Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 927 Huo Yuhao: "Are you all ready to welcome me?"

Huo Yuhao simply stood still, and no one saw him make any move.

In the blink of an eye, all the blood vessels, organs, and bones in Qian Gu Dongfeng's body were forcibly crushed and detonated by some incomprehensible, irresistible force originating from the most fundamental laws of life.

Qian Gu Dongfeng, like a water bag filled with red paint and then struck by a heavy hammer, began to swell and twist violently under the horrified gazes of the crowd, and then...

"boom--!"

A not particularly loud, yet muffled explosion that sent shivers down one's spine.

Where it was, only a pool of indescribable crimson liquid, a mixture of flesh, bone fragments, and shredded clothing, remained, slowly spreading across the ground.

The pungent, nauseating smell of blood instantly filled the entire laboratory.

The once mighty patriarch of a family, the ambitious and ruthless Dongfeng, perished without a trace, his body and soul destroyed.

Dead silence.

In the laboratory, only the faint hum of the instruments and the clattering of teeth from a few people, unable to control themselves, amidst the heavy smell of blood.

Qian Gu Die Ting stood there, dumbfounded.

His aged face was ashen, as he looked at the stain that represented his distinguished descendants. Then he slowly raised his head and looked at the blue-haired man who was still standing quietly, his expression as calm as if he had just brushed away a speck of dust.

Huo Yuhao's gaze turned to him.

That gaze, calm and profound, made Qian Gu Die Ting feel as if he were being stared at by a prehistoric behemoth, his soul freezing instantly.

"Eternal succession."

Huo Yuhao's voice rang directly in his mind once again.

"You still have a choice."

"Your filthy family will continue to wallow in your long-rotten ambitions, turning to dust at this moment..."

"Or... for the sins you have committed over the past ten thousand years, for the merit of awakening me today, in exchange for a chance to atone for your sins and serve this Douluo Star that is about to face calamity?"

Qian Gu Die Ting's body trembled violently. He looked at Huo Yuhao's eyes, which seemed to see through the past and future and contained the endless starry sky, and then looked at the glaring scarlet on the ground.

Finally, his gaze swept over the trembling, pale-faced core members of the family in the laboratory.

All ambitions, all schemes, all plots, in the face of absolute power and cold reality, melt away completely, like ice and snow exposed to the sun.

All that remained was a bone-chilling cold and boundless fear.

His legs buckled, and with a thud, he knelt directly on the cold, smooth, blood-stained alloy floor.

His head was buried deep, his forehead pressed against the ground, his voice hoarse and trembling, filled with desperate surrender:

"Qian Gu Die Ting is willing to lead the remnants of the Qian Gu family... to... to be decided by Ling Bing Douluo!"

"I would gladly die a thousand deaths!"

Despite having many doubts in his heart at this moment.

For example, why did Huo Yuhao, whom they resurrected, suddenly come back to life...?

But it's clear that the chip Huo Yuhao left behind ten thousand years ago is undoubtedly a trap!
The ancient families, on the other hand, brought about their own demise by stepping into the trap set by Huo Yuhao, thus awakening Huo Yuhao, the number one person from ten thousand years ago...

Thinking of this, Qian Gu Die Ting broke out in a cold sweat.

They killed Qian Gu Dongfeng without a word. Such ruthless decisiveness suggests that the Qian Gu family may have unleashed a demon this time.

He is nothing like the great and kind person he is portrayed to be in history!
There's something wrong with the history!
Huo Yuhao's gaze swept calmly across the laboratory.

The collapsed corpse of Qian Gu Dong Feng was particularly glaring under the cold light, and the blood was still slowly spreading, staining the silvery-white floor dark red.

Qian Gu Die Ting stood frozen in place, his body hunched over, his face as pale as paper, cold sweat already soaking his back. He didn't even dare to breathe, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away.

Those bright, luminous eyes lingered for a moment on the trembling figure of Qian Gu Die Ting, without the slightest emotional fluctuation—neither anger nor pity. It was as if the thunderous annihilation just moments before and the utter submission before him were merely a wisp of wind brushing across the surface of the river of time, utterly insignificant.

He slowly raised his right hand, his slender fingers lightly brushing against the air. A barely perceptible silvery-white halo shimmered around his fingertips.

In an instant, the nauseating, extremely strong smell of blood in the laboratory was as if it had been seized and crushed by an invisible hand, disappearing without a trace.

Even the bloodstains on the ground that had not yet completely congealed quickly dried and faded, eventually leaving only faint, almost invisible dark marks.

The air returned to its cold, clean state, leaving only the faint aura unique to metal and soul-guided energy.

"very good."

Huo Yuhao coldly uttered two words, his voice clear and unassuming, yet it made all the survivors in the laboratory tremble violently, their heads bowing even lower.

He said no more, and didn't even glance at anyone.

With a slight movement, it vanished silently from its spot, like a reflection in water scattered by a pebble.

The next moment, he appeared above the headquarters of the Qian Gu family, standing in mid-air.

The night sky was deep, and the bright moon, like a plate, cast a cool, clear light.

The stars twinkled like scattered diamonds set in black velvet.

The night breeze caressed his newborn yet flawless body, and his long blue hair swayed gently in the wind.

Huo Yuhao raised his head and took a deep breath of the air he hadn't seen for ten thousand years.

He could clearly feel that the planet beneath his feet contained far more concentrated and active cosmic energy than it had ten thousand years ago.

At the same time, there was also an invisible and intangible power, as vast as the sea, that was converging on him from all directions, from the depths of the earth, and even from the void.

That is the power of faith that has transcended ten thousand years and has not completely dissipated; in fact, it has become even more profound due to the transmission of legends.

It belongs to the faith of Huo Yuhao, the Spirit Ice Douluo.

A genuine yet complex smile, tinged with endless emotion and contentment, slowly appeared on his face.

That smile held a lingering attachment to his homeland, a sense of melancholy at the passage of time, and a hint of relief at finally returning home.

"Ten thousand years..."

He murmured to himself, his voice seemingly carried away by the night breeze.

"Douluo Star, I'm back."

"Once I wield that ultimate artifact, I will sweep away everything, whether it's the Crimson Domain threatening Douluo Star or Tang San."

Are you ready to welcome me?

After he finished speaking, he no longer tried to restrain himself.

The power within his body, nurtured by countless years of faith and fused with the essence of the top-tier artificial divine body and the golden ancient tree, began to naturally resonate with the dimensional origin of the entire Douluo Star.

An indescribable, majestic aura, seemingly originating from the very beginning of the planet's birth, spread out from him silently yet unstoppably.

This was not only the pressure of divine power, but also his vast spiritual power, which was the greatest in the history of Douluo Star.

The spiritual power was like invisible mercury, penetrating everywhere and instantly sweeping across the entire Ming capital.

Skyscrapers, street corners, sleeping residents, patrolling guards, cultivating soul masters...

All living beings felt a strange chill and disorientation in that instant, as if they were being indifferently surveyed by a pair of supreme eyes.

However, the reach of this spiritual power did not stop in Mingdu.

It continued to spread, crossing mountains and rivers, traversing forests and deserts, extending to every corner of the continent...

In the blink of an eye, Huo Yuhao's powerful spiritual energy instantly enveloped the entire Douluo Star!

(End of this chapter)