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Chapter 178 This round, I won.
Chapter 178 This time, I won.
On the viewing platform atop the imperial city walls.
Xu Jiawei's hands unconsciously gripped the armrests of the chair, then slowly loosened, and he leaned back against the wide chair back, a thoughtful expression on his face, pondering to himself.
"Soul spirit, Spirit Pagoda... so that's the relationship. Huo Yuhao, you've really given me another huge surprise."
As the current emperor of the Star Luo Empire, Xu Jiawei has seen and thought on a far greater level than anyone else present.
This groundbreaking technology will inevitably, like the soul tool revolution thousands of years ago, completely change the existing landscape of the soul master world.
The Spirit Pagoda, at the center of this storm, will undoubtedly rise rapidly with its unique technology of soul spirits, becoming a top force on par with Shrek Academy.
As for what role their Star Luo Empire, and even the Star Crown Sect behind it, should play in this impending wave of change, and how they should conduct themselves, they must carefully consider these questions.
Thinking of this, Xu Jiawei, who originally thought he had solved the major problem of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion left by his ancestors and could finally relax for a while, felt a headache coming on again.
His gaze passed over the city wall and landed on Ma Xiaotao and Ling Luochen, who, even after stepping off the competition platform, were still vying for Huo Yuhao on their left and right. He couldn't help but sigh softly.
He waved to the eunuch beside him and said in a deep voice:
"After all the matches this morning have finished, have Princess Jiu Jiu come to the Imperial Study to see me."
After speaking, Xu Jiawei looked at the dozens of earth-attribute soul masters below who were urgently repairing the competition stage, and as if he suddenly thought of something, he added again:
"From then on, in all matches involving Shrek Academy, the Heavenly Fiend Douluo himself served as the referee and presided over the matches."
The strength Shrek Academy is currently demonstrating has far exceeded what the previous referee, who was at the Soul Douluo level, could handle.
Faced with that terrifying 100,000-year-old soul skill, the referee, with his Soul Douluo cultivation level, probably has to consider whether he should risk his life to save the opposing Soul Master Academy contestant.
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In the undead demiplane.
Huo Yuhao looked at the eager blonde girl beside him and sighed with a headache: "Do we really have to fight here?"
"Of course!" Yu Mengdi glanced at Huo Yuhao defiantly. "You've put me in this state, are you trying to shirk responsibility?"
As she spoke, she scanned her surroundings.
The surrounding terrain was undulating, and under the hazy sky, apart from the strange halo emanating from the distant location of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye, the entire plane was barren and desolate.
The air was still thick with the scent of death and darkness.
However, unlike the discomfort she felt after entering this place last time, Yu Mengdi now felt her martial spirit becoming more and more active, as if a fish had returned to the water.
Hearing Yu Mengdi's misleading words and seeing her acting as if she was taking the initiative, Huo Yuhao suppressed his urge to complain.
He did not play again after appearing in the second round of the round-robin tournament until the end of the entire round-robin tournament.
This completely thwarted the idea of a certain angel who wanted to take advantage of the competition, when he was somewhat restrained, to poke his butt hard.
However, Yu Mengdi's martial soul mutation is progressing more and more deeply, and when she is fully activating her martial soul, it is already difficult to hide the aura of death it contains.
This is why Yu Mengdi suddenly came to our door, insisting on a fight here.
Not only because they can act freely in the undead demiplane without worrying about being exposed, but more importantly, it is also to study the special characteristics of this mutated martial soul, the Death Angel.
Even though he understood the other party's thinking, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but ask his own question: "Even if we're going to fight, why are there so many restrictions?"
Not only can't they use soul tools, but they can't even activate the Golden Dragon King's bloodline.
"Hmph, are those messy, nonsensical abilities a proper Soul Master should possess?"
Yu Mengdi puffed out her chest and replied without batting an eye.
"I come from the Heavenly Soul Empire, and I believe in the traditional fighting style of Soul Masters. Soul tools are merely external objects. As for your bloodline, does that have anything to do with your Martial Soul, which is worth one gold Soul coin?"
Yu Mengdi had long seen through it; Huo Yuhao's ability to transform into a humanoid golden dragon was entirely derived from his own bloodline and had absolutely nothing to do with his martial soul.
It is precisely because of this that he was able to achieve such an exaggerated increase in power by relying on the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King, almost unrestricted by his own soul power cultivation.
According to Yu Mengdi's estimate, stripped of these methods, Huo Yuhao's current Soul Master cultivation level, even with the Ultimate Ice Martial Soul, would be limited to being able to rival a Soul Emperor-level Soul Master.
Her previous Angelic Martial Soul was already close to the threshold of a top-tier Martial Soul, and now it has mutated into the unique Death Angel.
Once the mutation is fully completed, it will probably be almost indistinguishable from a true ultimate martial soul.
With his genuine Soul King cultivation level, wouldn't he have a chance to defeat Huo Yuhao fair and square in terms of pure Soul Master ability?
If I win, I can rightfully and properly spank him and make him pay the price for his "crimes"!
Just thinking about that wonderful scene made Yu Mengdi feel her blood rush faster.
The angels of justice will surely carry out their divine punishment today!
As the two stood in a relatively flat open space, Yu Mengdi's golden eyes had turned into a deep, dark blue, with flames of fighting spirit burning within them.
"Listen carefully, I definitely won't lose to you this time."
Yu Mengdi declared confidently, then, as if remembering something, added with a serious expression, "By the way, you're also not allowed to use that trick of conjuring up a bunch of 100,000-year soul rings to scare people."
Hearing the other party's insistence on adding supplementary clauses before even starting the fight, Huo Yuhao's lips twitched. In the end, he gave up arguing and nodded helplessly.
"Okay, okay, whatever you say. To be honest, I'm also very curious to see what's so special about your current 'Angel of Death'."
As Huo Yuhao finished speaking, Yu Mengdi soared into the air, revealing five spirit rings: two yellow, two purple, and one black.
Behind her, a pair of pure white wings unfurled, radiating a rich golden light.
But in the next instant, the dazzling golden light was swallowed up by the eerie blue flames, and even the pure white wings gradually turned into a cold gray-white color under the blue light.
The golden longsword in her hand, originally formed from her first soul skill, the Sacred Twin Swords, had now transformed into a pair of ancient, black and gray blades, with eerie blue flames swirling around them, emanating a strong aura of death.
Compared to before, when she releases her Angelic Martial Soul, she appears even more radiant and captivating under the illumination of light.
Now, shrouded in an aura of death, Yu Mengdi exudes an even more aloof and unapproachable aura.
With a sudden flap of her greyish-white wings, Yu Mengdi's figure created a series of afterimages, instantly closing the distance between the two to less than ten meters.
Her second spirit ring suddenly lit up, and a strong blue halo emanated from her wings, all of which was poured into the twin swords of death in her hands.
The dark blue flames grew even brighter, and the two swords crossed in front of his chest before he slashed out fiercely.
Suddenly, a huge cross-shaped light blade with a diameter of over five meters descended from the sky, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.
As the cross slash landed, the ghostly blue sparks scattered and flew everywhere, transforming into clusters of deathly flames that burned continuously in the void.
That chilling aura that penetrated to the bone marrow did not invade from the outside, but acted directly on the soul, as if to freeze and wither one's spirit and will.
Sensing the special aura contained within the cross-shaped light blade, Huo Yuhao's eyebrows twitched slightly.
Compared to Yu Mengdi's previous second soul skill, "Holy Radiance Cross Slash," it possesses a pure holy attribute attack and is accompanied by the burning effect of holy flames.
Now, this "Withering Cross Slash" is not only a change in attributes, but more importantly, it also carries the erosion of the mental level.
The combat technique of "Ruling the World" combines physical and mental attacks, and it is somewhat similar in its approach.
However, compared to the already relatively complete "Reign Over the World," this is merely an effect that comes with Yu Mengdi's second soul skill, and it is clearly far from impressive.
Huo Yuhao stopped thinking about it and an extremely cold aura soared into the sky.
He raised his right hand high in the air, and a long sword made entirely of deep blue ice crystals appeared out of thin air in his hand.
The next instant, the longsword slashed down fiercely.
A deep blue light streaked across the sky, creating a magnificent arc, while the incomparably sharp sword light emitted a piercing shriek.
Wherever the sword light passed, visible cracks appeared in the air, as if the space itself had been frozen into ice by the extreme cold, and then cleaved open by this sword.
Emperor's Sword, Unrivaled Ice!
The soaring deep blue sword light instantly devoured the descending azure cross slash, and its power remained undiminished as it continued to sweep towards Yu Mengdi in mid-air.
If Yu Mengdi hadn't reacted quickly, her wings twisting and vibrating at an incredible angle to elevate her body and barely dodge the terrifying sword light, she would probably have been frozen into an ice sculpture in the next instant.
Feeling the extreme chill brushing past her, Yu Mengdi shivered violently.
Faced with this sword strike that seemed to cleave the heavens and earth in two, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.
The idea that he could use his cultivation and the Death Angel, which was no weaker than the ultimate martial soul, to severely punish Huo Yuhao vanished at this moment.
But Yu Mengdi's eyes quickly regained their unwillingness to admit defeat, and her third and fifth spirit rings lit up one after another.
The pale blue flames surged again, transforming from a deep blue into a dazzling incandescent color.
A gigantic angelic figure, radiating the contradictory auras of holiness and death, appeared behind Yu Mengdi.
Countless gray-white angel feathers slowly fell from the sky, and the sound of evening bells seemed to echo faintly in the void, making the entire space feel unusually oppressive and heavy.
Yu Mengdi's wings flapped violently again, and she plummeted downwards, shouting, "Listen! The evening bell has revealed your destiny!"
As she fell, the two swords in her hands merged into one, transforming into a massive two-handed greatsword.
As she swung her sword, the enormous angelic shadow behind her, the greyish-white feathers falling from the sky, and the echoing evening bells in the void all trembled together, merging into this single strike.
From afar, she looked like a blazing sun falling from the sky, carrying the power to judge all things, crashing down with a deafening roar.
Even in this exceptionally dark undead demiplane, it still emitted an intense light that was impossible to look directly at.
Huo Yuhao narrowed his eyes slightly, savoring the extraordinary blow with great interest.
On the surface, the soul power fluctuation of this attack was much stronger than before, and its attribute had once again transformed from death to light.
But a strong sense of warning rose in his mind, constantly reminding him that this attack probably contained some extremely special ability.
Without the slightest hesitation, ice-blue dragon scales instantly covered Huo Yuhao's body, and three orange-gold spirit rings emerged from behind him, lighting up simultaneously with the first and third spirit rings.
The original ice-blue dragon scales further crystallized, becoming even more translucent, with an additional layer of strange ice-blue patterns on the surface, rendering a dreamlike ice-blue color, like the most magnificent ice-crystal sapphire.
Behind Huo Yuhao, a huge phantom of an ice dragon appeared, its extreme cold dragon might spreading wildly.
The temperature in the air was dropping at an alarming rate, and tiny ice crystals were even beginning to condense in the air.
The next instant, Huo Yuhao stomped his feet on the ground and used the momentum to rise up, shooting into the sky like a cannonball.
With a swing of his right dragon claw, an even larger dragon claw, entirely forged from ice crystals, condensed.
A chilling light flickered, carrying an extreme cold that could freeze everything, and it reached straight for Yu Mengdi, who was slashing down from above.
The Ice Dragon King's third soul skill, "Frost Dragon Soul," and its first soul skill, "Ice Dragon Claw."
With the powerful self-amplifying soul skill, Frost Dragon Soul, even if Huo Yuhao's true soul power is only Soul Venerable, even a low-level Soul Saint would probably not dare to easily take his claw head-on.
Boom—
The attacks from both sides collided violently in mid-air, causing the entire void to tremble violently, and terrifying shockwaves raged outwards.
But in the next instant, an even more terrifying and domineering aura suddenly erupted from Huo Yuhao's body, and a deafening dragon roar resounded throughout the entire demiplane.
A golden light flashed, and Huo Yuhao's figure had already grown to ten feet tall, his entire body covered with magnificent golden dragon scales.
He slowly descended from mid-air, carrying in his hand Yu Mengdi, whose face was deathly pale, whose clothes were tattered, but whose golden eyes were shining brightly at this moment.
Although her current disheveled state of being carried reminded Yu Mengdi of some less-than-pleasant memories, she couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"You've used the power of your bloodline. As we agreed before, I've won this match."
(End of this chapter)