Chapter 521: Does Huo Yuhao Really Have a Powerful Figure Behind Him?! Huo Yuhao’s Ten-Move Agreement with Long Xiaoyao (Side Story)
Golden sunlight poured down like liquid metal, dyeing half the sky in a clear, warm hue.
It formed a sharp boundary with the ink-dark sky in the north.
Long Xiaoyao and the many powerful figures present all looked south at the same time.
In their field of vision—
there was no figure.
Yet faintly...
an indescribable pressure quietly descended.
It was not Spirit Power.
Nor was it an imposing aura.
It felt more like a kind of "presence" that touched the level of the soul.
As if eyes from the heavens were gazing down upon them, stirring uneasy tremors within their hearts.
The wind suddenly stilled.
Even the clouds seemed frozen.
This stretch of heaven and earth began to tremble.
The next moment—
the horizon that had only been flowing with golden light seemed as though an invisible giant hand had lifted away a veil.
The golden glow no longer merely shone down.
Instead, it poured forth like a ruptured celestial river, cascading between the clouds and mountains, forming a magnificent curtain of light.
Someone muttered hoarsely, "That is... Huo Yuhao."
Within the waterfall of light,
a figure stepped through the air.
He did not walk quickly. His blue robes fluttered within the radiant streams of light. Each step he took caused the vast golden curtain to ripple.
Behind him—
a divine eye thousands of meters wide, blazing like a sun, manifested.
From its pupil erupted flowing flames of life with a crystal-like brilliance.
Wherever its gaze passed,
space rippled with golden-emerald waves.
Points of shimmering green light appeared out of thin air, falling to the ground where they sprouted, grew, and blossomed in an instant.
Huo Yuhao walked along this path of life that had appeared from nothing.
His steps seemed slow, yet after only a few strides he arrived within several hundred meters of the Darkness Holy Dragon.
The two greatest experts of the age stared at each other.
The world fell into
absolute silence.
In terms of aura, Huo Yuhao was not inferior to Long Xiaoyao in the slightest.
Those experts who had previously spoken critically about Huo Yuhao no longer dared to say another word.
Jing Hongchen was even more shaken inside.
Ignoring the pale-faced Xiao Hongchen, he hurriedly began deploying more and more soul tools.
...
"Truly incredible," Long Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "In just one month, you have improved to such an extent again. No wonder you were so eager to accept this ten-move agreement.
But even if you possess the combat strength of a Limit Douluo, defeating me within ten moves is still a delusion."
Huo Yuhao replied calmly, "We’ll know once we try."
Long Xiaoyao’s gaze moved past Huo Yuhao
and fell upon the Shrek group that had arrived behind him.
Mu En, Xuan Zi, Yan Shaozhe, Xian Lin’er—every one of them a famous Titled Douluo known across the continent.
Besides them,
there were also Zhang Lexuan, Ma Xiaotao, Wang Dong, Bei Bei, and other friends and companions.
Suddenly—
Long Xiaoyao’s eyes froze.
His gaze fixed on the center of the crowd.
A young man in white, like the bright moon suspended in the sky, stood there while the people around him resembled stars gathered around it.
His face looked no older than twenty. His features were clear and refined, like snow reflecting off jade mountains, with a faint smile resting on his lips.
The wind brushed through his loose black hair and the slightly open collar of his robe. His entire bearing radiated carefree elegance, as if it might step right out of a painting.
He casually raised his hand.
A line of clear liquor poured from the mouth of a jug, and he tilted his head back to drink.
Then he wiped the corner of his mouth, his smile deepening slightly.
As if the tense atmosphere of heaven and earth—
was nothing more than a small performance to accompany his wine.
Not only Long Xiaoyao,
but the various forces hidden across the surrounding mountain peaks also noticed this scene.
For Shrek’s trip this time,
the elder council had gathered, the geniuses had all arrived, and even the terminally ill Mu En had personally come in a wheelchair.
So who exactly was that white-robed youth?
Even Mu En, who stood equal in fame to the Darkness Holy Dragon, was willing to stand beside him.
Silent looks of shock and doubt spread among the many powerful figures.
Suddenly, they recalled...
a rumor that had circulated across the continent before, yet that no one had ever believed:
There was another powerful figure standing behind Huo Yuhao.
"Could the rumors be true?!"
Long Xiaoyao’s expression grew increasingly astonished.
He was just about to speak—
when Huo Yuhao stepped slightly to the side, blocking his line of sight.
"Long Xiaoyao, words are useless. Let the ten-move agreement begin."
Huo Yuhao’s voice suddenly became distant and ethereal.
As his words fell—
the temperature of the entire region dropped sharply.
Heavy snow began to fall, swirling through the air. Within a few breaths everything turned pale white; beyond five meters, nothing could be seen.
But the powerful experts present were horrified to see—
that behind Huo Yuhao, the Spirit Eye Martial Soul quietly faded away, replaced by the towering shadow of a colossal beast that seemed to blot out the sky.
"ROAR!"
A deafening roar exploded through the air, causing everyone’s blood and energy to churn violently.
Rolling waves of tangible sound dispersed the wind and snow, revealing the true form of the massive beast.
It was a frost giant ape, towering as if competing with the heavens themselves. Its long blue-white fur fluttered in the wind, covered with countless icicles that clinked together with crisp sounds.
"Fight!"
With that single word—
Huo Yuhao threw a punch toward Long Xiaoyao.
Behind him, the Titan Blood Demon King also raised its gigantic fist, like a collapsing snow mountain.
The might of that single punch was earth-shaking.
A storm like blades swept across the mountain range.
The experts on every peak cried out in alarm and hurriedly circulated their Spirit Power to resist it.
Those with slightly weaker cultivation were blown straight off the mountains.
Facing that punch head-on, even Long Xiaoyao felt his heart tremble.
But he was the Dragon Emperor Douluo, one of the supreme experts of the age.
There was no reason for him to evade.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort—
the ink-black Spirit Power occupying half the sky surged violently.
The Darkness Holy Dragon twisted its massive body.
Its colossal form, stretching over ten thousand meters, gathered terrifying power.
That overwhelming force flowed along its immense body all the way to its tail.
Facing the frost giant fist—
the dragon’s tail lashed out fiercely.
The power of that single strike caused the sky along its path to split open with hideous cracks.
Under countless horrified gazes, the dragon tail and the giant fist collided head-on.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Heaven and earth fell silent for a moment.
Then a tangible ring-shaped shockwave erupted violently from the point of impact.
"Not good—retreat!"
"They’re going all out from the start! The power of Limit Douluo is truly terrifying!"
Seeing the shockwave racing toward their mountain peaks, the gathered experts fled in panic.
The next instant—
a series of earth-shattering explosions rang out, and the mountains within a hundred-mile radius collapsed completely.
Many people clutched their chests, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, staring in shock at the stalemated giant fist and dragon tail.
"A... a draw?!"
Just as someone finished saying it—
thick spatial cracks as large as mountain ranges spread wildly from the point where the fist and tail met.
Space itself was breaking apart!
The sheer terror of their clash was obvious.
Long Xiaoyao’s breathing was slightly hurried as he looked at the cold-faced, blue-robed youth.
The Darkness Holy Dragon beneath him let out an unwilling dragon roar, yet it still could not stop itself from slowly retreating.
Youth overcomes age in raw strength!
Now that Huo Yuhao possessed the power of a Limit Douluo, Long Xiaoyao had fallen behind in a contest of pure physical force.
But he had his own advantages.
Buzz—
Buzz—
Spirit Rings spread outward beneath his feet one by one.
The seventh Spirit Ring, dark and tinged with crimson, suddenly lit up.
"Seventh Spirit Ability — Darkness Holy Dragon True Body!"
An ancient dragon roar echoed across the heavens.
The Darkness Holy Dragon’s already ten-thousand-meter-long body grew even larger, becoming more solid and imposing.
The previous disadvantage instantly disappeared—
and even pushed forward another hundred meters.
Long Xiaoyao was about to speak—
when he saw Huo Yuhao’s Spirit Power surge as his own Spirit Rings began to appear...