Douluo Continent: Angel Saint Huo Yuhao

Chapter 223 The Holy Son?

"It's now……"

The moment the angelic light and shadow in his vision split in two, Zhang Peng also reached out and unleashed a ball of purplish-black light. The black energy on his body first disappeared into it, and then exploded into dozens of chains that rushed toward the target.

Shadow Bind!

"Now!"

Tianmeng pulled the silkworm shell in her hand and spread it in mid-air, then let Zhang Peng, who was possessed by the martial spirit, pass through the gate of the dead that opened in front of her.

"what?"

Zhang Peng's expression changed upon being suddenly attacked, and his soul fire flickered the moment he saw Huo Yuhao: "...It's you again! Who are you and why are you here?"

Seeing two angels here was already surprising enough for him, but he never expected to encounter this mysterious young man who had defeated two Super Douluo in succession.

'Where exactly is this place...?'

Zhang Peng glanced discreetly at the gradually closing Gate of the Dead, feeling uneasy.

This space is clearly being manipulated, and it's highly likely that it's the enemy standing in front of him!
"…who I am?"

Huo Yuhao shook his head and sighed, a hint of gray appearing in his eyes. The deathly aura unique to the undead emerged, yet it was mixed with an extremely dense power of light: "You should know more about this than I do!"

Faced with this stubborn individual who was completely devoted to the Holy Spirit Church, he could only try a different approach—

A straightforward and efficient way of getting close to someone.

We're all evil spirit masters, so surely it shouldn't come to the point where it's either you or me, right?

"The power of the undead with the attribute of light..."

Zhang Peng's eyebrows twitched slightly. Although he was surprised, after witnessing those undead who were full of life, this little fright was nothing to worry about.

On the contrary, what gave him the greatest sense of crisis was the other party's identity as an evil soul master!
"You want to devour me!"

Zhang Peng's face was grim, but his eyes were unwavering: "Although I don't know how you arrived here, it must have been to replenish your energy, right? That's where you got the strange power you used to deal with me earlier?"

"..."

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, and the gun in his hand emitted a white light.

The moment it appeared, half of the black energy surging around Zhang Peng was instantly cleared away and transformed into pure energy.

Although Huo Yuhao hadn't started learning purification magic yet, it wasn't difficult for him to activate the purification power using his demiplane privileges.

Moreover, because Elder Yi embedded a piece of living gold into his own divine consciousness, the undead demiplane that became one with him also gained an additional source of life.

This is why Huo Yuhao can indirectly release the four attributes of undead, light, purification, and life through the demiplane.

"This power... is it purification?"

Even though his body was being slowly melted by this strange light, Zhang Peng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't hide his excitement: "Holy Son?! You are the Holy Son who will eventually descend?"

It's the Holy Son again.

Huo Yuhao couldn't help but twitch his eye.

It's understandable that an angelic soul master would have such a misunderstanding, since what's stuffed into his mind is indeed the divine essence of an angel.

But what are you doing here, you evil spirit master, causing all this trouble?

Does having the power of purification make one a holy son?
In your doctrine, is the Holy Son sent down by Heaven specifically to make you all clean? "Right... the world! This world that belongs to the dead!"

Faced with Huo Yuhao's silence, Zhang Peng became even more enthusiastic, his eyes flashing with fanaticism: "This is the real heaven, this is the divine kingdom where the Holy Emperor resides... Holy Son, Holy Son, you have come to guide me!"

"I can not understand what you say."

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath and patiently replied.

Zhang Peng was behaving as if he were possessed, muttering his own crazy words to himself. It was unclear whether the Holy Spirit had taught him something to put in his head.

"It doesn't matter…"

Zhang Peng suddenly revealed a strange smile: "This is the direction you are destined for, this is the destiny of all of us... The Holy Emperor will arrange everything!"
"This filthy and sinful land of Douluo is destined for destruction. All the disciples of the Holy Spirit will lend you a hand to purify the entire world and usher in a new life amidst destruction!"

A complete madman.

Hearing Zhang Peng's series of incomprehensible words, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but frown: "Tianmeng, do you have a way to directly access memories?"

"This is a bit difficult..."

Tianmeng, who was floating in the air, scratched his head: "Without a process like sacrifice to help, forcibly reading his memories will only destroy his soul. How much information will remain is entirely up to fate."

The soul is one of the most mysterious realms. Without divine protection, any manipulation of the soul is like walking a tightrope, and usually ends badly.

"Prying into memories? There's no need for that trouble."

Zhang Peng suddenly withdrew his neurotic fervor, his face relaxed as if he had just vented his emotions, and the soul fire in his eyes flickered. He released several streams of information through his mental power: "If you want to know the so-called truth, then come and see for yourself!"

Looking at the ball of black spiritual energy, Tianmeng raised an eyebrow at Huo Yuhao: 'Do you need my help?'

"No need."

Huo Yuhao opened the Eye of Destiny, and amidst Zhang Peng's slightly astonished expression, lit up the spiritual crown, drawing that ball of spiritual power into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Putting aside Zhang Peng's mental strength, such a small amount of mental power couldn't possibly cause any major upheavals, unless he released a wisp of divine consciousness capable of altering the world...

"Boom~"

As soon as he entered the Sea of ​​Spirit, the memory fragments wrapped in his spiritual power transformed into a stream of information, dragging Huo Yuhao into an image that resembled an illusion.

Compared to the shared nature of auspicious beasts for millennia, this amount of information was not enough to make Huo Yuhao feel uncomfortable, but the first scene that was presented to him still gave him a jolt.

It was a cold, rainy night. Dozens of figures, each possessing a similar martial spirit, moved swiftly through the courtyard. Before the unsuspecting clansmen could react, they fell like grass in the chilling attack, bleeding profusely.

'A massacre of an entire family…'

Huo Yuhao suddenly realized something and turned around.

Zhang Peng, who appeared as a young boy, stood behind him, charging towards his opponent with bloodlust in his eyes, but was easily blasted away, his body leaving a bloody shadow as he passed through Huo Yuhao's body and crashed into a stone pillar.

"Oh, there's still a kid alive."

The leader of the group of assassins strode over, his body still reeking of blood. He bent down, looked at Zhang Peng, whose eyes were filled with hatred, and smiled coldly: "Fourth Ring? I didn't expect the Zhang family to produce a genius in this generation... Too bad it's too late!"

Just as he was about to raise his butcher's knife, a figure shrouded in a deep aura of death appeared in the thunder and rain of the night. The shadow it cast and the nine soul rings that rose from its body enveloped the group of assassins, pinning them to the ground.

"Kid, I think you do have some talent..."

The figure spoke in a hoarse voice: "If you come with me, I will avenge you."

(End of this chapter)