Douluo Continent, Reborn: Yuhao and the Silver Dragon Keep Their Appointment

The burly men glared at Huo Yuhao with murderous intent. At that moment, Huo Yuhao noticed two people behind them preparing to leave and immediately realized—they were going to find Na'er!

He stomped his foot hard, instantly launching himself into the air. A few more pebbles had somehow appeared between his fingers. He threw them at the two burly men, then, still perched on the tree trunk, continued to look down at them. But how could those few pebbles possibly harm a Great Soul Master?

The bodyguards flew into a rage, punching the tree where Huo Yuhao was standing. With a thud, the tree collapsed. Huo Yuhao tried to get up and jump to another tree, but his ankle was grabbed tightly. Pain shot through him instantly; he lost his balance and was violently thrown to the ground, creating a hole. A trickle of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, but its color was different from normal red—it wasn't bright red, but a rainbow of colors.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao was in excruciating pain in his bones and couldn't stand up at all, yet an immense pressure was pressing on his chest. With a "plop," he spat out a mouthful of blood; a hole had been punched through his chest, revealing his bones and internal organs. Huo Yuhao's eyes were wide open.

But it wasn't over yet. A sharp crack followed, and his legs and feet were broken.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao appeared extremely strange, his body contorted. He was about to shout when he was slapped hard across the face, the slap knocking out his teeth.

An angry voice rang out: "Weren't you so smug? Weren't you going to stop us? What happened? You're a complete waste!"

The burly man, with a look of disdain and disgust, kicked him in the forehead, then turned around and led the group down the mountain to find Na'er in the river. But suddenly something wrapped tightly around his ankle. He looked back and saw Huo Yuhao's hand, gripping him with all its might.

Blood streamed down Huo Yuhao's forehead, making him look incredibly disheveled. Shockingly, a green light slowly emerged from his chest, which had just caved in, and his body visibly began to heal, his legs and feet gradually straightening from their twisted shape. A cold smile appeared on his lips: "Don't go, I'm not dead yet..."

On the other side, Na'er was drifting rapidly in the river, her little face filled with unease, radiating a dragon's might, and the surrounding atmosphere became abnormally chaotic. She kept whispering, "Yuhao, brother, Yuhao brother..."

Her eyes were tightly closed; in her dream, she saw the most agonizing scene of her life. The Lake of Life emitted a faint green light, powerful energy fluctuations still faintly visible, and remnants of ice-attribute energy lingered around. After Huo Yuhao's victory over the Beast God Di Tian, ​​he prepared to fly to the God Realm. Before his ascension, Di Tian said to him, "Do you still remember that there is someone waiting for you in the Lake of Life?"

Huo Yuhao did not reply to him, but said, "I am going to find my lover Wu Tong. I don't remember who you told me about. Take care, Senior Di Tian!" After saying that, he transformed into divine light and ascended to the God Realm.

The instant the scene ended, Na'er's figure suddenly exploded upwards, her clothes ripped open, revealing silvery-white dragon scales covering her body. The surrounding river water instantly froze, as if suspended in time, no longer flowing. A faint mist had somehow risen around them.

A moment later, the river resumed its surging flow, and a young girl emerged from the mist. Her appearance remained stunning; her two bright, violet-blue eyes were as beautiful as a flower, and her figure was as developed as that of a 10-year-old girl. She had no excess fat on her body, and her figure was flawless. She was already about 145 centimeters tall.

Na'er emerged gracefully, but this time, she carried a long spear. The spear's shaft shimmered with a brilliant silver light, covered in silver scales, and seven faint streaks of light emanated from its tip—Na'er's martial soul—the Silver Dragon Spear. A purple soul ring appeared beneath her feet. Na'er slightly raised her eyes, her gaze radiating a dazzling purple light. A chilling aura exploded from her, and boundless killing intent caused the surrounding lake water to freeze into ice.

Her voice was both obsessive and fragile: "Brother Yuhao, it really is you. If you run away again and abandon us this time, Sister Guyue and I will go crazy. But until Sister Guyue finds you, you can only stay by Na'er's side."

She then sped off in the direction where Huo Yuhao was.

Trees lay fallen in the forest, craters were everywhere, and people lay scattered about, blood staining the ground, the wounded groaning in agony. Only Huo Yuhao remained, his clothes soaked in blood, his body covered in grime, a carving knife still clutched tightly in his hand. He alone, covered in blood, yet he did not fall.

He leaned weakly against the tree, his face deathly pale. Three men remained before him: a blond-haired man, a green-haired man, and a large, composed bodyguard. Behind the bodyguard, a phantom of a tortoise appeared; his defense was incredibly strong. Huo Yuhao's dagger had attacked him multiple times without causing any damage.

Even against two-ring Soul Masters, six-year-old Huo Yuhao could only fight to the death with an ordinary dagger. If it weren't for the Life Gold from his previous life, which could quickly heal his injuries, Huo Yuhao would probably have died at least 20 times over. He used a one-for-one desperate fighting style to take down his enemies, and only through his seemingly endless self-healing ability did he manage to defeat so many. Now, he was utterly exhausted, leaning against a tree, barely able to keep his eyes open.

The blond-haired man looked Huo Yuhao up and down. He and the green-haired man had just arrived when they witnessed this horrific scene: more than twenty brothers were lying on the ground, while Huo Yuhao was covered in blood and his clothes were riddled with knife holes, yet there was not a single wound on his body—to be precise, the wounds healed so quickly that the naked eye could not keep up.

The blond-haired man looked at the dull knife in his hand and revealed a sinister smile: "How could the healing ability be so strong? Let's tie him up and torture him to death. If he really has such a strong self-healing ability, we'll make a fortune if we hand him over to those 'weirdos' under the boss to study."

Huo Yuhao struggled to his feet, but he was only a six-year-old child. He hadn't eaten or drunk anything for days, exhausted all his strength to rush to the cliff, and then fought so many people to the death—this was something no ordinary person could do. In the end, he could only helplessly collapse to the ground, waiting for the villains to surround him.

The blond-haired man waved his hand, giving a wink to the bodyguard beside him, signaling him to get a thick rope to tie up Huo Yuhao. Huo Yuhao's hands dug fiercely into the soil, blood seeping from under his fingernails again, the gray aura in his eyes growing stronger, and the aura of death slowly spreading over him.

The burly man was slightly taken aback by what he saw. Just as he was about to step forward again, a sharp spear light suddenly pierced through the air, shooting straight towards his arm. The spear exuded a chilling killing intent, and the silver scales on its shaft shimmered with iridescent light—it was the Silver Dragon Spear!

With a sharp tearing sound, the burly man's entire arm was separated from his body.