A glow enveloped Huo Yuhao's face, and his cold and transcendent true appearance was finally revealed to everyone.
At this point, there was no longer any need for him to hide his identity.
"Let's fight them!" Even without their martial souls, most of the members of the Proud Sword Sect were experts in using swords. With the enhancement of their soul power, they were confident they could cause Huo Yuhao a great deal of trouble.
"Hao, let me handle this."
Die Qiu held the Golden Dragon Spear and, without waiting for Huo Yuhao to speak, charged towards the group of Proud Sword Sect disciples.
Huo Yuhao opened his mouth, then lowered the hands he had just been about to form a hand seal with. He could have summoned a wooden dragon to clear the field, but since Die Qiu wanted to play with them, he would just have to keep a close eye on things.
Die Qiu tilted her head up slightly, her pink, beautiful eyes full of pride. In the next moment, she had already moved. Holding the long spear, she strode forward. Her steps were steady. Huo Yuhao also wanted to see just how much of the Golden Dragon Spear's power she could unleash.
The disciples of the Proud Sword Sect had clearly practiced battle formations quite a bit. The few in the front, holding longswords made of some unknown metal, surrounded Die Qiu in a crescent moon formation.
Die Qiu's steps stopped in that instant. She gently pushed the long spear forward, and it slid out of her hand. Her right hand quickly grasped the spear tip at the other end. In this way, she had used the full length of the Golden Dragon Spear to its maximum potential.
In the next moment, a clear dragon's cry sounded. A golden light burst forth from Die Qiu's body, and the long spear became an extension of that golden light. As Die Qiu's body spun, the long spear instantly danced, circling around her. The brilliant golden light was like a halo expanding from her body, quickly creating a golden curtain of light.
The Proud Sword Sect disciples did not dare to be negligent. The Golden Dragon Spear in Die Qiu's hand faintly gave them a strange sense of pressure. The crescent moon formation suddenly changed. The three disciples in the very center erupted with astonishing sword intent and, along with the four disciples on the sides, attacked simultaneously from the front, left, and right.
In terms of understanding and using weapons, Die Qiu, being of soul beast origin, might not be as good as human soul masters. But she was a power-attack type battle soul master with the Golden Dragon martial soul. She would not show the slightest cowardice when facing a few opponents of similar cultivation level.
The Golden Dragon King was the ancestor of strength. Die Qiu, who possessed a trace of his bloodline, fully utilized her advantage. Facing the strange sword moves coming from three directions, she chose to use overwhelming force to break through all techniques.
The three-and-a-half-meter-long spear fully made the members of the Proud Sword Sect feel the characteristic of a longer weapon being stronger. Die Qiu just stood in place and made a gesture of sweeping through a thousand troops. Wherever the long spear passed, all the longswords it collided with broke with a loud crack, and the Proud Sword Sect disciples who couldn't dodge in time were also cut with a bloody gash.
Seeing this scene, a playful look couldn't help but appear on Huo Yuhao's face. Not considering the various strange soul skills, in most cases of cold weapon duels, a longer weapon was a stronger weapon. Rushing in close against a long spear tip? You're thinking too much.
As the saying goes, the sword is the king of weapons, the pinnacle of the art of weaponry. That's a saying from a low-level fantasy world. In mortal army combat, whether it be infantry or cavalry, weapons like spears and lances are the king of all weapons. If forced into close combat, they have broadswords and short daggers for self-defense. The performance of a sword is mediocre. Whether for thrusting or slashing, it is far inferior to a saber or a spear, so armies basically don't carry them.
As for higher-level fantasy worlds, do they think playing with a sword is cool? What's this about the man and sword becoming one, a sword man? Why not go and try to take on the Heavenly Emperor's Cauldron, the Desolate Pagoda, or the Bell of Wu Shi?
Therefore, Huo Yuhao looked down on this sword-playing sect from the very beginning. From the moment he decided to step onto the mountain gate of the Proud Sword Sect, he had given up the idea of recruiting this sect as one of his own forces.
The entire process of the white-weapon battle fully demonstrated Die Qiu's fierce and domineering fighting style, making it impossible to look at directly. It also once again showed everyone just how powerful this Golden Dragon girl was.
From the battle just now, because he had been using his Spiritual Detection, Huo Yuhao could still clearly feel the changes in Die Qiu's body during the fight.
When she was attacking, her vitality would become incredibly strong, thus erupting with a powerful force that did not belong to the category of soul power. This force was what erupted outwards when the dragon's cry appeared, and it perfectly combined with her own soul power. And that golden long spear was clearly like a part of her body, able to perfectly amplify her own strength and soul power. Otherwise, how could she have broken the longswords in the hands of the Proud Sword Sect disciples right from the start?
"That girl's dragon-type bloodline level is very high." Nan Shuishui, who had been observing all along, pointed out the characteristic of Die Qiu's Golden Dragon martial soul. The Rouge Dragon inherited by their Earth Dragon Gate was a dragon-type martial soul. If not for the fact that her soul power was much higher than the latter's, she would have had to bow her head in submission the moment the Golden Dragon King's aura erupted.
"This girl is too strong." Nan Qiūqiū swallowed with difficulty. Her soul power cultivation was already inferior to Die Qiu's, so her body had already begun to tremble uncontrollably.
"It should be a Dragon King-type martial soul, otherwise the bloodline suppression wouldn't be so exaggerated." Wu Jie, who was on the side, added. Like Nan Shuishui, he also had a dragon-type martial soul, so he naturally had the same feeling.
Ning Yunyuan watched the changes in the situation in the field thoughtfully. Perhaps many beast martial soul soul masters had already been intimidated by Die Qiu's powerful bloodline pressure, but his attention was always on Huo Yuhao.
To be able to subdue a genius with a Dragon King-level martial soul was enough to prove how heaven-defying Huo Yuhao himself was.
"Ah..." Chen He, who was bound by the vines, finally couldn't help but scream in pain, his mouth hysterically shouting, "I ask all friends from the various sects to lend this sect a helping hand. After this is over, this Chen will definitely have a heavy reward..."
"This sect has a treasured ten-thousand-year soul bone in its collection..."
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of everyone present changed. This was a supreme treasure! A ten-thousand-year soul ring and a ten-thousand-year soul bone had long been called the most precious treasures in the world today. Obtaining them was already extremely difficult, so one could imagine their allure.
Die Qiu also heard Chen He's cry for help, and a layer of frost instantly covered her pretty face. It was extremely difficult for any soul beast to grow to a hundred thousand years. She was the only Auspicious Beast on the Douluo Continent. Those soul beasts that had grown to the hundred-thousand-year level by relying on her good fortune were all her subjects...
For a time, Die Qiu's attacks became even more ferocious. In just a short while, more than a dozen powerful Proud Sword Sect disciples had died on her long spear.
Sure enough, hearing that Chen He was going to take out a ten-thousand-year soul bone as a reward for the major sects present, many sects that were already on good terms with the Proud Sword Sect could not sit still. They all stood up and turned their gazes to Huo Yuhao.
To this, Huo Yuhao's expression was blank. No matter how many small fry there were, they were still just small fry.
"All members of the Wind Sword Sect, follow this Sect Master to defeat the Demon King Huo Yuhao and rescue the Proud Sword Sect!"
"All accompanying personnel of the Black Tiger Sect, listen to my command! Kill Huo Yuhao and save Sect Master Chen!"
"Disciples of the Holy Armor Gate, step forward..."
"Hehuan Sect..."
"..."
More and more sects were attracted by that ten-thousand-year soul bone. One after another, they slammed the table and stood up, putting on an air of being irreconcilable with the Demon King Huo Yuhao. Among them were as many as three Titled Douluo-level experts.
"There's even a sect like the Hehuan Sect?" Huo Yuhao's eyes instantly lit up. This was a good place to go! Why didn't he just transmigrate here back then?
Sure enough, in the face of a rare treasure like a ten-thousand-year soul bone, these guys all lost their rationality.
In their view, Huo Yuhao only had two people. They were far from having the lineup they had when they attacked Shrek Academy three years ago. There was still a chance to be taken.
"Demon King Huo Yuaho, you are surrounded by us! Why don't you surrender?" A tall and sturdy man shouted, his body immediately erupting with the terrifying aura of a Titled Douluo.