Douluo Continent: The Peerless Hunting Heavenly Lord, Huo Yuhao!

She was just waiting, waiting for Huo Yuhao to settle this grudge himself.

She and Ning Tian had already heard Huo Yuhao tell them about his background and the suffering his mother had endured. There were no secrets between them.

So all she had to do was shield him from all distractions, allowing him to pursue his rightful justice without any reservations!

Huo Yuhao didn't even turn around. Wanxiang Tongming had already anticipated Zhu Lu's sneak attack, and Gu Yue's move was also within his expectations.

He slowly turned around, looking at Zhu Lu, who was stunned and breathless. The gentle smile on his face finally disappeared, leaving only a chilling coldness in his eyes. He chuckled, but his voice was as cold as ice in winter: "You've come at the right time."

This could be considered displaced anger, but Huo Yuhao didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

His personality was never perfect.

He was never a perfect saint.

He was a human being with flesh and blood, capable of hatred, anger, and selfishness!

But what he wants today is not a quick victory.

What he wanted was to tear apart everything that Dai Huabin was so proud of, bit by bit, right in front of him!

He wanted to force Dai Huabin to use his most prized trump card, and then personally crush that card into dust, making him fully understand that there was a world of difference between him and himself.

Zhu Lu felt a chill run down her spine under Huo Yuhao's gaze. Gritting her teeth, she once again channeled her soul power, her second soul ring flashing wildly: "Second Soul Skill—Netherworld Shadow Clone!"

Three identical figures instantly appeared in the arena, launching a siege on Huo Yuhao from three different directions. Their cat claws were imbued with dark soul power, and each move was ruthless and cunning!

In a clear and unobstructed view, the difference in soul power fluctuations between the clone and the true body is as conspicuous as a lamp in the dark.

Huo Yuhao neither dodged nor evaded, but took a step forward, and the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong quietly circulated, instantly raising his physical strength to its peak.

He effortlessly dodged the attacks of the two clones as if taking a leisurely stroll, and faced Zhu Lu's true form directly.

To Zhu Lu's astonishment, Huo Yuhao raised his hand and precisely grabbed her outstretched wrist, his fingertips applying slight pressure, hitting the very point where her soul power was circulating.

A soft "click" sounded.

Zhu Lu felt a sharp pain in her wrist, her soul power instantly stagnated, and all her strength was completely drained. Even her martial soul was almost forced out of its possessed state.

She groaned in pain and was about to struggle when Huo Yuhao grabbed her by the back of her collar and lifted her up like a kitten.

The whole process took no more than two breaths.

Zhu Lu's pride in her speed and assassination skills were as vulnerable as child's play in front of Huo Yuhao.

On the high platform, Yan Shaozhe couldn't help but exclaim, "This kid... he's so strong in close combat? That physical strength is nothing like that of a spirit-type soul master!"

Qian Duoduo grinned from ear to ear, swinging his leg triumphantly: "That's right! Don't you know whose disciple you are! Old Yan, I think you'd better prepare those three pieces of Purple Dragon Emperor Ginseng and send them to me as soon as possible!"

Off the field, Huo Yuhao, carrying the immobile Zhu Lu, looked up at Dai Huabin, whose face was ashen, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

With a flick of his wrist, he hurled Zhu Lu directly towards Dai Huabin!

Zhu Lu's body flew towards Dai Huabin like a kite with a broken string. Dai Huabin's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously reached out to catch her, but the impact of their collision caused him to take another step back. His already turbulent soul power surged again, and the taste of blood in his throat became even stronger.

"Dai Huabin, your helper has been brought to you." Huo Yuhao patted imaginary dust off his hands, his gentle smile returning to his face, but his words were piercing: "I know that if you fight alone now, you don't even qualify to warm me up."

"Aren't you most proud of the Martial Soul Fusion Technique of your White Tiger Duke's Mansion and the Netherworld Cat Clan?"

"I'll give you a chance."

"Activate the Netherworld White Tiger, and I'll let both of you come at me together."

"Otherwise, even if you lose today, you won't lose in a dignified way."

The room fell silent as soon as he said that.

Dai Huabin held Zhu Lu, who was breathing heavily and had a dislocated wrist, in his arms, his whole body trembling.

It wasn't fear, it was anger, it was humiliation!

He is the eldest son of the White Tiger Duke's mansion and is recognized as the number one freshman in the entire grade. Now, he has been forced to the point where he has to join forces with a commoner of humble origins and use a martial soul fusion technique to fight him!

This opportunity was even "given" to him by the other party!

But he had to admit that Huo Yuhao was telling the truth.

With Cui Yajie eliminated and Zhu Lu severely injured, he himself also suffered internal injuries. In a one-on-one fight, he had absolutely no chance of winning.

The only chance to turn the tide is the Martial Soul Fusion Skill – Netherworld White Tiger!

That was the ultimate fusion of their two powerful beast spirits, a fusion skill at the Soul Master level, with power comparable to a full-force attack at the Soul King level!

It was also his last trump card, his last source of pride.

"Huo Yuhao...you're asking for death!" Dai Huabin gritted his teeth and roared, enunciating each word clearly.

He looked down at Zhu Lu in his arms. Zhu Lu bit her lip and nodded fiercely at him, her eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

The next second, the two of them simultaneously unleashed their full soul power!

Dai Huabin's White Tiger Martial Soul shone brightly, while Zhu Lu's Netherworld Cat Martial Soul also released a dark halo. The two beams of light, one white and one black, instantly intertwined and merged perfectly.

The immense pressure of soul power instantly swept across the entire assessment area, even causing ripples to appear on the protective shield.

A deafening roar of a tiger rang out!

A white tiger, over five meters long, pure white with purplish-black stripes, appeared in the center of the arena.

A terrifying surge of soul power swept over us; it was a power powerful enough to crush all newly born Soul Kings!

On the high platform, Yan Shaozhe, who had been nonchalant, suddenly sat up straight, his face solemn: "They really forced out the Netherworld White Tiger! The fusion of these two children is so high? This power is already close to that of a five-ring Soul King!"

Qian Duoduo's smile vanished, her fingers tightened slightly, but she still forced herself to remain calm: "What's the panic? If my Yuhao dares to let them open it, he has a way to break it!"

Off the field, the Netherworld White Tiger's golden vertical pupils were fixed on Huo Yuhao, and it let out a deafening roar with a world-destroying pressure.

Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu's voices merged together, filled with frenzied hatred: "Huo Yuhao! You asked for this! Die!"

With unparalleled momentum, the Netherworld White Tiger charged towards Huo Yuhao, tearing cracks in the ground wherever it passed!

Huo Yuhao, who was standing still, showed no fear on his face; on the contrary, his smile deepened.

This is the moment he's been waiting for.

What he wanted was to personally slay Dai Huabin's last pride, this so-called Netherworld White Tiger, in front of all the teachers in the academy!

Within the Heavenly Eye, the golden light surged to its peak, the first Soul Ring lit up, and the Nine Revolutions Yuan Technique was fully activated, perfectly amplifying Ning Tian's support buffs.

With a flick of his right hand, the Emperor's Bow reappeared. This time, instead of a single arrow, three white-gold arrows were gathered on the bowstring!

He looked at the approaching Netherworld White Tiger, his clear voice resounding throughout the entire area, carrying an undeniable air of dominance:

"Dai Huabin, do you think that just because you've activated the Netherworld White Tiger, you're worthy of being my opponent?"

"I'll tell you today that in the face of absolute power, your bloodline talent is nothing but a joke!"

Chapter 21 The Emperor's Bow Pierces the Heavens, Winning the Championship (Part 3)

The pale golden holy light on the long arrow intensified, and the ultimate wind element and ultimate light power wrapped around the arrow intertwined, emitting a faint spatial tremor.

Huo Yuhao's hand gripping the Emperor's Bow was as steady as a rock, yet two intertwined flames suddenly ignited within his heart.

One was a deep-seated hatred, stemming from the instincts of this body—a hatred etched into Huo Yuhaozi's very bones by the White Tiger Duke's Mansion; the other was an uncontrollable excitement, a thrill awakened by provocation, a thrill unique to him.

Just then, a majestic centaur god phantom appeared silently behind Huo Yuhao. Its upper body was humanoid and upright, while its lower body was a silver-white star horse treading in the air. Based on a centaur chariot, it exuded a dignified and awe-inspiring presence.

The phantom had long, silvery-white hair that cascaded down its shoulders, golden eyes that burned like the sun, a black mask that covered half its face, and a star-studded headdress that shimmered with light.

Holding a longbow identical to the Emperor Bow Siming in his hand, he and Huo Yuhao simultaneously assumed the posture of drawing the bow and nocking an arrow.

It was none other than the Star-Hunting God, Lan.

"Come, feel it carefully. This is the true power of the Imperial Bow!"

A deep, rumbling sound, like the roar of star trails, rang in Huo Yuhao's ears. He couldn't discern the direction, yet it seemed to be directly etched into his mind.

Huo Yuhao's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't say anything.

It's hard to say whether Dai Huabin was lucky or unlucky, but there wasn't another opportunity in the entire Douluo Continent to make the Hunting Star God take action.

No, this guy just got incredibly lucky!

Fortunately, Lan did not personally take action; he merely used his divine sense to amplify the attack and had Lan deliver it through Lan's hand.

Huo Yuhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If Lan were to personally intervene, Dai Huabin would likely be left with nothing but ashes, which would be a huge loss.

He wanted to crush Dai Huabin's pride with his own hands; how could he let him die so easily?

The next second, Huo Yuhao felt his soul power being frantically drained by the Emperor Bow. His meridians were aching all over. All his strength, beliefs, and even the hatred that ran deep into his bones were concentrated into the three long arrows on the bowstring.

The divine phantom perfectly overlapped with his figure, and two voices, one majestic and vast, the other clear and firm, resounded simultaneously in the assessment area, causing ripples to spread through the air:

"Using heaven and earth as the hunting ground, and faith as the bowstring, the Emperor's Arrow..."

"With heaven and earth as the hunting ground, and faith as the bowstring, the Emperor's Arrow..."

"Heavenly Piercing!"

"Heavenly Piercing!"

The moment the last two words were uttered, Huo Yuhao's eyes turned completely into brilliant pure gold, and his third eye between his brows opened fully.

Three imperial arrows pierced the heavens and earth, instantly tearing through space!