Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 361 The Sixth Soul Skill, Framed Dai Huabin
The suppressed resentment in Dai Huabin's eyes was almost overflowing.

Huo Yuhao! This lowly commoner dared to publicly mock the White Tiger Duke's Mansion as a "soft-footed cat"!
What's even more infuriating is that he actually won the runner-up title in the freshman competition, stepping on my head.

He dared not touch Gula, but Huo Yuhao... had to die!

Using his family's special communication channels, he bypassed the academy's possible surveillance and sent out an encrypted letter.

The objective is clear: kill Huo Yuhao at all costs once he leaves the academy grounds.

He used one of his trusted confidants, a Shadow Tiger Martial Soul expert at the level of a six-ring Soul Emperor, which was more than enough to deal with a mere one-ring Soul Master.

Huo Yuhao was completely unaware of this. He was immersed in cultivation and working hard to earn tuition fees and improve himself.

He had become quite familiar with Gula, but occasionally he would recall Gula's disrespectful words to the Tang Sect, and he still felt some resentment in his heart. But more than that, he felt a sense of injustice at being looked down upon, and he thought about how to prove the value of the Tang Sect.

He was completely unaware that the shadow of death had already loomed over him.

Outside the college, at the edge of a secluded grove of trees.

Gura blended into the shadows of the trees like a ghost. With a thought, he switched to Celebi's form.

Beneath his feet, the green-gold sixth spirit ring silently lit up, emitting profound fluctuations of time and life—Sixth Spirit Skill: Ancestor of the Forest!

In an instant, Gula's form, aura, and even the "cause and effect" of his existence underwent subtle changes.

He was no longer "Gula," but had transformed into the incarnation of the Grim Reaper in another time and space—Duan.

His skin turned as pale as paper, his eyes were lifeless and cold, and a faint gray aura of death surrounded him.

A gigantic, menacing scythe of death, wreathed in a ghostly light that reaped souls, floated behind him, while the phantom of an ancient, majestic golden pyramid, its walls adorned with the faces of countless tormented souls, loomed in and out of sight.

An aura of extreme death and judgment permeated the air, subtly suppressing the vitality of the surrounding plants and trees.

"The Grim Reaper's Scythe... the Pyramid of the Sun... the perfect cornerstone of the god of death."

This is the power of Celebi's sixth soul skill, which allows him to perfectly borrow the appearance and martial soul skills of his avatar to act, and also allows him to use his abilities other than his own soul skills normally.

As Gula felt the borrowed power, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. He looked at Huo Yuhao, who was walking unsuspectingly into the woods, seemingly preparing to cultivate somewhere.

“The time is almost right,” Gula murmured. He wasn’t just being malicious; Huo Yuhao harbored resentment towards him because of Tang Ya’s matter. Although he didn’t hate him, that bit of malice was enough to provide Gula with a “reasonable” excuse to take action. Every cause has its effect; otherwise, he wouldn’t have targeted Huo Yuhao.

However, Huo Yuhao doesn't need it anyway. After becoming a god, he'll have to wait a few years to appease the willful little princess and his father-in-law, the Sea God, before he can use it. So it's better to seal it away for now.

More importantly, he was curious about how interesting the expression of his father-in-law, the God King, would be when Tang San's carefully chosen "son-in-law" encountered such an embarrassing "accident".

And what kind of overwhelming rage will Dai Huabin, the catalyst for this conflict, face from Huo Yuhao and the Tang family? Will Huo Yuhao forgive Dai Huabin in the future?
From a man's perspective, Gula doesn't think Tang San can resolve Huo Yuhao's hatred, unless the Sea God's dog-training skills are truly extraordinary. In that case, Gula will definitely study them carefully.

“Now, let’s just consider this… adding some spice to this script directed by the God-King.” Gula’s eyes gleamed with a cold, ruthless light, like a cat hunting a mouse.

Huo Yuhao had just sold his grilled fish and stepped into the shadows at the edge of the alley.

"Roar!"

A deep roar, like a thunderclap, erupted as a ghostly black shadow shot down from the treetops with lightning speed. Its face was obscured by a hood, making its features impossible to discern.

It was the Shadow Tiger Soul Emperor sent by Dai Huabin. He had dark claws in his hand, which shrieked as they tore through the air, and aimed straight for Huo Yuhao's back.

The Soul Emperor's all-out attack was filled with murderous intent, determined to kill in one blow.

Huo Yuhao's soul flew to the heavens; the shadow of death instantly enveloped him, and he had no time to react at all.

However, at this critical moment.

"Attack together, don't give him a chance!" A cold, deathly voice suddenly rang out beside the Shadow Tiger Soul Emperor. The Shadow Tiger Soul Emperor was startled; he hadn't even noticed anyone else beside him.

What terrified him even more was the deathly aura contained in that voice, as cold as the depths of hell.

He subconsciously thought that the young master had sent someone again, but just as a trace of dissatisfaction with the young master's distrust of him rose in his heart, when he caught a glimpse of the suddenly appearing phantom of the Grim Reaper's scythe and the endless deathly power emanating from it, a bone-chilling cold instantly froze his soul.

"Young Master actually colluded with an evil spirit master? No! Someone is framing Young Master!!"

The Shadow Tiger Soul Emperor instantly realized the truth, his heart pounding with fear. He wanted to stop, to warn others, but everything happened too fast.

at this time.

"Damn it! How dare you touch my men!"

Within Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea, the furious roar of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm resounded.

A vast and unparalleled spiritual force instantly took over Huo Yuhao's body, and Huo Yuhao's eyes instantly turned into a dazzling gold.

"Heavenly Dream Finger!"

Huo Yuhao's right index finger instantly became crystal clear, as if sculpted from ice crystals, carrying a terrifying chill that could freeze the soul, ignoring spatial distance, and arriving first even though he was behind.

With unparalleled precision, the needle struck the forehead of the Shadow Tiger Soul Emperor at the forefront, unleashing the terrifying power of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm's million-year-old accumulated power.

Shadow Tiger Soul Emperor felt his mind freeze instantly, a terrifying chill erupted from the depths of his soul, and his body and soul power were instantly frozen by absolute zero-degree ice.

He remained in his lunging posture, transformed into a lifelike ice sculpture, his face frozen in time with horror and despair.

Just as the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm took over the body and activated the Heavenly Dream Finger to freeze the Soul Emperor.

The "Du'an" that Gula transformed into moved. His target was not the Soul Emperor, but Huo Yuhao's original body, which had temporarily lost control of its body.

Swish!
The phantom of the Grim Reaper's scythe flashed by as if by teleportation, without any earth-shattering force, only a tiny, almost imperceptible, extremely condensed gray line.

This gray line contained the purest power of death and decay, severing Huo Yuhao's lower body, like a scalpel, with unparalleled precision, from a crucial vital node representing male characteristics.

"Uhhh-!!!"

As the extreme cold at the soul level subsided and control of the body returned, an indescribable pain and emptiness, as if the very essence of life had been castrated, swept through every nerve of Huo Yuhao like a tsunami.

He let out a bloodcurdling scream, so shrill it was inhuman, and clutched his lower body, which was instantly stained with blood. He curled up on the ground like a shrimp whose spine had been removed, convulsing and rolling violently. The pain and despair penetrated to his very bones and reached his very soul.

Gula coldly watched Huo Yuhao writhing and howling on the ground. The phantom of the Death Scythe flashed again, and an invisible suction force swept over, forcibly stripping and devouring the frozen soul of the Shadow Tiger Soul Emperor in the ice sculpture.

Then, his figure flickered and vanished instantly as if merging into the shadows, leaving behind only the thick, lingering aura of death and desperate wails.

"What evil spirit dares to commit violence in Shrek Academy!"

A shout imbued with soul power and fury came from afar like a thunderclap, and the figure of Yan Shaozhe, the dean of the Martial Soul Department, descended like a golden lightning bolt.

The first thing he saw was Huo Yuhao writhing on the ground in pain, his lower body a mess. The pitiful sight made even the well-informed Yan Shaozhe frown, a hint of fear and pity flashing in his eyes.

He quickly crouched down, and powerful spiritual energy surged into Huo Yuhao's body, stopping the bleeding and relieving the pain, temporarily stabilizing his injuries.

Immediately, his gaze fell on the ice sculpture that remained in a pouncing posture, sensing the residual soul power fluctuations belonging to the Shadow Tiger Martial Soul and the dense aura of death deliberately left by Gula.

Yan Shaozhe's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

(End of this chapter)