Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Harosa tore through space, his figure appearing silently in Yuan Hua's familiar manor in Tian Dou City. He didn't go to the living room or study, but appeared directly at the door of the top-of-the-line private forging room deep inside the manor.

Inside the forging chamber, the furnace roared, and the temperature was extremely high. Yuan Hua, shirtless and drenched in sweat, wielded a huge forging hammer, striking a piece of red-hot metal.

His expression was focused, and each hammer strike contained powerful soul force and skill, sparks flying everywhere.

Not far from him, a young man who looked to be around thirty years old, also dressed in forging clothes, with a calm and focused expression, was naturally his apprentice Zhenhua. He was carefully observing his master's every move, his eyes filled with admiration and a desire to learn.

Harosa appeared without warning, as if disappearing into the shadows. He stood silently at the entrance to the forge, watching the master and apprentice inside.

Just as Yuan Hua raised the forging hammer, preparing to deliver the crucial blow to forge and imbue the soul with spirit, he caught a glimpse of that familiar yet terrifying figure at the doorway out of the corner of his eye!

"Ugh!" Yuan Hua's whole body trembled violently, and the forging hammer he held high shook violently! The soul power and spiritual power that had been condensed to their peak instantly became disordered! The hammerhead hit the wrong spot, making a dull thud! The precious metal that was being forged under the soul groaned under the strain, its surface light dimmed instantly, and the faint spirituality that had just been born inside dissipated directly—this piece of metal was ruined!

"Master!" Zhenhua immediately noticed his master's abnormality and exclaimed in surprise. Following his master's horrified gaze, he also saw the unfamiliar man in dark casual clothes at the door, with a pale face and a faint smile.

Yuan Hua stared intently at Harosa, his heart feeling as if it were being gripped by an icy hand! Thirty years! A full thirty years!

He thought that this nightmarish man had long forgotten his family or had met with some misfortune.

In the past thirty years, his daughter has grown to be forty-five years old and his son to be thirty-five years old. Both of them are now level ninety-eight Super Douluo, and they are both incredibly talented! In particular, his son has perfectly inherited his forging talent and his soul power cultivation is so strong that he has already made a name for himself in the forging world. He and his beloved disciple Zhenhua are known as the "Twin Master Craftsmen" and have a bright future!

All of this is inseparable from the "opportunity" that Harosa left on his daughter's martial soul thirty years ago. That opportunity indeed greatly improved the cultivation speed and quality of his children's martial souls.

But at this moment, Harosa returned! That so-called "opportunity" instantly transformed from a blessing into a sword hanging over their heads!

Almost instinctively, Yuan Hua stepped forward, shielding his disciple Zhen Hua. His burly body trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse with uncontrollable fear: "You...you're back again?!"

Harosa looked at Yuan Hua's face, which was noticeably older than it had been thirty years ago, and the white hair at his temples. His smile remained unchanged, and his tone was as calm as if he were greeting an old neighbor: "It's been many years, Mr. Yuan Hua, you've aged a lot."

Yuan Hua stared intently at Harosa, his heart filled with even greater horror! He couldn't sense any fluctuations of soul power or spiritual power emanating from the other party!

This wasn't a concealment of his aura, but utter nothingness, as if what stood there was a non-existent phantom! This could only mean that the opponent's strength had reached a terrifying level that he couldn't comprehend at all! It was even more unfathomable than it had been thirty years ago!

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Mr. Ha...you...you've become even stronger..."

"Master, who is he?" Zhenhua stood behind Yuanhua, his brows furrowed. He had never seen his master so distraught, so terrified!

How could this seemingly harmless stranger make his master, a master craftsman and a level 95 Super Douluo, feel so threatened?

Harosa turned his gaze to Zhenhua, his smile still gentle, even somewhat friendly: "Hello, my name is Hakimi. I'm an old friend of your master."

An old friend? Zhenhua looked at his master's pale face and the fear in his eyes, and his doubts deepened.

Harosa stopped looking at Zhenhua and turned his gaze back to Yuanhua, as if the destruction of a precious soul-forged metal had never happened: "Mr. Yuanhua, you've come from afar, won't you invite me to a meal? I haven't tasted your wife's cooking for thirty years, and I've been missing it quite a bit."

Yuan Hua's body trembled again. He knew this was an order, one he couldn't refuse. He suppressed his fear and tried to make his voice sound normal: "...Okay, Mr. Ha...please...please wait a moment, we'll pack up right away."

He took a deep breath and whispered to Zhenhua, who was still in a daze, "Zhenhua, you... stay with us too. This... Mr. Ha, is... is a distinguished guest."

He thought that if something unexpected happened, having one more person would be one more help. After all, his disciple was a level 94 Title Douluo, so he couldn't be completely useless, right?

……

The atmosphere inside the restaurant was so oppressive it was almost suffocating.

The long dining table was laden with sumptuous dishes. Yuan Hua's wife, the once charming young woman, now showed the marks of time. She tried to remain calm as she directed the servants to serve the food, but her slightly trembling fingers betrayed her inner fear.

The person returned.

Yuan Hua’s son, a young man who looks to be in his thirties with a calm demeanor and sharp eyes, and his daughter, a middle-aged woman with an elegant demeanor but a hint of melancholy between her brows, both sat at the table.

Both of them were already level 98 experts, but at this moment they both had solemn expressions and looked at the man in the main seat who called himself "Hakimi" with complicated eyes.

Neither of them could sense the person's presence.

They could clearly sense the barely concealed fear in their parents' eyes, and they also vaguely guessed the identity of this person—the one who gave them the "opportunity" and controlled the fate of their entire family!

Zhenhua sat at the end of the table, silent, secretly observing the strange atmosphere.

Normally, when I visit my master's house, the atmosphere is very pleasant, and my fellow disciples are very welcoming. What's wrong with me today?

Harosa, however, seemed completely oblivious, wearing a relaxed smile and even commenting on the taste of the dishes, as if he were just an old friend visiting.

"Madam Yuan's cooking skills are still so good. This steamed sea fish is cooked to perfection," Harosa praised, picking up a piece with her chopsticks.

Yuan Hua's wife forced a smile: "Ha... I'm glad Mr. Yuan likes it."

Yuan Hua's son, Yuan Feng, couldn't help but speak, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry and barely perceptible tension: "Mr. Ha's strength is unfathomable. May I ask where you hold a high position? My father seems to... have great respect for you."

Yuan Feng had never met Harosa, as he was in a coma at the time; he only heard about what happened later.

Harosa put down his chopsticks, picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, his gaze swept over Yuan Feng and his sister Yuan Yue, finally landing on Yuan Hua's tense face, his smile still gentle:

"I wouldn't call it a high position; I'm just a free spirit. As for respect..." He paused, looking at the deeper fear in Yuan Hua's eyes, "Mr. Yuan Hua is a man of his word. Over the past thirty years, he must have prepared quite a few 'little gifts' for me, right? Old friends reunited, it's time to settle the score."

Yuan Hua's heart sank to the bottom. What was bound to happen had finally arrived.