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

Realizing this, Long Aotian reacted quickly, violently kicking backward with his thick right leg while leaping forward.

clang!

Long Aotian felt a numbness in his right leg, as if he had kicked a piece of steel, and his forward-moving body stopped in mid-air.

Seeing Long Aotian's terrified gaze, Huo Yuhao chuckled, grabbed Long Aotian's right leg with his left hand, and executed a clean over-the-shoulder throw, sending Long Aotian slamming into the ground.

During their first encounter, Long Aotian was already no match for him. Now that he has completed his third awakening, his physical abilities have taken another leap forward.

Long Aotian's attacks felt like tickling.

The other disciples also realized what was happening and quickly activated their soul skills to support Long Aotian and help him escape the danger.

With a flash of light, Life and Death Reincarnation's eyes illuminated the entire area, and the Silent Soul Skill covered the entire field. All the disciples felt their soul power running wildly out of control, making it difficult to even mobilize it, let alone activate the soul skill.

However, there are exceptions, such as a short, fat man with his mouth open, a long tongue sticking out, and saliva flying everywhere.

"Take this tongue strike!"

His muffled voice was filled with excitement.

Huo Yuhao's expression changed drastically, and he quickly pulled back to create distance.

This disciple, whose martial soul is clearly the tongue, did not use any soul skills, relying entirely on his tongue and saliva. The physical damage was zero, while the mental damage was maximized.

If Huo Yuhao were to actually get licked, he would feel like dying.

Long Aotian, who was lying on the ground, broke free from Huo Yuhao's suppression and quickly jumped up, his face solemn.

"Brothers, this is a tough one, let's stick together!"

The other disciples cursed inwardly, thinking that Long Aotian had no shame whatsoever.

It was quite obvious that these people were no match for Huo Yuhao at all; even if they all attacked together, they would only be beaten senseless.

Long Aotian even tricked them into going there to deliver the gift, without even giving them a buff!

Huo Yuhao stood at a distance, his entire body covered in a layer of ice crystals, so he wouldn't be afraid of mental harm.

Then, looking over here, clearly not having had enough, he said provocatively.

"Heh, that's all?"

How could the young, hot-blooded disciples, whose minds were dominated by muscles, tolerate such insulting and provocative words?

His face turned bright red instantly, and he rushed forward without caring about anything else.

Huo Yuhao produced an ice crystal spear and charged left and right like a tiger among sheep, fighting with unrestrained freedom.

With the advantage of God's perspective and the ability to see through illusions, Huo Yuhao could find flaws in the attacks of his disciples almost without much thought.

The icy spears lashed hard at the disciples' buttocks, the burning pain accompanied by a chilling numbness that traveled to their brains, causing them to wail incessantly.

The third awakening is a comprehensive improvement, not only enhancing physical fitness but also significantly improving coordination and agility.

With the spear in hand, it was almost like an extension of his arm; he could aim and hit exactly where he wanted.

However, Huo Yuhao was still very careful. He didn't hit any vital parts, just some fleshy and nerve-rich areas, like his buttocks.

In this way, the disciple will only feel excruciating pain, but will not suffer any hidden injuries.

The outcome was already decided; only a few disciples remained, stubbornly resisting, unwilling to suffer a beating or to lie down in such a humiliating state.

"Brothers! Even if we get beaten to a pulp, we must show the Holy Son the spirit of the Body Sect!"

One of the disciples, a small-eyed one, darted around and shouted as he rushed to the front, his skin glossy and tough.

The others gave him a strange look.

This guy is too shrewd. By acknowledging Huo Yuhao's status as the Holy Son in advance, Huo Yuhao will definitely not have the heart to hit him hard when he gets beaten later.

There are bad people among the crowd!

However, many people secretly regretted not being the first to speak up.

Although the members of the Body Sect are all brutes whose brains are filled with muscle, they are not fools and can understand the situation.

I'd naturally try to avoid getting beaten up as much as possible.

What followed was a massive, continuous barrage of compliments.

"That's right, that's right, Your Highness, take this challenge!"

"Handsome and dashing Holy Son, I'm not someone to be trifled with!"

"Come, brave and fearless Holy Son, defeat me and subdue me! I am willing to build the Body Sect under your leadership!"

Huo Yuhao paused, his spear still in his hand, unsure whether he should continue the attack.

The disciples realized this wouldn't do! How could they pretend to fall down if you didn't knock it down?

He was so anxious that he blurted out whatever came to mind.

"Holy Son, show no mercy! Whip us as you please!"

"Come here, Your Majesty!"

"Your Highness, are you out of energy? Haven't you eaten?"

The atmosphere froze as the last sentence was uttered. All the disciples turned their heads stiffly, their eyes filled with terror.

What are you saying, you bastard?

We want the Holy Son to show mercy and surrender, not to provoke him so we can get an even harsher beating!

As expected, Huo Yuhao's gentle expression turned cold again, and he swung his spear down without mercy, accompanied by a whistling sound.

This time, the blows were much harder and more forceful than any of the previous ones the disciple had taken.

The excruciating pain ripped through his nerves, causing his throat muscles to twitch and erupt into a loud, mournful cry, as a tear slid down his cheek.

"Ami-lo!"

"ah!!"

"Holy Son, please don't!"

The disciples who had been lying down and pretending to be dead all closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the tragic state of their fellow disciples.

It was too brutal. Before the disciples could even begin to explain, Huo Yuhao's spear was already slammed into their mouths.

The first blow to the mouth prevents begging for mercy, the second blow to the legs prevents escape, and the next instant, the blows fall like raindrops, leaving afterimages.

However, Huo Yuhao wasn't some kind of demon, and he still kept his distance.

This battle thoroughly established the Holy Son's prestige, and after the Holy Son's challenge, it was said that an unrestricted free-fighting competition also took place.

One warrior used his own flesh to beat a large number of disciples, his body covered with bruises and medals.

After the war, the Hundred Herbs Hall of the Body Sect ushered in its most fulfilling and busiest period of life.

That night, the Body Sect arranged a grand banquet, with unlimited fine wine and food. The elders and disciples were all immersed in the feast, forgetting all about their status.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and the intoxicating aroma of wine, even the flying insects were intoxicated.

"From now on, Huo Yuhao is the Holy Son of our Body Sect. His words are my words! If I lose contact with him, the Holy Son will succeed me as Sect Master!"

Du Busi roared and handed Huo Yuhao a seal with the words "Body Body" engraved on the bottom and various Body Martial Souls carved on the surface.

"My Body Sect! It belongs to everyone! We are one family. If anyone bullies our family, we'll show them what the Body Sect is all about! What the hell is the Body Sect?!"

After saying that, he passed out drunkenly, even though he wasn't poisoned to death.

At this banquet, Du Busi was the one who was toasted the most. Naturally, this kind of celebratory banquet could not be resolved with soul power, so Du Busi became the first person to get drunk.

The others laughed heartily, but their wine glasses never stopped moving.

Cheers and laughter echoed throughout the night.