Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

A deathly aura, far deeper and more vast than before, emanated from Harosa, seemingly capable of freezing the soul. However, the joy brought by this powerful force flashed through Harosa's mind like a shooting star.

He felt the surging quasi-god power within him, and as he gazed at the twelve death creations before him, which were as large as small mountains, his eyes grew increasingly deep and cold, even carrying a hint of... solemnity that was hard to detect.

"To remain a god is ultimately futile." A deep sigh escaped his lips. No matter how powerful a quasi-god is, he is still ultimately within the realm of mortals, and his own spiritual power has not yet broken through to the Divine Origin Realm.

Unable to cross that insurmountable chasm, ignite the divine fire, and solidify a divine position, even the most powerful force remains like an ant before a true god. The path to creating one's own divine position is long and arduous, and remains seemingly endless.

Shaking his head, Harosa temporarily suppressed his yearning for the divine realm. One must take things one step at a time. Right now, there were more practical problems to solve.

He looked down at the ancient-style gray-black battle armor covering his body—"Child of the Underworld".

This powerful armor, which had accompanied him in battle for many years and was comparable to a four-word battle armor, began to show signs of strain after he advanced to the level of a quasi-god. Its materials and energy circulation began to groan faintly under the weight of the burden.

"It still needs nurturing."

It needs to evolve and improve to match its current quasi-god power and support it toward a more distant future.

The path of battle armor holds limitless potential. In the original story, the fourth installment of the series featured six-word battle armor, which was even more powerful than divine artifacts. To withstand greater power, and even to glimpse the divine level in the future, a higher-level battle armor is indispensable.

"It's time to upgrade it." Harosa's gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of space, reaching towards the distant center of the continent.

A contemporary master craftsman, possessing the ability to evolve three-word battle armor into four-word battle armor. Who could it be?

Harosa searched his memory: "Yuanhua? Or Zhenhua?"

Based on his active era and experience, Zhenhua, as a master craftsman during Tang Wulin's era, is more likely to have Yuanhua as the current master craftsman.

After all, Zhenhua is probably still very young, and may not even be famous yet.

"It should be Yuan Hua. If I remember correctly, he's at the headquarters of the Blacksmith Association in Tiandou City."

Harosa's figure slowly transformed into a phantom, disappearing into the hut as if merging into the shadows, leaving only the cold ground and the lingering, dense death aura in the air. He needed to set off as soon as possible, whether to upgrade his battle armor or to acquire more resources to reach the God Realm.

The master craftsmen of the third era are incomparable to those of the first era. In the third era, there can only be one master craftsman per plane. The master craftsman of this era is Yuan Hua, the president of the Forging Masters Association, an eighth-level saint craftsman who can complete the Heavenly Forging of four kinds of metals.

Yuan Hua holds a very high position in the Soul Master world, or rather, the divine craftsmen of every era hold a very high position. Every four-word battle armor master's battle armor is made by a divine craftsman. Limit Douluo with four-word battle armor can contend with demigods. Therefore, the vast majority of four-word battle armor masters owe a debt of gratitude to the divine craftsmen.

But these social obligations, the need for both respect and gifts, are constraints and etiquette only for moral people. Is Harosa a moral person?

Obviously not.

Tian Dou City is a vast manor surrounded by high walls. The manor is shaded by green trees and adorned with carefully manicured precious flowers and plants, exuding understated luxury and the extraordinary wealth of its owner.

The seemingly peaceful and beautiful environment hides countless advanced soul-guided defensive devices, complete with monitoring, energy barriers, and automatic counterattack systems, making the manor a fortress in the eyes of outsiders.

However, at this moment, deep within the manor, inside the innermost castle, a heavy stench of blood permeated the air. From the magnificent gates to the spacious drawing room, the bodies of many guards and servants lay scattered about, their deaths varied, silently testifying to the overwhelming terror of the intruders.

In the center of the living room, a still-attractive young woman, her face pale, spread her arms wide, desperately protecting two trembling children behind her—a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl tightly embracing a boy who looked only four or five years old.

They stared in horror at the man standing amidst the pile of corpses, slowly wiping his slender cross-shaped sword with a white cloth.

That sword was none other than the Hymn of the Underworld. The bloodstains on the sword slowly disappeared as it was wiped with the cloth, revealing its dark, shadowy nature.

Harosa wiped his sword clean, casually tossing the blood-stained white cloth onto a corpse at his feet, the movement as nonchalant as discarding trash. He looked up, his gaze calmly settling on the face of the young woman who looked as if facing a formidable enemy, his voice devoid of any emotion, as if he were merely asking for directions:

"Madam, would you mind making a call to your husband?"

He has been to the headquarters of the Blacksmiths' Association several times, but each time he has come up empty-handed.

Yuan Hua seemed to deliberately avoid public appearances. Clearly, he had taken good precautions. Tian Dou City was a core stronghold of the Sun Moon Federation, and Harosa could not conduct a large-scale search of the entire city, as that would get him arrested. Therefore, he chose the most direct method, which was also most in line with his style of doing things—finding the home of the Divine Craftsman.

The manor's defenses are indeed top-notch, capable of withstanding the impact of a Super Title Douluo.

Those expensive soul tools silently demonstrated Yuan Hua's astonishing wealth and prestigious status.

Unfortunately, all of this was rendered useless in the face of a quasi-god level powerhouse determined to infiltrate.

He walked as if he were in his own backyard. Those defensive soul tools that were capable of instantly killing a Title Douluo were completely paralyzed or destroyed by an invisible force before they could even sound an alarm.

The Soul Master guards within the manor, whether they were on the lookout or in the shadows, had already lost their lives silently before they even sensed the danger.

It wasn't until he stepped into the heart of the castle that he finally had to clear out the last group of guards blocking his way.

The charming young woman was completely suppressed by the invisible pressure emanating from Harosa, unable to mobilize even a trace of soul power, let alone release her martial soul.

She was just a Contra player, but under this terrifying aura, she felt cold all over, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Her eyes were filled with terror, but she dared not have the slightest thought of resistance. She could only hold her two children tightly behind her. Just now, a family elder at the Title Douluo level had tried to stop this intruder, but was pierced through without any resistance by the strange, slender cross-shaped sword in the other party's hand and died instantly.

Hearing Harosa's request, her body trembled violently, but she dared not hesitate. Trembling, she took out the communicator from her soul tool and dialed her husband's number—the divine craftsman Yuan Hua—with trembling fingers.

The call connected, and she tried her best to control her voice, but fear made her tone still tremble noticeably: "Brother Hua... someone is looking for you..."

Before she could finish speaking, the communicator was snatched from her hand by an invisible force and fell into Harosa's hands.

Harosa held the communicator to his ear, his voice as calm as if discussing the weather, yet carrying an undeniable chill: "Mr. Yuanhua, you certainly have a lot of influence; I've been looking for you for quite a while."

"I'll be back within an hour. Of course, you can bring as many people as you want."