Chapter 33: One Move, The Entire Field Falls Silent
She could only fruitlessly glare with her purple eyes—filled with watery light, whether from shame or anger—at the handsome face inches away that bore such a loathsome smile.
At this moment, the Silver Dragon King, co-lord of the soul beasts who governed the Star Dou Great Forest and had schemed for ten thousand years, finally shed her cold armor under Lin Yu's step-by-step bullying. She revealed the frantic panic of one who is utterly helpless when faced with budding affection.
The Body Sect Mountain Gate
Simultaneously, in front of the Body Sect's mountain gate—built from massive boulders and radiating a primitive aura—the atmosphere was as tense as a drawn bow, thick with the smell of gunpowder.
The bald giant transformed from Bear Lord stood there like a mobile dark-gold mountain, sitting tall and sturdy. His fan-like hands were tucked into the fur belt at his waist, his chin held high, nostrils practically pointing at the sky. He carried the arrogant air of someone who had come specifically to wreck the place.
Huo Yuhao stood beside him. By comparison, his figure appeared exceptionally thin, but his eyes were extraordinarily calm, with a ghostly blue light faintly swirling deep within his Spirit Eyes.
"Listen up, you brats!"
Bear Lord's voice was like muffled thunder, making the mountain gate hum:
"This is my family's Young Master! He finds your Body Sect eyesores, so he's come specifically to give you some pointers! Only one rule: sparring! You bunch of crooked lot, every single one of you below the Soul King level—whoever is unsatisfied, crawl out here!"
He paused deliberately, scanning the circle of Body Sect gate-keeping disciples who were intimidated by his aura yet turned red-faced by his words. He grinned, revealing a menacing, threatening sneer:
"Of course, if you old and young fellows are shameless enough to play the game of the big bullying the small... Hehe, old Bear here doesn't mind loosening his muscles today and helping you renovate this crappy gatehouse while I'm at it! I'll tear it down and rebuild it!"
The leader among the gate-keeping disciples was a supervisory disciple at the Soul King level. His brows were tightly knit, and his face was ashen. The aura emanating from the giant before him was unfathomable; he was definitely a hard nut to crack. Although the opponent's words were extremely arrogant, the proposed sparring wasn't actually too excessive, and the opponent had pointed out that their "Young Master" was only a Soul Grandmaster.
If they disturbed the Elders for a challenge from a Soul Grandmaster, it would make the Body Sect look like they were making a mountain out of a molehill, and it would seem cowardly.
"Bastard! Too arrogant!" "A mere Soul Grandmaster dares to come to my Body Sect and run wild?!" "Senior brother, why waste words with him? Just settle this big guy and that kid together!"
The surrounding Body Sect disciples were boiling with indignation, shouting one after another. Being looked down upon by a Soul Grandmaster was a supreme humiliation to these disciples who prided themselves on having the number one Body Martial Soul in the world.
"Everyone, shut up!"
The supervisory disciple barked, suppressing the clamor. With a grim face, his gaze swept over Huo Yuhao, took a wary look at Bear Lord, and finally landed on a relatively thin disciple who was full of defiance:
"Wang Meng! You go! Soul Elder against Soul Grandmaster. You are not allowed to use lethal moves; just teach him a lesson! Let him know the height of the heavens and the depth of the earth!"
Wang Meng, the one called upon, was the one who had shouted the loudest just now. He was only a three-ring Soul Elder, with a soul ring configuration of two yellow and one purple. Hearing his senior brother pick him, his spirits lifted, and a cruel grin appeared on his face:
"Yes! Senior brother! Watch how I handle this kid who doesn't know the height of the heavens!"
He stepped out, three soul rings lighting up as his martial soul possessed him. The muscles in his arms instantly bulged, and his skin took on a rock-like luster. It was clearly a Body Martial Soul that strengthened the physical body.
"Kid, state your name! I, Wang Meng, don't beat nameless nobodies!" Wang Meng roared at Huo Yuhao, taking a combat stance.
Huo Yuhao did not release his soul rings. He simply looked at him calmly, his eyes devoid of any ripples:
"Huo Yuhao. Please advise."
"Hmph, playing mysteries! You don't even dare to release your soul rings!"
Seeing Huo Yuhao acting so overconfidently, Wang Meng's anger surged even higher. He kicked off the ground violently, charging toward Huo Yuhao like a bull. His right punch, accompanied by the whistling sound of wind, drove straight for Huo Yuhao's face—he wanted to flatten this arrogant kid in one hit and leave him completely disgraced!
Bear Lord crossed his arms, his mouth splitting into a grin as he watched the excitement, appearing as though he already knew the outcome.
Just as Wang Meng charged to within five paces of Huo Yuhao, at the moment his punch was about to land—
Huo Yuhao's calm Spirit Eyes suddenly lit up!
No soul rings appeared, but an invisible, irresistible, and terrifying spiritual force, like a silent tsunami, slammed precisely and ruthlessly into Wang Meng's spiritual sea!
It was one of the powerful spiritual attack soul skills he had obtained after fusing with the Dream Illusion Jellyfish—Soul Shock!
Wang Meng's forward-charging body felt as if his head had been slammed by an invisible giant hammer. The cruel grin on his face froze instantly; his eyes rolled back, his pupils dilated, and his forward momentum came to a screeching halt.
He didn't even have time to let out a scream. Like a man who had all his bones removed, he pitched forward heavily and stiffly, slamming face-first onto the cold stone ground with a dull thud.
Dust rose slightly. He lay there, motionless, completely unconscious. Every trace of soul power fluctuation had fallen silent.
One move! No, it wasn't even a move—it was just a single look!
The entire field fell silent!
The anger and contempt on the faces of all the shouting Body Sect disciples were frozen instantly, replaced by boundless astonishment and horror. They hadn't even seen what Huo Yuhao had done!
Wang Meng, a three-ring Soul Elder with a Body Martial Soul and decent defense, had just collapsed so inexplicably?
The supervisory disciple's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinheads, and a chill instantly shot up his spine. He snapped his head up, his gaze locking onto Huo Yuhao. The previous disdain was gone, replaced only by solemnity and disbelief.
Bear Lord burst into laughter, his voice shaking the valley:
"Hahahahaha! Did you see that? That's my Young Master's skill! A matter of a single look! Who else? Among the Soul Elder level, who else is unsatisfied? Hurry up, don't dawdle!"
Huo Yuhao still stood in place, his expression calm as if he had only done something trivial. Only the ghostly blue light deep in his eyes, which had not yet fully receded, signaled the earth-shattering blow from moments ago.
He slowly raised his hand, pointing at the unconscious Wang Meng on the ground. His calm voice echoed clearly in front of the silent mountain gate:
"Next."
Huo Yuhao's calm voice echoed, carrying a gravity rare for a youth. He stood beside the unconscious Wang Meng, the ghostly blue light in his Spirit Eyes not yet fully retracted. His gaze swept over the shocked Body Sect disciples as if he were selecting his next opponent.
The brief silence was broken by a roar of fury.
"Arrogant brat! Don't you dare be so conceited!"
A burly four-ring Soul Ancestor with a hideous scar across his face stepped out from the crowd. Soul power surged around him, radiating a powerful aura:
"I, Zhao Tiezhu, will meet you! I will definitely let you know what a real Body Martial Soul is!"