Seeing more and more powerful soul masters surrounding them, Die Qiu had no choice but to retract the Golden Dragon Spear and retreat to Huo Yuhao's side.
She finally understood how different Huo Yuhao was from the Huo Gua of the original timeline.
The fifteen-year-old Huo Gua was still an exchange student at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy, sparring with Ji Juechen and the others, and secretly learning soul tool technology. But the fifteen-year-old Huo Yuhao had already achieved the unfading prestige of a Demon King, looking down on the world, suppressing Titled Douluo with a raise of his hand.
"The Demon King Huo Yuhao is right in front of us! Whoever takes his head gets the hundred-thousand-year soul bone!"
It's unknown who shouted this, but it instantly gave these fearless soul masters a shot of adrenaline. A greedy light appeared in their eyes as they closed in on Huo Yuhao and the other.
"Hao, what's your plan?" Die Qiu glanced at these people with a calm expression and asked.
"Gathering desire to become a powerful person, such courage is worthy of praise. But you small fry, do you know that so-called desires and beautiful dreams must eventually return to reality." Huo Yuhao's face remained calm as ever, a faint, mocking smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Points of light gathered and took shape in Huo Yuhao's hand. It was a staff with a gem inlaid at the top. As Huo Yuhao chanted, the staff began to glow, and several Gates of the Undead appeared one by one behind him.
"He's summoning ghostly creatures, stop him!" An expert present had heard of and analyzed Huo Yuhao's methods. Knowing that he was about to summon those strange undead creatures, he quickly shouted a reminder.
Hearing this, some agility-type soul masters' expressions turned grave. They all launched attacks at the rising Gates of the Undead, using all sorts of long-range output methods. There were even some who, relying on their strong physical constitution, planned to capture the king to capture the thieves, and charged at Huo Yuhao, who was holding the staff high and chanting an incantation.
However, all of this was in vain. Under Huo Yuhao's powerful spiritual interference, their attacks all missed. The occasional soul power light clusters that hit the Gates of the Undead were unable to cause any damage to the gates at all.
As for himself, a thunder shield rose directly around his body, blocking all incoming attacks and even unexpectedly harvesting a few electrocuted corpses.
This was the first time Huo Yuhao had officially dispatched his Thunderous Nether Vine soul spirit for combat. As the most violent power in the world, the power of thunder possessed unparalleled attack power. Even though it only had two hundred thousand years of cultivation, the attack power of the soul skill it granted Huo Yuhao was not something these ten-thousand-year soul skills could compare to.
"When did this Huo Yuhao get another lightning soul skill? Doesn't he have a body martial soul eye, Ultimate Wood, and an ice blade, three martial souls?" Many soul masters who had made useless efforts stood in place and muttered. Huo Yuhao's trump cards seemed to have grown quite a bit in the past three years.
The Gates of the Undead finally opened slowly under the terrified gazes of everyone. A mountain and sea of skeleton soldiers and corpse knights charged out, overwhelming the thousand or so Proud Sword Sect disciples in a single encounter. The extermination of the Proud Sword Sect had undoubtedly officially entered its countdown.
Although Huo Yuhao could also use his Immortal Spirit Wood martial soul to directly level the Proud Sword Sect, that would undoubtedly be too fast and would not bring fear to this world. What he was doing now could also be said to be making an example of the Proud Sword Sect. When the God of Destruction helped him find the abyssal plane, that would be the time for him to temporarily leave this continent.
If someone were to invade the People's Nation of Heavenly Soul that he had founded right after he left, then all his previous efforts would have been in vain.
As Huo Yuhao's spiritual realm improved, the undead creatures he could summon from the undead plane also became stronger, including existences like Abominations and Bone Dragons, which were comparable to human Soul Douluo or even Titled Douluo. He could now create several of them.
"Listen, the screams of your Proud Sword Sect disciples, isn't it very pleasant?" Huo Yuhao came before Chen He, raised a foot, and placed it on the latter's head, his smile full of chilling killing intent.
"Huo Yuhao, an evil existence like you will one day be punished by the gods!" Chen He was completely unable to break free from the restraints of the Immortal Spirit Wood. Even if he wanted to self-destruct, the current Immortal Spirit Wood could instantly drain his soul power. It was truly an unsolvable situation.
Facing Chen He's stubborn words, Huo Yuhao was dismissive. "The gods you speak of, I fought them three years ago. It was a Second-Class God and a Third-Class God, plus two divine beasts. But they were all wrecked by me."
"You... impossible!" Chen He's eyes were wide with anger. Although he was unwilling to believe it, he suddenly realized that with Huo Yuhao's current abilities, there was absolutely no need for him to lie.
"Hehe, you reclusive sects, so self-righteously aloof, you don't restrain your disciples with improper conduct at all, harming the common people. You deserve to die." At this point, Huo Yuhao had no more patience to waste words with him. His evil eyes, like the vast sea of stars, erupted with a dazzling brilliance.
"No, no! Lord Demon King, please spare this humble one!" Chen He never expected that Huo Yuhao had actually come to kill him because of Wu Yifan's bullying of the common people and abduction of women. For a moment, he couldn't help but curse Wu Yifan's entire family, who had been dead for a long time, and frantically begged for mercy.
He had worked so hard to become a Super Douluo and hadn't even had the chance to enjoy the sight of ten thousand sects paying homage to him. How could he die so easily at the hands of this murderous brat?
"Save Sect Master Chen!" The experts from the sects who had chosen to help all attacked at once, launching their ultimate techniques towards Huo Yuhao.
Their attacks bombarded the Web of the Thunder Prison, not a single bit of it spilling onto Huo Yuhao. The necromancer's staff in his hand transformed back into a long blade, and he swung it down without any hesitation.
The sharp blade split Chen He's large head in two without any obstruction.
Thus, the Sect Master of the Proud Sword Sect, Super Douluo, Chen He, died.
At the same time, under the protection of the experts from the other sects, the disciples of the Proud Sword Sect barely survived. But the dense army of the undead, like a tide, had already surrounded the entire field. Not even a mosquito could fly in.
Although the undead creatures were not strong and did not have much intelligence, their fearless characteristic was enough to cause a huge headache. And in terms of numbers, the few thousand people from the sects who had chosen to help were simply serving themselves up as food compared to the undead army of several hundred thousand.
The experts from the sects in the sky who had chosen to attack Huo Yuhao earlier finally calmed down a bit. The desire for the hundred-thousand-year soul bone in their hearts was instantly suppressed. No matter how good a hundred-thousand-year soul bone was, it couldn't compare to their own lives.
This world-plaguing demon, Huo Yuhao, was just as the legends said, an out-and-out king of slaughter. He didn't even blink when he split Chen He's head open.
Making an enemy of such a person was truly the worst choice.
"Lord Demon King, spare our lives! We were temporarily blinded by greed and acted rebelliously towards you. Please forgive us. My sect is willing to submit to the new nation of Heavenly Soul as a sign of our apology!"
Where there was a first, there would naturally be a second. Soon, those sects that had just been sharing a common enemy with the Proud Sword Sect all turned their coats on the spot. They turned on the Proud Sword Sect disciples they had been protecting and backstabbed them, taking a large head.
Huo Yuhao looked down at the farcical scene unfolding below with a blank expression. Even the Titled Douluo who had just attacked him had turned back and charged into the Proud Sword Sect crowd, slaughtering them, fully displaying the fickleness of human relationships and a scene of utter ugliness.
These turncoats, would he dare to accept them? In the future, when the Sun Moon army was at their gates, this group of trash would probably be the first to rise up and backstab the regime he had founded.