Douluo Continent: Reborn as Yuhao, they all have ulterior motives.

Chapter 58 The World Is Not a Wonderful Place

Two distinctly different lights, orange-gold and blood-red, filled Uncle Jiang's vision.

The ceiling lights had been destroyed by the frozen realm, and their magnificent colors were breathtaking in the dim room, but Uncle Jiang felt icy cold inside.

How could a two-ring Grand Soul Master possess a 100,000-year Soul Ring?!

And what's with that orange-gold spirit ring?!

The fine scales spread all the way to Huo Yuhao's shoulders before stopping, the white and blue colors reflecting each other in the moonlight streaming in from the window, creating a dreamlike glow.

Those silvery-white vertical pupils were like a god high above, looking down on everything on earth.

There was not a trace of tenderness, not a trace of pity.

All that remains is a chilling indifference.

In an instant, the dragon-scaled hand grabbed Uncle Jiang's right wrist, preventing the red light from penetrating any further.

Sensing the opponent's power, an incredulous look flashed in Uncle Jiang's eyes again. Although his martial soul was not good at strength, it should not be something that a great soul master could match.

What kind of martial spirit is this?!

dragon?

Huo Yuhao obviously wouldn't answer his question. As the orange-gold spirit ring lit up, his two forearms seemed to be covered with a layer of shimmering ice crystal film.

First Soul Skill: Ice Emperor's Claw.

Before Uncle Jiang could react, Huo Yuhao, whose arm strength had increased again, twisted his arms with all his might. A sound of bones cracking rang out, followed by Uncle Jiang's muffled groan filled with pain.

Seeing that Uncle Jiang could no longer maintain the red light in his hand due to the pain, Huo Yuhao remained calm and forcefully pulled down with his left hand, which was still gripping the other's wrist.

Caught off guard, Uncle Jiang fell face-down, colliding with Huo Yuhao's knee as he suddenly raised it upwards.

boom--

With a severe blow to his face, his nasal bridge collapsed, and two blood-stained teeth flew to the ground. Uncle Jiang fell backward uncontrollably.

Whether it was due to pain or something else, Uncle Jiang seemed to have been hit in the tear ducts, and tears streamed uncontrollably from his eyes, mixing with the blood from his nose and winding down his distorted face. His expression was no longer as ferocious as before.

Hearing the footsteps approaching again, he trembled and, enduring the excruciating pain, spoke in a shuddering voice.

"Please, let me go."

However, the only response he received was Huo Yuhao's indifferent, silvery-white eyes.

"You must have heard those words countless times when you were tormenting others, right?"

Huo Yuhao calmly countered, "How did you do it?"

Uncle Jiang opened his mouth, trembling for a long time, unsure how to answer the question.

Seeing this, Huo Yuhao sighed softly, and the soul ring beneath him, symbolizing 100,000 years, emitted an eerie blood-red light.

A beautiful ice-blue lotus flower appeared in his hand, surrounded by a white, chilling aura.

Huo Yuhao, who was also using this soul skill for the first time, carefully examined the snow lotus for a moment, then reached out and plucked a petal, putting it into his mouth.

The petals were smooth and cool to the touch, and apart from a refreshing fragrance, they didn't have any particular flavor. It felt to Huo Yuhao like he was holding a piece of ice in his mouth.

As the petals gradually melted, turning into wisps of liquid that accumulated in his mouth, Huo Yuhao hesitated for a moment, then swallowed the liquid whole.

In just a moment, he clearly felt that his ice attribute had been greatly enhanced, and his eyes lit up involuntarily.

It seems that because his martial soul quality is too high, the amplification is not particularly large, but judging from the speed at which the snow lotus melts, this effect can last for about twenty minutes.

Moreover, it not only amplifies ice attributes, but Huo Yuhao's mind also became much clearer under that fragrance, which should have the effect of relieving dizziness.

It should be noted that Ning Tian, the owner of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the number one weapon spirit on the continent in his previous life, had one of his spirit skills that could remove control.

However, Ning Tian's soul skill is a one-time use skill, while Huo Yuhao's skill, as long as it is held in his mouth beforehand, will continue to remove the control effect until the petals completely melt. Even if used by a soul master with a non-ice attribute martial soul, it is definitely a very powerful skill.

Huo Yuhao turned his gaze back to Uncle Jiang and spoke softly.

"To be honest, I've dealt with many evil spirit masters and understand your situation, but there are some things..."

Huo Yuhao paused, his voice turning cold and stern.

"Once you do it, you have to be prepared to pay the price."

As the crimson soul ring lit up again, the snow lotus in Huo Yuhao's hand actually began to change from its crystal-clear blue to a pure white.

Huo Yuhao indifferently released his grip, and the snow lotus in his hand floated down lightly like a leaf in the autumn wind.

And in this process, the lotus flower, which was previously half-open, seemed to be accelerated, with its petals unfolding layer by layer.

Finally, it burst forth in all directions.

Those seemingly soft petals were now like the sharpest blades, mercilessly cutting into the bodies of everyone present except Huo Yuhao, including the gloomy man.

Even after piercing their bodies, the blood-stained petals, like tofu, mostly disappeared into the wall.

As the petals slowly dissipated, the once relatively clean room walls were covered in frost and holes, stained with blood, looking like hell.

After looking around the now silent room, Huo Yuhao let out a soft breath, withdrew his martial spirit, and slowly walked to the door of the room where the young man had been.

Pushing open the door, Huo Yuhao calmly turned to the side, looking at the five trembling civilians and the young man inside.

"You can go home now."

After a brief silence, a look of surprise flashed in the eyes of several civilians, and they rushed outside one after another. The young man at the back trembled when he saw the horrific scene in the room.

This was made by a Grand Soul Master!?

He subconsciously looked at Huo Yuhao, but he just couldn't connect the scene in front of him with the seemingly harmless boy beside him.

"What? Aren't you leaving yet? Are you planning to avenge them?"

"I"

Seeing the other person's hesitant expression, Huo Yuhao lowered his eyes and gently kicked the corpse at his feet.

"Actually, he's right. Sometimes, weakness is the original sin. You have no choice when facing many things."

"Everyone loves stories of heroes, and everyone wants to be that hero, but most people can only serve as background characters saved by heroes, or as tools to provoke heroes' indignation through their deaths."

"There is no other choice."

Huo Yuhao paused for a moment, then calmly stated the facts.

"Because this world is not a beautiful place."

The young man lowered his eyes slightly, his body trembling.

"But I think—"

From the silence, Huo Yuhao looked at the moonlight outside the window and spoke softly.

"If we deny everything we hold dear because of this, then even the values of the past will lose all meaning."

"I saw everything you did, and even at the very end, you never gave in to depravity."

At this point, Huo Yuhao smirked, patted the young man's shoulder, and turned to walk out the door.

"You're really amazing."

Squeak—bang.

The iron gate was closed.