Douluo Continent: Angel Saint Huo Yuhao

Chapter 134 Sword and Edge

"cough~"

After a long while, Yu Mengdi finally snapped out of her dazed state, her gaze darting away somewhat awkwardly: "So, according to that logic—"

"You must be the son of an angel? A saint whom all angelic soul masters should serve?"

Upon hearing those words, Huo Yuhao's brain went blank for a few seconds.

A few seconds later, he shouted in terror, "No! That's not right!!"

How could he be the child of an angel?
Absolutely not!

"I am just an ordinary person who was fortunate enough to receive the grace of an angel. There is only a faint angelic phantom within me."

Huo Yuhao struggled to regain his composure: "Moreover, my innate soul power is only level one, and my meridians and physique are extremely fragile."

"If it weren't for the blessing of the angels, he probably wouldn't have been able to overcome the first obstacle on his journey as a Soul Master and would have perished in the Star Dou Great Forest at the age of eleven."

Looking back, before he met Tianmeng, he had encountered a wind baboon.

If it weren't for the angels blessing and strengthening his body, he probably would have perished right at the starting line.

"Sigh~"

As he spoke, Yu Mengdi's expression grew even more serious.

How could someone with only level one innate soul power be elevated to their current level in one fell swoop? And even leave a faint phantom image within their body? And the mere resonance of that phantom image is enough to evolve their martial soul?

She couldn't quite tell whether it was the unfathomable power of the angels or the high rank of the blessing Huo Yuhao received that enabled him to create miracles.

"No matter what, the bloodline I possess and the martial spirit passed down through generations tell me..."

Yu Mengdi shook her head to clear her mind of those chaotic thoughts: "You are the one I should follow. You are the highest being below the gods."

"what?"

Seeing the undisguised sincerity in her eyes, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but shiver. This feeling of being superior to others in terms of personality made him inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Your words are the real blasphemy against God."

After struggling for a long time, Huo Yuhao finally managed to utter a few words of divine decree: "She said that the noble should shed their arrogance... She said that the lowly should raise their heads."

"You can respect, you can approve of, and you can follow, but do not put anyone above you, and do not be arrogant and consider yourself superior to all things."

"this--"

Yu Mengdi opened her mouth, but in the end, she withdrew her reverent attitude under Huo Yuhao's pleading gaze.

"Cut~"

Jing Ziyan pouted and said, "That's it?"

She thought there was more to come—all that excitement for nothing!

"What do you want to see?"

Tang Xiao glared at him with tears in his eyes. After all, the person standing on top was his teammate; how could he let outsiders laugh at him?

"If you all would like to continue watching, that's fine too."

Just as the two were about to make a move, a sigh rang in the minds of all four at the same time. The two battle maniacs, who were originally half-dead, immediately woke up and looked up with a hint of fervor in their eyes.

It was at this moment that Tang Xiaolei and Jing Ziyan were horrified to discover that none of the departing audience members had noticed the interaction on the side of the ceiling.

—Apart from them and the wounded who looked up at the sound.

"Who exactly is this person...?"

Jing Ziyan glanced at Tang Xiaolei with a look of panic in her eyes.

"I don't know, but he's most likely someone with extremely high spiritual attainments."

Tang Xiaolei looked around with a serious expression. His eyesight, honed by his martial soul, vaguely saw a flaw: "Besides, we should have been targeted by him a long time ago."

Clearly, they fell into the trap without even realizing it.

"Is it so strong?"

Jing Ziyan looked at the boy with a slight toothache.

At your age... isn't being this good a bit unfair? Is this reasonable?

Let's get to know each other~

Huo Yuhao looked at the five people in front of him with a gentle expression: "Huo Yuhao, thirteen years old."

"Ye Wuqing, 20." "Ji Juechen, 24."

The two men forced themselves to sit cross-legged alone. Having just recovered some of their energy, a sharp edge began to emerge from them.

"Tang Xiaolei, twenty years old."

"Jing Ziyan".

"?"

Tang Xiaolei glanced at the person who remained silent about his age with some surprise, but then another person surprised him greatly.

"Yu Mengdi, eighteen."

"Aren't you nineteen this year?"

"My birthday is still half a year away, so it doesn't count!"

"……hiss?"

Tang Xiaolei shut up, looking constipated, and turned her gaze to Huo Yuhao: "So what's the purpose of you calling us here? Do you need us to do something for you?"

At this point, Tang Xiaolei shook his head, finding it somewhat amusing.

Judging from the methods Huo Yuhao inadvertently displayed, he wouldn't need these ordinary mortals to get things done.

I reckon only his two older brothers are capable of working for him.

"Don't worry. My main purpose is actually to meet with these two people and have a chat."

Huo Yuhao glanced at the two men, and as he smoothly extended his hands, one finger and one palm, he instantly attracted their attention.

"this!"

Ji Juechen seemed to be suddenly injected with vitality, straightened up and stared at the Emperor Sword, his eyes gradually brightening as if he saw something else through the blade.

'It does not rely on real-world objects, but rather pursues the form derived from simple metal swords; where there is form, there is a sword…'

"Chi~"

Ye Wuqing silently melted a golden leaf, gilding his palm with a gilded appearance.

He can only integrate his skin and flesh into the golden light now. He still has a long way to go before his entire palm can be turned into gold from the inside out.

—But this is not what he saw in the Emperor's palm.

"So-called changes are merely for launching attacks, for concentrating all power on one point... Over-pursuing change itself is putting the cart before the horse."

With a touch of emotion, Ye Wuqing crushed the gold plating and looked up to meet Ji Juechen's gaze.

As if on the same wavelength, the two turned to look at Huo Yuhao at the same time.

"Tell me, what do you want from us?"

Ji Juechen spoke first, but he seemed to already have the answer, his tone full of certainty.

"I won't keep my possessions to myself."

Ye Wuqing was even more direct, extending his hand to Huo Yuhao with a smile: "What's more... I've already received a lot of help from you."

"Thank you very much."

Huo Yuhao nodded his thanks to the two, his heartbeat quickening slightly as he was subtly stirred by the rising fighting spirit emanating from them.

boo~
As if touching some barrier, reaching a threshold, or perhaps stirred by the wondrous aura emanating from the two people before him, a faint, mysterious fluctuation gradually rippled out from the depths of his spiritual sea.

"Huh? That's—"

Tianmeng leaped onto the mental island and, together with Xue Di, solemnly examined the small cluster of increasingly active golden energy.

"It's something left behind by that old man."

(End of this chapter)