Douluo Continent, I, Huo Yuhao, defy fate with my spiritual eyes.

As news of the Holy Son's challenge spread, disciples of the Body Sect from all over the continent rushed back, eager to witness and participate in the event firsthand.

It should be noted that the position of Holy Son of the Body Sect has been vacant for decades, and the last Holy Son was the unparalleled genius, Du Bisi.

"Have you heard? The sect is going to hold the Holy Son Challenge again!"

"Oh, didn't Brother Long try that a few years ago? Why are you doing it again so soon?"

"It's not Brother Long, it's the Poison Sect Master's new disciple, I heard his name is Huo Yuhao! He only has the cultivation of a Soul King but he rashly participated in the challenge."

"A newcomer dares to challenge for the position of Holy Son right from the start! I don't know if he's truly gifted or just arrogant and ignorant. I'll have to properly assess his worth!"

"Me too. If they surpass us, it proves their position as Holy Son is well-deserved. If they fail, let the new disciples remain humble and cultivate diligently for a few more years!"

Similar comments continued to spread, and the Body Sect hadn't been this lively in a long time; every building was filled with disciples.

Some of them had reached the Soul Saint level and had successfully completed their apprenticeship. They were unable to participate in the Holy Son Challenge this time, but were here to witness it.

Therefore, Huo Yuhao will be facing all the disciples of the Body Sect, who at most only have the cultivation level of Soul Emperor.

The criteria for selecting the Holy Son are very simple: fight!

If you can fight so badly that you're the only one standing on the field, then you are naturally the Holy Son.

It looks difficult, but it's actually not easy at all.

It requires not only a perfect grasp of the rhythm of battle, but also strong endurance and micro-management skills to succeed.

Three days passed quickly. Except for the disciples who couldn't make it back in time, everyone was eager to teach the audacious newcomer Huo Yuhao a lesson.

As the first rays of sunlight spread, the mountains appeared even greener, with drops of dew still clinging to the leaves, and the air carrying the slightly bitter scent of grass.

The air was thick with a murderous aura.

Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged on a hill, his eyes lowered. A thick stream of white air was exhaled from his mouth and inhaled through his nose, forming a large loop.

The disciples around him had tears in their eyes, their fighting spirit reaching its peak.

Leading the group was none other than the previous challenger, Long Aotian, whose silver body reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

"Junior brother, don't blame me for bullying you because of our numbers. This is the path you chose!"

Vina stood to the side, curiously observing Huo Yuhao, and echoed his sentiments.

"Yes, you chose it yourself!"

Huo Yuhao suddenly opened his eyes, and a dazzling golden light swept across the entire area, his aura rising steadily.

"Come on, I'm ready!"

Long Aotian laughed loudly and charged towards Huo Yuhao, filled with resentment.

The junior brother was so highly regarded by the master as soon as he entered the sect, and even when he blew up the inheritance hall, the master forgave him. But when he bumped into a few trees, he had to go and fix them. Long Aotian felt a little unbalanced.

Although he didn't exactly resent Huo Yuhao, he had a pent-up anger that he wanted to vent. Today was the perfect opportunity to do so.

"Hahahaha, what spirit! I'll take this opportunity to vent my frustrations!"

Under the watchful gaze of the Cycle of Life and Death, Long Aotian's movements were dissected bit by bit, and Huo Yuhao preemptively turned to the side and raised his hand to block Long Aotian's attack.

The spirit rings lit up, and the bizarre combination of one white and four black rings startled everyone.

"Mental Storm!"

Centered on Huo Yuhao, a mental storm spread wildly outwards, and with his current mental strength, none of the disciples present could resist it.

The dark mass of people fell like wheat being harvested, with only a few elite disciples managing to remain standing.

Long Aotian, who was facing Huo Yuhao directly, was the most affected. He covered his head and took a few steps back, quickly recovering from his dizzy and confused state of mind.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from behind Huo Yuhao.

"So you possess such a soul skill that you're not afraid of a war of attrition. No wonder you dared to challenge for the position of Holy Son. But that alone isn't enough!"

Huo Yuhao didn't even look. His God's-eye view allowed him to discover the source of the sound long ago. He turned around, grabbed the man, and slammed him to the ground.

"Well!"

This is an ordinary-looking young man with the martial spirit Shadow. He just slipped into various shadows to avoid mental attacks and sneaked up behind Huo Yuhao to launch a sneak attack.

But it was defeated the moment it appeared.

Ice Emperor Han Ying pointed a finger, freezing all the fallen people until the battle ended.

A boy's clear voice rang out, both arrogant and confident.

"Who else?!"

The remaining disciples were not surprised but rather delighted.

There is not a single coward among the disciples of the Body Sect. They are never afraid of battle, and are only afraid that their opponents are not strong enough and that they will not have enough fun fighting.

That is why only by defeating them head-on can one gain everyone's recognition and become the Holy Son of the Body Sect.

Long Aotian had also recovered and led the charge again, his silver fist whistling through the air.

The other disciples were not idle either, cooperating with Long Aotian to launch an attack.

Vina possesses a rare Brain Martial Soul, with a weakened version of God's Perspective and Convergence, the effects of which are the same as the Spirit Eye Martial Soul's spiritual perception and spiritual sharing, but unfortunately it can only be shared with one person.

Chen Yu's fist swelled up, and his fist, which was the size of a casserole dish, shone with various soul skills as it attacked from the side.

There are leg kicks, mental harassment, vicious elbow strikes, and sonic attacks to the throat.

This small area was teeming with attacks, and the various soul power fluctuations were chaotic and disorderly. Huo Yuhao was surrounded and unable to move.

Long Aotian had already calculated that under the saturation attack, Huo Yuhao had no angle to avoid the attack.

If Huo Yuhao could withstand the first wave, given the number of disciples who were still alive, he would be completely drained of his soul power by the countless attacks, and would eventually have no choice but to admit defeat.

This is also where he failed in his last attempt at the Holy Son Challenge.

Various attacks rained down, sending up clouds of dust that covered the sky and completely blocked the view.

Long Aotian remained calm and composed, his decisions completely unaffected by the smoke and dust.

"Don't stop! Keep playing!"

A disciple with an Eye Martial Soul noticed something amiss from the smoke and dust and warned him sharply.

"No! He's not in there!!"

Everyone was stunned, and the attack temporarily stopped. As the smoke and dust dissipated, they saw that the place where they had focused their fire was charred black, and in the charred black stood an ice sculpture.

He looks exactly like Huo Yuhao, but unfortunately, it's not him.

This is Ice Substitute, one of the soul skills of Huo Yuhao's right leg bone provided by the Eight-Cornered Mystic Ice Grass.

He left behind an ice sculpture doppelganger in place, then teleported to the surrounding area to escape the attack.

If the enemy has fled, where will he go?

Long Aotian felt a chill run down his spine. Vina's heart made him clearly see every hair on Huo Yuhao's head and the corner of his mouth that was smiling faintly.

Behind him!