Chapter 522: Dragon Binding the Titan? Martial Soul Evolves Again! Huo Yuhao Crushes Long Xiaoyao (Side Story)
After Long Xiaoyao unleashed his Martial Soul True Body, the disadvantage he had shown earlier disappeared, and he even began gaining the upper hand.
There was no helping it.
Long Xiaoyao’s foundation was simply too deep.
In comparison, Huo Yuhao was only a youth barely twenty years old. When it came to competing in Spirit Power, the gap between them was enormous.
Just as the many powerful figures watching believed that Huo Yuhao might soon be defeated—
something unexpected happened.
Huo Yuhao’s head erupted with surging, boundless Spirit Power, and beneath his feet Spirit Rings began rising one by one.
Crimson, dark gold, dark gold, dark gold, emerald, emerald...
Six extraordinary Spirit Rings manifested.
Their dazzling radiance washed over heaven and earth like a tidal wave.
Within the system of Spirit Masters, the recognized Spirit Ring colors were white, yellow, purple, black, and red.
But the colors of Huo Yuhao’s Spirit Rings completely shattered that understanding.
"What age are Huo Yuhao’s Spirit Rings?! Why do they feel even more terrifying than hundred-thousand-year Spirit Rings?!"
"Even Tang San, who became a god ten thousand years ago, didn’t have such an outrageous configuration!"
"No wonder he’s called the greatest genius in history—his talent surpasses even Tang San’s!"
"No matter how talented Huo Yuhao is, he hasn’t even reached level 70, so he can’t use Martial Soul True Body—"
Before the speaker could finish—
a surge of boundless spiritual light burst forth beyond Huo Yuhao’s sixth Spirit Ring, which already covered a thousand-meter radius.
Endless golden brilliance spread outward, as if the heavens themselves had melted, gathering beneath Huo Yuhao’s feet into a mysterious Spirit Ring engraved with tree patterns.
This Spirit Ring shone with an ancient golden color, etched with patterns like tree bark. It radiated an archaic aura as if it shared the same lifespan as heaven and earth.
Under countless disbelieving gazes—
behind Huo Yuhao,
a massive ancient tree forged from pure gold spread its branches, blotting out the sky and stretching for thousands of miles.
Millions of beams of divine light cascaded like celestial waterfalls from the branches of the Ancient Golden Tree, pouring down onto the Titan Snow Demon King’s true body.
The Ancient Golden Tree was the core of this world, containing vast and boundless life energy.
Li Zhexian had divided it into the "Body of the Ancient Tree" and the "Soul of the Ancient Tree," pairing them respectively with Huo Yuhao’s Titan Snow Demon King and Life Divine Eye.
The Titan Snow Demon King was already an ultimate body.
With the enhancement of the Ancient Golden Tree’s body, just how powerful would it become?
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Titan Snow Demon King pounded its chest with both fists and roared toward the heavens.
Its already sky-blocking body began to grow even taller, its bulging muscles tearing space apart.
It stepped forward—
and crushed an entire mountain peak beneath its foot.
Yet its body continued expanding madly.
Until the shadow it cast swallowed the surrounding mountain ranges.
Its originally blue-and-white fur became coated with flowing brilliant gold.
Yet within the golden glow shone crystal-blue frost.
It was as if a body forged from gold had frozen within it the eternal ice of the polar lands.
Gold as bones, frost and snow as soul.
The Titan bloodline underwent atavistic evolution, revealing its ancient true form—
Golden Frostfall Behemoth!
The only Behemoth giant beast in existence to possess ultimate ice had descended.
The terrifying might of a primordial beast said to be capable of tearing dragons apart with its bare hands, combined with a supreme cold capable of freezing the very origin of the soul.
At this moment the two merged completely.
They became a tangible, overwhelming pressure that swept across heaven and earth.
The pressure alone made the powerful figures who had retreated ten thousand meters away tremble uncontrollably.
Some weaker cultivators, especially those with beast-type martial souls, even felt the urge to kneel in worship.
Even experts with martial souls as powerful as Mu En and Elder Xuan felt as though they were facing a higher lifeform, their hearts filled with unease.
"What kind of martial soul is that?!"
"My martial soul carries dragon bloodline—why do I feel such overwhelming fear?!"
"It must be some kind of ancient primordial species..."
If Mu En felt this way—
then Long Xiaoyao, who stood on the same level as him, felt it even more strongly as he directly faced the Frostfall Behemoth’s pressure.
His expression instantly became grave.
The Darkness Holy Dragon beneath him let out uneasy roars. Its massive body twisted as dark clouds churned violently.
Boom!
The dragon’s tail tore through the sky again, lashing downward with ferocious force.
At the same time—
a pair of terrifying dragon claws, curved like hooks, slashed forward with the power to shatter mountains and split the earth.
The Frostfall Behemoth’s arm—like an eternal mountain—did not dodge or retreat.
Instead, it stretched forward directly.
The dragon tail and dragon claws struck the gigantic arm one after another...
Boom!
Boom!
The void exploded with visible ripples of distortion one after another. The metallic roar of the collision shook the surrounding experts so violently that their blood and energy churned, their ears ringing loudly.
The next moment—
the Behemoth’s five fingers closed together.
The motion looked slow,
yet in truth it was faster than a flash of light.
The Darkness Holy Dragon didn’t even have time to pull back or dodge before an irresistible force of capture locked the surrounding space in place.
Clouds and mist frantically escaped through the gaps between the fingers.
The Behemoth’s gigantic hand, covered in golden fur, had already firmly gripped the dragon’s tail.
"ROAR!"
Two streams of white breath mixed with ice crystals shot out from its cavern-like nostrils.
The towering body of the Frostfall Behemoth suddenly sank downward. The muscles of the giant arm holding the dragon tail bulged as it swung the Darkness Holy Dragon into the air.
The dragon’s body cut through the sky, producing a roar like a collapsing heavenly pillar.
The surrounding air was compressed into layers of visible white shock rings.
"ROAR!"
The Darkness Holy Dragon let out a roar filled with both pain and fury. Its massive body twisted violently, dark clouds pouring from the gaps between its scales as it tried to dissolve into mist and escape.
But the end of its tail was still firmly clamped.
Every attempt to struggle—
pulled the entire dragon body straight as a spear.
Its bones creaked under the immense force with a grinding sound that made teeth ache.
The Behemoth’s giant arm drew an arc capable of shattering mountains and breaking peaks, dragging the dragon’s body and smashing it violently toward the mountain range below.
In that instant—
time seemed to freeze.
In the dragon’s eyes was reflected the rapidly approaching mountains and earth.
The next moment—
BOOOOM!
BOOOOM!
The mountains collapsed.
Rocks shattered into powder and shot skyward. Entire ridges split apart as if struck by the whip of a god. A terrifying trench stretching dozens of miles instantly tore open, dust and shattered stone surging outward like a raging tidal wave.
The Darkness Holy Dragon was embedded deep within the mountains, raising its head weakly and letting out a mournful cry.
Large patches of its dark jade-like scales shattered and fell away, revealing blood-soaked dragon flesh and bone beneath.
The world fell silent. Only the wind howled softly.
The watching experts stared stiffly at the ruined mountains, where the Darkness Holy Dragon lay embedded amid the swirling dust.
Just the first move!
The Darkness Holy Dragon, which had dominated the continent for more than a hundred years, had been completely crushed in a single exchange.
Compared with the towering ape-like figure that resembled a demonic god, the once-mighty black dragon now looked astonishingly weak.
Jing Hongchen’s lips trembled. In his pupils was reflected the vivid dark-red dragon blood.
A chill ran up his spine, making his scalp tingle as his entire body turned cold and stiff.
Xiao Hongchen stiffly turned his neck to look at Jing Hongchen.
—This is the Huo Yuhao who, in your words, "would not have half a chance of winning if you used your full arsenal"?!
His already teetering "Dao heart" completely collapsed at this moment.
Boom!
The ruined mountains exploded again, stones shooting upward.
A figure wrapped in boiling black flames burst out from the dust.
It was Long Xiaoyao!
His face was pale, blood glaring at the corner of his mouth. His black robe was badly torn, yet his gray eyes burned with terrifying intensity.
"Huo Yuhao..."
He wiped the blood from his lips. His voice sounded like iron sand grinding together, yet every word struck the void like a hammer.
"I underestimated you."
As his words fell—
the eighth Spirit Ring beneath his feet suddenly shone.
A crimson light like fresh blood instantly dyed half the sky red, casting a tragic scarlet glow over the shattered mountains around them.
Long Xiaoyao spread his arms.
Endless dark Spirit Power surged out of his body, turning into rolling black flames that swept in all directions.
"Eighth Spirit Ability — Dark Dragon Netherflame Burning the Heavens!"