Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

The foundation of this battle armor is far superior to most of the three-word battle armors he has ever seen; it is definitely the work of a top master.

Harosa didn't speak; he was certain his own cultivation was excellent. He simply gestured for Harosa to begin.

Yuan Hua took a deep breath, suppressing all distracting thoughts. He walked to the forging table, opened several specially made safes, and took out pieces of top-grade rare metals that shimmered with different lusters and exhibited astonishing energy fluctuations.

With each piece he took out, his heart ached—these were his most treasured possessions, kept for years to craft four-word battle armor for himself or his closest friends, but now he had to use them for free and against this ruthless star in front of him.

He carefully began the forging process, melting and fusing various rare metals into a spirited alloy. Next came the spirit forging, which imbued the metal with life, followed by the soul forging, which gave it intelligence. Throughout the entire process, Yuan Hua was completely focused, his skills reaching their peak, his movements fluid and graceful, showcasing the profound skill of an eighth-level master craftsman.

Soon, the most crucial step arrived—Heavenly Forging!

This step requires drawing upon the power of the plane to unleash a heavenly tribulation, allowing the metal to undergo its final transformation amidst the tribulation lightning, giving birth to a true "spirit".

The power of a heavenly tribulation is immense, and the resulting disturbance is certainly not small.

Just as Yuan Hua was about to trigger the Heavenly Tribulation, Harosa casually waved his hand. An invisible aura containing quasi-god level power spread out, instantly enveloping the entire forging room and even seeping outwards, isolating this space from the outside world.

The energy fluctuations and loud noises that might be felt by the outside world were forcibly suppressed to a minimum, as if they were wrapped in a thick layer of soundproofing cotton.

With Harosa's "assistance," the tribulation process became unusually "quiet." Yuan Hua focused intently, guiding the power of the tribulation lightning to temper the metal, helping it absorb and transform.

A full day and night passed, and as the last wisp of lightning disappeared, the brand-new gray-black battle armor on the forging table suddenly burst forth with a deep and dark luster, and a powerful, restrained yet chilling and deathly spiritual fluctuation spread out!

The four-word battle armor—Child of the Underworld—is complete!

Harosa felt the connection and power fluctuations from the battle armor, which were several times stronger than before, and a genuine sense of satisfaction finally appeared on his cold face.

He looked at Yuan Hua, whose face was pale and whose soul power and mental energy were greatly depleted: "I'm here. Thank you, Mr. Yuan Hua."

Exhausted after finishing the forging, Yuan Hua leaned weakly against the forging table, offering only a bitter smile. He was filled with resentment and helplessness: "Can't I at least act like I'm asking for a favor? I'm not saying I won't forge it for you!" Of course, he dared not utter a single word of these thoughts.

Harosa seemed to read his mind, tilted his head, and that chillingly gentle smile reappeared on his face: "Everyone calls me an evil soul master, unlike those 'legitimate' people from Shrek Academy. When asking for help, I can only use the 'way' of people like us."

Only after Harosa's figure disappeared as if blending into the shadows did Yuan Hua dare to completely relax his tense nerves.

He staggered back to the living room, rushed to his wife and children, and asked in a trembling voice, "Are you alright? What...what did he do to you?"

Holding her still terrified child, the wife finally let tears stream down her face, shaking her head: "He...he just touched Lan'er and Lin'er's foreheads...and said he gave them a little 'opportunity'...we didn't feel uncomfortable anywhere..."

Yuan Hua's heart pounded even harder. He immediately and cautiously probed his daughter and son's bodies with his soul power, examining them carefully. As a level 95 Super Douluo and a four-word Battle Armor Master, although he was not good at combat, his perception was extremely sharp.

Soon, his mental focus locked onto his daughter's dormant martial spirit—the Xuan Tie Divine Hammer. Deep within the hammer, a faint yet chillingly concentrated gray-black aura lingered. This aura was purer and more profound than any death power he knew, as if it contained the most primal silence and end.

Yuan Hua's brows furrowed instantly, a chill ran down his spine and straight to the top of his head, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on his daughter's hand.

"Has he... really gone this far?" he muttered to himself, his voice filled with disbelief and shock. To leave behind such pure, such concealed power, and to be able to remain attached to another's martial soul essence for so long—this was something no ordinary Limit Douluo could achieve!

This is clearly a technique that touches the edge of godhood!

He suppressed his fear and continued his investigation. Fortunately, the power was currently extremely stable and had not eroded his daughter's life force. Instead, it acted like a strange "shell," slowly filtering and purifying the soul power she absorbed during her cultivation, making her soul power circulation seem more refined.

This can indeed be considered a kind of "chance," provided that this power remains stable and its owner has no ill intentions.

However, once it flares up, it's a different story.

"Heh..." Yuan Hua released his grip, leaning weakly against the sofa, letting out a bitter laugh that was utterly suffocating. He looked at the bewildered child, his eyes filled with lingering fear and a profound sense of powerlessness.

"He's got his eye on us completely..." This "opportunity" is a sword hanging over their entire family's heads, and an invisible shackle around his neck. From now on, this high and mighty divine craftsman will have no room for resistance in front of Harosa.

Meanwhile, in Shrek City.

A quiet and elegant teahouse in the heart of the city, with a window seat.

Harosa changed into a well-tailored dark casual suit, looking like an ordinary scholar.

He slowly picked up a cup of tea and took a small sip. He couldn't explain why he liked this slightly bitter drink; perhaps it was because in the long journey of life, one needs a different flavor.

His gaze passed through the window, across the bustling streets and crowds, and landed on the area of ​​Shrek's inner city surrounded by lush ancient trees.

There, a colossal tree, radiating a soft golden light, stands majestically, its canopy seemingly piercing the clouds—the Golden Tree, the symbol of Shrek, the core of life energy.

Harosa's eyes were calm and expressionless, but deep within them surged a cold calculation.

He quietly "watched" the ancient golden tree, his invisible spiritual power silently sweeping across the area, sensing the vast and boundless barrier of life energy that was incompatible with and even repelled by his own death origin.

The tea in the cup reflected his pale face, and also the distant golden ancient tree. His knuckles tapped lightly on the table, making a barely audible tapping sound, as if he were calculating something, or as if he was waiting for some opportunity.

The hustle and bustle of Shrek City seemed to be shut out, with only the golden glow of the golden tree burning quietly in his deep pupils.

"I'd rather wreak havoc on the Holy Spirit Cult and the Spirit Pagoda than let them blow it up..."