nurhaci frowned.
He looked at the three young men in front of him who, despite his pressure, not only did not prostrate themselves but also did not even change their expressions. A hint of undisguised astonishment flashed deep in his eyes.
What exactly is going on?
He had already unleashed his full aura, so let alone a group of kids who weren't even Soul Kings, even Soul Douluos of the same level couldn't possibly perform so easily when they were caught off guard.
His right arm, which had swollen to a full size, remained in a posture of gathering strength, but his feet, which were preparing to charge, abruptly stopped.
Nurha did not dare to act rashly.
This unusual phenomenon made him instinctively feel that things were not simple.
On the edge of this dangerous core area, three delicate youngsters dared to run out so brazenly to steal prey. He would never believe it if you told him they didn't have a high-ranking elder secretly protecting them.
Perhaps that old monster lurking in the shadows is sitting atop some dense tree canopy, scrutinizing me right now.
"You fool, get out of here before I really lose my temper!"
Nurha raised his voice, making it extremely loud and echoing through the empty valley, "Otherwise, I don't care who's standing behind you, I won't be polite to you today!"
Although the reprimand sounded very forceful, it also carried a hint of probing, a kind of outward sternness masking inner weakness.
While uttering harsh words, he subtly extended his senses to the limit, attempting to locate the possible protector in the surrounding dense forest.
Despite the roar, Huo Yuhao remained unmoved.
Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao, who were standing behind him, subconsciously shrank back.
Although protected by the space-time barrier, they did not truly suffer from the suffocating physical pressure, but the undisguised malice of a high-level Soul Douluo still made them instinctively afraid.
This is simply a self-protective mechanism that a low-level Soul Master uses when facing a superior.
Wang Dong took a half step forward and grabbed Huo Yuhao's clothes from behind with one hand.
Xiao Xiao quietly moved to his side, trying her best to block the view from the outside world with his tall and straight body.
Huo Yuhao noticed the two girls' unease.
He took a half step back, naturally shielding the two people behind him and blocking their extremely aggressive gazes from the members of the main sect.
He raised his head again, meeting Nurha's hostile gaze, his tone still relaxed.
"Don't get so angry. I'm really not here to take this eight-armed golden ape from you."
He pointed to the enormous giant ape lying unconscious in the pit, and shrugged. "I just think it's a waste to kill it like that."
Huo Yuhao took a step forward.
"We can definitely sit down and discuss cooperation."
He offered his suggestion: "Everyone gets what they need, and in the end, everyone can obtain the soul ring of this eight-armed vajra ape. Wouldn't that be a win-win situation?"
This is certainly not something he's making up.
While outside the Meteor Dragon Canyon, he had already completely replicated the technique of artificially creating soul rings from Elex.
Back then, they could even forcibly create a god-level Time Dragon King soul ring, let alone this ordinary soul beast that was less than 20,000 years old.
As long as there is sufficient high-level soul beast flesh and blood as raw materials.
Then, the framework is built using the essence of spirit, and the soul patterns that determine the effects of soul skills are burned out.
He was able to continuously produce perfect Soul Rings in batches.
This eight-armed Vajra Ape, which has just crossed the ten-thousand-year threshold, possesses physical defense comparable to a high-level soul beast that is twenty thousand years old. It is simply a rare and top-quality material.
If the people of the Body Sect were allowed to kill it with a single blow, and then let the boy with the dual-armed martial spirit absorb its only soul ring, the massive bloodline essence and soul power within this behemoth would be completely destroyed.
Rather than causing such irreversible damage, it would be better to let him take the lead. He could use the unique properties of his soul power to create multiple Eight-Armed Vajra Ape Soul Rings of better quality.
It not only meets Xiao Xiao's attribute requirements for the Three Lives Soul-Suppressing Cauldron.
The muscular boy with arms also got what he wanted.
This is a win-win deal where no one loses.
However, for those in the BenTi Sect who have unwavering faith in the common knowledge of Soul Masters, these words are simply absurd.
A soul beast can only produce one soul ring.
This is an ironclad rule that has continued for tens of thousands of years on the Douluo Continent, a basic common sense that even a three-year-old child knows.
Can everyone obtain a Soul Ring?
Does this kid think he's a god who can change the rules?!
Members of this sect: ...
After a brief silence, a clear look of anger appeared on Zuo Xuanxin's resolute face.
His two thick arms were taut, the muscle lines coiled like steel cables, making him feel that this delicate-skinned guy was simply toying with him.
Even the usually mild-mannered Hua Yangming couldn't help but brush aside his bangs and glare at Huo Yuhao with hostility.
Li Gousheng's honest face was filled with resentment.
Nurha was so angry that he laughed instead.
He had initially been wary of what powerful old monster might be behind the other party, but after hearing such utterly absurd words that even an idiot couldn't fool, the suppressed anger in his heart finally erupted.
This kid not only looks down on everyone, but he also blatantly treats them like fools!
"How dare you, you brat, be so presumptuous!"
Nurha shouted angrily, so loudly that a large number of dead leaves fell from the surrounding trees.
The third purple millennium soul ring beneath his feet lit up, and his already thick right arm, enhanced by his soul skill, burst forth with a dazzling dark yellow light
Deep in the dense forest.
A strangely shaped golden creature was rapidly weaving through the intricate canopy of ancient trees.
This little thing looks like a dragon but isn't a dragon, and like a beast but isn't a beast.
Its entire body is covered with a layer of translucent dark gold scales, and soft, golden hair grows between the scales.
Below its four thick claws, clusters of pale golden auspicious clouds swirled, and it made not a sound as it stepped on the tree branches.
It leaped among the dense foliage, its slender form leaving an elegant golden trail in the air before landing steadily atop another ancient tree.
The most peculiar thing about it is its head, with a horn-like protrusion extending from each side of its head.
And in the center of those two protrusions on the forehead, there was a third, upright eye.
The vertical eye possessed a deep, crimson-gold luster, with a strange glint of light swirling within its pupil, giving it an air of indescribable nobility and majesty.
This is the highest-ranking being in the Star Dou Great Forest.
The Three-Eyed Golden Lion is an imperial auspicious beast that carries the fortune of the entire soul beast race.
It was leisurely wandering on the edge of the core area, planning to choose a light-attribute soul beast with over ten thousand years of cultivation as its meal for the day.
For this auspicious beast, which is born to stand at the top of the bloodline, hunting in this forest is as easy as picking fruit in its own backyard.
Just as they pinpointed the prey's location, a very peculiar smell suddenly wafted through the air.
It was a wonderful aroma that blended the scent of charred fat with various human seasonings, which was simply irresistible to a soul beast that ate only raw meat all year round.
The Three-Eyed Lion immediately abandoned its original hunting plan, changed direction, and followed the scent all the way.
It leaped swiftly through the trees, stopping every now and then to sniff the air, as if afraid of missing the increasingly rich fragrance.
But before it could go very far, the pleasant smell of burning began to fade.
It wasn't until it tracked the scent all the way to the outermost edge of the core area that the smell finally dissipated completely in the wind.
It stopped on a thick tree trunk and snorted in annoyance.
I finally came across something new and exciting, but then the clues just disappeared.
It shook its head, deciding not to dwell on such trivial matters, and prepared to find another unlucky but fortunate soul beast to fill its belly.
Before it could jump off the tree trunk, its reddish-gold vertical eye suddenly flashed.
As a special soul beast possessing the ultimate spiritual attribute, its vision has long surpassed the limitations of the physical realm.
His gaze easily pierced through the layers of tree canopies and illusions ahead, overcoming any obstacles, and directly locked onto a hidden valley several kilometers away.
Several humans were actually confronting each other there.
The three-eyed golden lion stopped in its tracks, its vertical eyes shifting slightly, bringing the distant scene into sharp focus.
After a brief observation, it immediately understood the group's intentions.
They've come here to hunt soul beasts again.
These greedy humans are absolutely wicked. All they do every day is burrow into the forest, treating the local inhabitants as expendable resources for their cultivation advancement.
It pondered whether it should call over Uncle Red King now to take action and leave these ignorant humans here forever.
The thought had barely surfaced when it was immediately suppressed by itself.
It decided to take another look.
Because something seemed a little off about the situation in that valley.
Instead of joining forces to deal with the soul beast, the two groups of humans started fighting each other over the unconscious creature on the ground.
This is quite an interesting thing.
The three-eyed golden lion lay down on the tree trunk, its fluffy tail swaying behind it.
It decided to watch the humans fight each other for a while before deciding whether to clear the area.
...
In the valley.
The atmosphere had dropped to freezing point.
The third purple soul ring beneath Nurha's feet shone brightly, and a layer of violent dark yellow flames instantly ignited on the surface of the swollen Qilin right arm.
Without any intention of testing the waters, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his heavy body burst forth like a ferocious beast unleashed from its cage.
He stomped a deep crater in the ground, causing large patches of soil to roll outwards, and the dark yellow flames left a long trail in the air.
The scorching hot fist tore through the air, flames erupting as it smashed straight toward Huo Yuhao's face.
Faced with the furious attack of this level 86 Soul Douluo, Huo Yuhao didn't even move an inch.
The fourth soul ring of his first martial soul quietly lit up deep within his skull.
Passive Soul Skill: Image Neuron Activation.
The soul power circulation path, the fire attribute composition, and even every contraction of the muscle fibers when the Qilin's right arm exerted force in Nurha's punch were all clearly dissected in the vision of the Time-Space Spirit Eye Brain.
Huo Yuhao looked at the flames coming towards him, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and the fire attribute source of the Titan God's blood within his body surged instantly.
He raised his right hand and threw a punch, without using any fancy soul skills.
A layer of scorching crimson flames surged from the fist, sweeping away like a replica of the opposite side.
Their fists collided violently in mid-air.
Two raging flames swept outwards from the point of impact, the resulting shockwaves uprooting several sturdy ancient trees in the vicinity.
Zuo Xuanxin and several other disciples of the Ben Ti Sect were forced to take several steps back, raising their arms in front of them to barely resist the scorching heat.
Under Huo Yuhao's protection of his spatial dimension, not a single hair on Wang Dong's head was blown by the wind.
In this seemingly unequal clash of forces, Huo Yuhao's figure only swayed slightly.
Nurha's charge was abruptly halted by that seemingly pale and slender fist.
In this clash, the two were evenly matched.
Nurha watched this scene, withdrew his numb right arm, took a half step back, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.
Then, the shock completely transformed into an even more uncontrollable rage.
Although he hadn't used his full strength, this kid actually dared to use a soul skill similar to a copy to replicate his moves and fight him.
This act of learning something new and then immediately applying it is clearly a provocation against oneself.
This is the greatest insult to him, an 86th-level power-attack type Soul Douluo.
Nurha roared, and the fifth black ten-thousand-year soul ring beneath his feet suddenly shone brightly.
This time, the dark yellow flames burning on his right arm were no longer a simple cover.
The violent soul power surged outwards along the meridians, condensing directly into a ferocious fire dragon in mid-air.
The temperature of the surrounding air rose sharply, and even the gravel on the ground was scorched and made a series of fine cracking sounds.
Nurha unleashed another fiery fist, unlike the previous one which was merely a surge of flames. Instead, it resembled a roaring fire dragon, carrying terrifyingly high temperatures capable of incinerating everything, and once again pounced towards Huo Yuhao.
Seeing the enormous fire dragon approaching, Huo Yuhao showed no intention of backing down.
Hmm.
Oh, I see. I get it now!
He muttered something in an extremely relaxed tone, his eyes revealing a hint of pleasure at mastering something new.
The next moment, the path of his soul power circulation changed instantly.
The ultimate ice essence belonging to the Titan's blood erupted in full force, surging wildly into his arms along his limbs and bones.
Huo Yuhao threw a punch.
A powerful surge of cold air erupted from his fist, instantly transforming into solid ice in mid-air. Like a roaring ice dragon, it crashed into the scorching fire dragon.
The two collided, and extreme cold and extreme heat tangled wildly in mid-air, instantly spreading out large swaths of water vapor.
Neither of the two dragons was weaker than the other
A thick cloud of steam billowed out, obscuring most of the view from the center of the valley.
Nurha withdrew his numb right arm and took half a step back.
He looked at the tall, slender figure that was faintly visible in the white mist not far away, and his eyelids twitched involuntarily.
Although the fire dragon attack just now wasn't used at full strength, it was definitely not something a junior below the Soul Saint level could easily withstand.
Even a Soul Emperor-level expert who takes this attack head-on will be burned to a crisp by the violent fire attribute.
But the other party not only blocked it without getting hurt, but didn't even move an inch.
What alarmed Nurha most was the frigid air that was surging back wildly.
He originally thought that the other party was also using fire attribute and wanted to have a head-on confrontation with him.
But the result was completely unexpected.
That chill was not ordinary ice; it possessed a domineering quality that could freeze even the surrounding space.
This is the oppressive force of the ultimate ice.
A strong gust of wind blew by, completely dispersing the moisture in the valley.
Nurha saw Huo Yuhao's appearance clearly and frowned even more.
Huo Yuhao's once fair and well-proportioned right arm has now undergone exaggerated deformation.
A layer of crystal-clear, ice-blue scales covers the skin surface, while the bones and muscle fibers present an extremely wild sense of expansion.
Not only were the contours identical to his own Qilin Arm, but even the faint aura of bloodline pressure emanating from it was exactly the same.
On one side was a thick arm burning with dark yellow flames, and on the other side was an icy blue arm radiating extreme cold.
The image has a strange sense of parallelism.
Is he also a Qilin Arm Martial Soul?
Something's not right.
This is absolutely, positively wrong!
Nurha quickly reviewed his entire life in his mind. He had always been chaste and celibate, and was still a pure virgin. How could he possibly have offspring? Moreover, even if they were his offspring, they would only inherit the Qilin bloodline; their original martial soul could not be inherited normally. How could they possibly mutate to the extreme ice attribute!
Huo Yuhao raised his Ice Soul Qilin arm and slowly moved his wrist.
The joints rubbed together, producing a crisp cracking sound.
The feeling of perfectly replicating someone else's martial soul transformation is indeed quite wonderful.
Originally, his fourth soul skill, Impression Neuron, could only copy the effects of the opponent's soul skills and the path of soul power circulation.
However, since the addition of the two passive skills from the fifth divine-level soul ring, the situation has been completely different.
Constant ordered numbers accurately record the fixed structure and muscle fiber morphology of Nurha's martial spirit.
Non-constant and unstable ordinal numbers are created by using chaotic variables to capture and analyze all unstable quantum ordinal numbers that Huo Yuhao cannot observe, and then feed them back to himself.
With the support of the three-colored soul cores within his dantian evolving into Yongzhen, everything became perfectly logical.
Anything locked onto by his spiritual eyes could be forcibly simulated without any error, including the origin of the martial soul, the characteristics of the soul bone, and even the transformation of the bloodline.
The only difference between this Ice Soul Qilin Arm and Nurha's is that the flames have been replaced with the ultimate ice transformed from the three-colored soul cores. The muscle power generation techniques are exactly the same.
Zuo Xuanxin stared wide-eyed at the scene.
Li Gousheng and Hua Yangming looked at each other in bewilderment.
Everyone: ...
They couldn't understand how their Ninth Elder's prized mutated martial soul had inexplicably grown onto someone else's body.
Nurha ignored the shock of his disciples.
He suppressed the absurdity in his heart and decided to stop this meaningless remote probing.
Regardless of whether it's some kind of lost martial spirit, let's defeat it first.
He stomped his foot hard, and the fifth black ten-thousand-year soul ring shone brightly, its dark yellow light enveloping his entire body.
The already thick right arm swelled again, the raging flames compressed to their limit, even giving the surface of the scales a dark golden luster similar to magma.
"The Flaming Qilin Arm!"
Nurha shouted, his tall figure leaving a trail of afterimages, like an enraged ancient beast, as he charged straight at Huo Yuhao.
This time, he chose the purest and most brutal close-quarters combat.
Seeing the burly man rushing towards him, Huo Yuhao didn't even blink, and no spirit rings shone on his body.
Deep within the skull, the Time-Space-Brain Micro-Brain operates quietly.
The two soul skills of the fifth soul ring, "Constant Ordinal Number" and "Non-Constant Unstable Ordinal Number", are activated simultaneously.
All visible physical attack trajectories and all imperceptible soul power disturbances were ruthlessly dismantled by the massive calculation model in his mind.
He had precise control over his opponent's next footstep, the angle of his punch, the point of muscle exertion, and even the direction of the surrounding air distorted by the high temperature.
In a spacetime dimension beyond reality, this instant is sliced into infinite spacetime slices, stacked into countless layers.
"Hmm~" Huo Yuhao had mastered everything about the Soul Skill "Junyan Qilin Arm" and even optimized it to a more perfect way of execution.
He didn't back down. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and crashed into the dark yellow meteor.
"Ice Soul Qilin Arm".
Huo Yuhao spoke calmly, the icy blue scales on his right arm shining brightly, all the extreme cold energy compressed onto his fist.
A deafening roar echoed through the center of the valley.
The two fists, so different in size, collided without any fancy moves.
The extreme cold and extreme heat of their soul forces clashed violently at the point where their fists met, creating a visible energy ripple.
Nurha originally thought that with his level 86 Soul Douluo foundation and his well-trained physique, he would definitely be able to crush his opponent in close combat.
But the moment their powers truly clashed, his eyelids twitched, and an incredulous shock welled up inside him.
The power transmitted from that ice-blue fist, which looked noticeably smaller, was as continuous as an overwhelming tidal wave.
This is a physique that a young person could never possess!
He felt as if he had punched an unshakeable, ancient iceberg, and the bones in his arm groaned in agony as if they could not bear the weight.
How could I possibly lose to a greenhorn in terms of strength!
That's absolutely impossible!
Nurha's heart burned with anger, his rugged face filled with resentment, and he poured all his soul power into his right arm without reservation.
He attempted to forcefully suppress his opponent using his immense spiritual power.
Just as he unleashed his full soul power, an extremely domineering chill swept along the contact surface of his fist, brutally tearing through his protective flames.
The corrosive power of the extreme ice, which could freeze even the soul, spread wildly upwards along his meridians like maggots clinging to bones.
The blood within the meridians, which had been boiling like magma, actually showed signs of congealing under the invasion of this cold air.
A thick layer of white frost quickly covered half of his right arm, forcibly extinguishing the dark yellow flames as well.
If you keep pushing yourself like this, your entire arm, along with the meridians inside, will be completely ruined.
Nurha gritted his teeth and could only dissipate the force in his fist, retreating backward in a very embarrassing manner