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But in just a short while, the figure of the messenger of death disappeared.
Boom boom boom——
Continuous explosions were heard from all around the cave. Rocks from the top of the cave fell one after another, and the entire cave began to collapse bit by bit.
"asshole!"
Xuan Lao wanted to chase after the Death Messenger, but at the moment it was more important to protect the other disciples from leaving the cave. He flashed and led the seriously injured inner court disciple and the reserve team members out of the cave.
All the disciples moved to the gentle hillside outside the cave. When others were about to check on the injuries of the inner courtyard disciples, they saw that the originally wide cave entrance had turned into ruins.
"Damn it!" Old Xuan growled, gritting his teeth.
His back muscles suddenly bulged, tearing his originally tattered clothes. His whole body swelled greatly, and a pair of long spiral horns grew on both sides of his head. His messy hair also turned completely brown.
Nine soul rings, two yellow, two purple, four black and one red, rose up behind him and the air around him solidified under his terrifying pressure.
He moved and was about to rush towards the cave ruins.
"what--"
Wang Dong suddenly screamed in a sharp woman's voice.
Wang Yan hurriedly asked: "Wang Dong, what's wrong with you?"
Wang Dong turned to look at Wang Yan, his big blue eyes filled with fear, and his voice trembled as he said, "Teacher Wang, Yuhao is missing!"
"what?"
……
The messenger of death was running at high speed in the secret passage of the cave, making a crazy sound.
"I didn't expect there would be a Titled Douluo-level expert. But don't worry. It won't take more than ten years. Even a Titled Douluo is no match for me, the Death Messenger."
At this moment, a figure caught up with him from the back of the tunnel at a terrifying speed, intercepted him halfway and crashed into a hole in the wall.
"The messenger of death, huh?"
"I will send you to see death right now."
Chapter 127 Messenger of Death
The third-level propulsion soul guide behind Huo Yuhao emitted a striking light in the dark tunnel.
When the Messenger of Death turned into smoke, Huo Yuhao discovered that he had actually hidden in this tunnel, and immediately followed him.
Three white soul rings lit up behind Huo Yuhao. He activated the Ice Emperor's Claw and accurately grabbed the Death Messenger's head with the help of a high-speed charge. The thrusters continued to increase their output power, pressing his head hard against the wall.
"what--"
Under the huge impact, the Messenger of Death let out an indistinct scream of pain, but Huo Yuhao did not hold back at all.
The scorpion tail extends from behind the waist, and the two major domain-type soul skills of the torso bone and the external soul bone, the Everfreeze Domain and the Ice-Blue Emperor's Might, are superimposed and released at the same time. The frigid chill corrodes the reality and the soul at the same time.
This narrow tunnel was suddenly covered with ice, and the body of the messenger of death was completely frozen in the ice.
The scorpion's tail pierced through the ice, pierced the Death Messenger's shoulder blade, and stabbed into the wall of the cave behind him.
Not a drop of the bright red blood flowed out, as it solidified into ice chips in the extreme cold.
The messenger of Death originally thought that the Titled Douluo had not chased him and that he had already escaped. He never expected that this young man with only three white soul rings would have such terrifying strength.
The low temperature froze his nerves, making him unable to feel pain.
Huo Yuhao lifted his cloak, revealing a face as skinny as a skeleton with only a layer of skin left, and his two eyes were emitting a pale green light.
“Now, I ask and you answer.” Huo Yuhao said coldly.
"Ah - yes, yes, sir, please ask." The messenger of death seemed obedient on the surface, but in fact he was controlling the corpse slaves left not far away to rush over here.
"What is your relationship with the Sun-Moon Empire? Or, what is your relationship with the Holy Spirit Church?"
The Death Messenger said, "Holy Spirit Church? Haha, I seem to have heard of this name. They seemed to have sent someone to recruit me. What they said was to my liking. We evil soul masters are all great beings."
"But I am not interested in their Holy Emperor. I am the spokesperson and messenger of the God of Death."
"But they also gave me some benefits, asking me to do more damage in the Xingluo Empire. Haha, they don't know that although I accepted their benefits, I also killed many people from the Sun and Moon Empire."
"Okay, now, my corpse slave has arrived. Go to hell!"
As he spoke, twelve strange and stiff figures approached. Their skin was the same iron-gray color as zombies, their eyes were hollow and lifeless, their nails were extremely long, and they smelled of decay.
The third soul ring behind the Death Messenger lit up, and the twelve corpse slaves suddenly accelerated and pounced on Huo Yuhao like lightning.
Suddenly, Huo Yuhao's eyes turned gray, and the three white soul rings behind him also turned into gray soul rings with a series of afterimages.
"You, you are also an evil soul master!" The messenger of death was shocked.
He could feel that he had suddenly lost control of the corpse slaves, and even his greatest reliance - making them self-destruct - was impossible.
Huo Yuhao just looked at him coldly, his gray eyes full of indifference, and said nothing.
The corpse slaves stopped moving, and faint white flames began to light up in their eyes, and they pounced out again.
However, this time their target was no longer Huo Yuhao, but the messenger of death whose body was frozen and had nowhere to escape.
"what--"
The echo of the screams lingered in the long tunnel for a long time, and in the blink of an eye, the messenger of death was torn into pieces by his own corpse slaves.
Huo Yuhao said calmly: “Having a messenger like you, the God of Death is really unlucky for eight lifetimes.”
When the messenger of death died, wisps of white air rose from the bodies of the corpse slaves, who fell to the ground and turned into piles of white bones.
Huo Yuhao leaned his body against the frozen cave wall to rest. In the cold environment, his recovery speed was faster. The consumption of Ice Emperor's soul skills was too great. Just those two domain skills could drain most of the soul power.
Bingdi's voice of praise sounded: "Yuhao, you did a good job. Keep using it like this, and you will be able to integrate with my power faster."
Huo Yuhao nodded. Unleashing the Ice Emperor's spirit skills without reservation was extremely beneficial to his spirit power. Just now, he had broken through to level 27 in one fell swoop.
But he had no extra joy to celebrate, his heart was now in great confusion.
boom--
There was another loud noise, and the huge body possessed by Old Xuan's martial spirit rushed forward, clearing all obstacles and arriving at this end of the tunnel.
"Yuhao!"
Seeing Huo Yuhao, who looked calm, and the messenger of death who had been chopped into pieces, Elder Xuan asked, “This…did you do this?”
“I guess so.” Huo Yuhao said calmly, “He is an evil soul master, and was devoured by his own corpse slaves.”
"Good, good, well done, Yuhao." Elder Xuan released the spirit from his body, "You have avenged Yao Haoxuan."
Although the regretful expression seemed indifferent, Old Xuan knew from looking at the surrounding ice and snow and traces of fighting that Huo Yuhao must have experienced a fierce battle.
What kind of monster is this who can kill a five-ring soul king with the strength of a two-ring soul?
Huo Yuhao did not feel a trace of joy, but lowered his head and said calmly: "But he didn't need others to help him get revenge."
"Master Xuan, where did you go at the beginning?"
"I..." Old Xuan paused and opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
"I asked Teacher Wang Yan before, and he said that this is the training of the academy, and you will not help unless it is absolutely necessary."
Huo Yuhao stood up and walked back slowly.
"I now understand why those seniors got separated from their teachers and were killed by hundred thousand year old spirit beasts."
"It seems that the death of a few people is not a last resort."
Old Xuan had a gloomy face and stood there blankly for a while.
Then, he suddenly became furious and razed the entire cave, including the small hill where it was located, to the ground. The surviving bandits would have no chance of survival.
"Yuhao, you're back."
Seeing Huo Yuhao returning safely, Wang Dong's face was filled with surprise and he finally felt relieved.
Huo Yuhao returned to the hillside and, together with other students, saw Master Xuan venting his rage in silence.
Back on the hillside, Xuan Lao asked painfully, "Wang Yan, how is everyone doing?"
Wang Yan answered truthfully: "Chen Zifeng's right hand is broken, Gong Yangmo is the most seriously injured, with severe internal injuries and poison injuries. They and Xixi have been poisoned and have started to have a high fever. They need immediate treatment."
"Ma Xiaotao, Dai Yaoheng, and Ling Luochen were not poisoned. They only had some internal and external injuries. They will recover after a short rest."
"Master Xuan, where is the messenger of death?"
Xuan Lao closed his eyes and said dejectedly: "He was killed by Yu Hao."
Wang Yan was stunned. He didn't expect that Huo Yuhao, who only had two rings, could actually kill a five-ring soul king.
Elder Xuan opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Wang Yan, the arduous task is now on you. You take them back to the barracks first, and when Ma Xiaotao and the other three are stable, go to Xingluo City to participate in the competition. I will take Gong Yangmo, Chen Zifeng and Xixi back to the academy for treatment. There is no time to lose, let's act immediately."
As he spoke, he enveloped them with a strong white soul power and looked at the seven members of the reserve team.
"The sudden change is entirely my fault. You are the only ones who can hold on in this fighting spirit competition. You must at least hold on until Xiaotao and the other two recover."
"Children, the honor of the academy depends on you. Victory and honor belong to you, and defeat and shame belong to me."
After saying that, he took the three of them and flew to Shrek Academy.
Huo Yuhao stared coldly in the direction where he disappeared.
"Don't have a long memory."
Chapter 128 Electrolux's Affirmation
night.
The Western Army Group of the Xingluo Empire, the Central Legion Camp.
Everyone from Shrek Academy is resting here for the time being.
Inside the tent, the three most seriously injured people, Ma Xiaotao, Dai Yaoheng and Ling Luochen, had regained consciousness, but their faces were pale. Everyone else also looked gloomy.
Wang Yan said bitterly: "Kids, I'm glad you're all right. When you recover a little, we'll head to Xingluo City."
"For this Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Fighting Competition, we may really need your reserve players to take over first."
He Caitou said, "Teacher Wang, do you really want us to go? Can we do it?"