"Not bad."
Within his sea of consciousness—
The Bear Lord's deep voice carried a rare note of approval.
"My power ought to be domineering and fierce. The Creation God truly has discerning eyes."
Glancing at the Bear Lord, who never missed a chance to praise Li Zhexian, Skydreamnodded as well.
It recalled what Li Zhexian had once said to it:
"Fortune may be bestowed. Strength may be fought for. But temperament must be tempered by oneself. If one lives a second life, gathers the strength of you ferocious beasts, yet still acts hesitant and timid… such a person is unworthy of great use."
And there was also the phrase Li Zhexian often kept on his lips:
"Youthful spirit is a non-renewable thing. If you aren't wild when you are young, when will you ever be?"
Skydream smacked its lips.
"Back when Brother Zhexian was only level 40, he already dared to nail Bibi Dong—who possessed a god's position…"
...
Under countless shocked gazes—
Huo Yuhao forcefully broke free from the dragon claw's restraint.
At the same instant—
An unmatched sharp aura erupted from his right arm. An ancient bear's roar shook heaven and earth.
His entire right arm suddenly lengthened, hanging down past his knees.
Beneath the flesh, dark-gold streams of light surged like molten lava boiling through his veins.
"Bear Lord · Right Arm Spirit Bone Ability— Sky-Splitting Claw!"
Huo Yuhao raised his hand toward the sky.
The wind and snow retreated wildly.
An enormous dark-gold claw covering a radius of ten thousand meters manifested out of thin air, pressing slowly down toward the coiled Darkness Holy Dragon.
Before the claw even arrived—
The void had already been sliced apart.
Leaving behind lingering, pitch-black scars.
"Roar!"
Before the Sky-Splitting Claw could land upon the dragon's body—
The harsh clash of metal and a pained dragon's roar rang out first.
Long Xiaoyao's gaze sharpened. The eighth Spirit Ring beneath his feet lit up, scarlet light surging like a sea of blood flooding backward.
"Eighth Spirit Ability — Dark Dragon Nether Flame Burning Heavens!"
What did it look like when a level 99 Limit Douluo unleashed a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ability?
This entire world plunged into pure ink-black darkness—even the stars in the sky were swallowed.
The Darkness Holy Dragon coiled tightly, transforming into a black mountain standing in the void.
Its dragon mouth opened wide.
Nether dragon flames poured out from all directions.
Wherever the flames passed—
Space melted inch by inch.
The temperature of these flames was so terrifying that even a single lingering ember could scorch the land for a thousand miles.
The might of this Spirit Ability—
Had already reached the mortal limit.
The brilliance of the triple domains surged. Ultimate ice and nether dragon flame collided violently.
Hiss!
Hiss!
Ice and fire clashed, spewing forth a vast sea of mist that covered the heavens.
Extreme cold and supreme heat annihilated one another. Rolling masses of boiling steam spread everywhere, shrouding the world in chaos.
Ultimate ice did not fear flames.
Yet the disparity in Spirit Power between them was simply too great.
Moreover—
The truly terrifying aspect of the dragon flame was not its temperature, but the dark Spirit Power within it—capable of swallowing even light.
Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack!
Endless sounds of shattering echoed across the sky.
Spiderweb-like fissures rapidly spread across the surface of the triple domains.
The nether dragon flames surged like an ocean—
Completely engulfing the descending dark-gold giant claw.
Under the erosion of darkness and searing heat—
The Sky-Splitting Claw, forged from Spirit Power, began to melt, dissolving into streams of violent dark-gold fire that dripped from the sky.
Long Xiaoyao let out a cold snort.
The Darkness Holy Dragon beneath his feet suddenly whipped its tail.
Carrying a force capable of shattering mountain ranges, the dragon tail struck Huo Yuhao fiercely—
BOOM!!!
Heaven and earth trembled violently.
Huo Yuhao was blasted backward, smashing through a mountain peak as dust shot into the sky.
In the distance—
Mu En and the Shrek powerhouses were just about to move—
When they abruptly stopped.
Within the rolling dust and smoke—
A towering emerald pillar of light suddenly burst forth.
The phantom of a jade-green swan spread its sky-covering wings, its clear cry long and resonant, as though summoning spring back to the world.
"Sixth Spirit Ability — Emerald Revitalization Divine Light!"
Within the emerald beam—
Huo Yuhao's shattered body slowly rose.
Under the stunned gazes of Long Xiaoyao and the Shrek powerhouses, his body recovered at a visible speed. Even the Spirit Power nearly exhausted by the fierce battle surged full once more.
This was the sixth Spirit Ability of the Emerald Swan, Bi Ji.
It could restore the body to its peak state.
All pain was cleansed away.
"Exhilarating! Again!"
Huo Yuhao spread his arms. Left fist, right claw—radiance burst forth brilliantly.
On his left arm, ultimate ice and overwhelming strength converged, the Titan Frostfall Fist poised to strike.
Within his right arm, a heaven-rending sharpness surged and flowed, the dark-gold glow of the Sky-Splitting Claw flickering.
However—
Long Xiaoyao did not make another move.
He remained silent for a long while, and finally let out a long sigh.
With a sweep of his sleeve—
The Darkness Holy Dragon slowly dissipated.
The ocean of dark Spirit Power behind him faded as well.
Huo Yuhao frowned at the sight. "What is the meaning of this?"
Long Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, a trace of complex relief in his voice:
"In the ten-move agreement, I have lost."
If they continued, even if he could win, it would certainly take more than ten moves.
Admitting defeat now was cleaner.
Whether to Mu En or to Ye Xishui, it counted as an explanation.
The surging Spirit Power around Huo Yuhao gradually subsided.
He looked up at this Darkness Holy Dragon who had dominated an era and suddenly spoke:
"Senior Long Xiaoyao, today's agreement of ten moves was out of respect for my teacher."
"If we meet again in the future, I will reclaim these ten moves from you."
"You mean… in the future you will defeat me within ten moves?"
"Yes."
With that single word, the night wind brushed past, dispersing the lingering clouds and revealing the bright, radiant moon behind them.
"Hahahaha!"
Long Xiaoyao's laughter echoed through the night.
"I will wait for you."
"To see whether it takes you one year, two years—or even longer."
Having said that—
He cast a deep glance at Mu En, who was flying over, then flicked his black robe and turned to leave.
A wistful voice drifted back with the wind:
"Mu En, I hope this… is not our final meeting."
"May there still be a day when we meet again."
Mu En withdrew his gaze from the distance and patted Huo Yuhao on the shoulder. "Yuhao, you have surprised your teacher once again."
The old man's smile was gentle, tinged with emotion.
"To be honest, when you call me 'teacher,' I sometimes feel ashamed."
"Along your path, I have in truth taught you very little."
"Teacher, please don't say that."
Huo Yuhao immediately grew serious.
In his previous life—
Mu En had given him far too much.
After his fall, he bestowed his Dragon Pillar; in times of peril, his remnant soul used the Ancient Golden Tree to protect him.
Even the opportunity of the Ancient Golden Tree in this life—was it not also granted through Mu En's tacit approval?
"Teacher, rest assured. Your disciple will certainly heal you."
Mu En nodded with a smile.
Looking at the youth's resolute expression, even his heart—long indifferent to life and death—quietly gave rise to a thread of hope.
"After this battle, the title of number one prodigy on the continent will likely be completely secured."
Yan Shaozhe and the academy's powerhouses spoke with reverence in their voices.
At that moment—
Huo Yuhao looked toward Yan Shaozhe, causing the latter to feel an inexplicable unease.
"Yuhao, what is it?"
Huo Yuhao shook his head with a smile.
"Nothing."
He had intended to tell Yan Shaozhe about his true origins.
But after a second thought—
Everything could wait until after he healed Elder Mu.
Supporting Mu En, Huo Yuhao returned to the academy amid the crowd.
When they reached Sea God Lake—
Mu En left smiling alongside Yan Shaozhe and the others.
Just as Huo Yuhao felt puzzled—
He suddenly sensed three gazes falling upon him, making his heart skip.
Under the clear glow of moonlight—
Three figures walked toward him gracefully.
They were Zhang Lexuan, Ma Xiaotao, and Wang Dong.
Ma Xiaotao was the first to speak:
"Junior Yuhao… whose name did you write, exactly?"
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