Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

"Huo Yutong".

Wang Dong's voice pierced through the noise around the arena, carrying a hint of barely suppressed urgency.

Huo Yutong stopped, turned to the side, and asked calmly, "Is there something you need?"

"I'm the first to go in the individual finals!" Wang Dong raised his chin, staring into her seemingly unmoved eyes, his voice unconsciously rising a few octaves, as if announcing some kind of victory.

"Understood," Huo Yutong replied calmly, her tone as steady as if she were listening to an insignificant news report.

"I challenge you!" Wang Dong practically shouted, an unnamed fire burning in his chest and throat.

"The Spirit Pagoda has its own tactical arrangements," Huo Yutong replied. "I can only give you an answer after tomorrow's battle meeting."

"You...!" Wang Dong was so angry he gritted his teeth. What was this? A roundabout rejection? Or simply a lack of respect for the situation?

She hated Huo Yutong. Not just because of that punch from back then, but also because of a restlessness she couldn't understand herself—why her of all? Why was there always a voice in her mind urging her to get closer, to care?

What she found most unbearable was that Huo Yutong was completely unharmed and unaffected!

Why should I waste my emotions on you, while you can just ignore it?

"Huo Yutong! I'll say it one last time, your lousy pendant is hideously ugly! The person who gave you this thing must be a tasteless, worthless piece of trash!" Wang Dong simply abandoned all restraint and blurted out the sharp words.

The air suddenly froze.

Huo Yutong slowly raised her eyes, the last trace of warmth in them fading away, turning into polar ice.

I accept.

She paused, lowered her voice, but each word was like a knife: "Wang Dong, this is the second time."

Without giving the other person another glance, she turned and walked towards the rest area of ​​the Spirit Pagoda, her back view resolute.

"Everyone, I hope to be the first to perform in the final the day after tomorrow." Huo Yutong stopped in front of her teammates, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"It should have been done long ago! That mouthy bastard should have been taught a lesson!" Murasaki sneered.

"Yutong, go all out and fight," Biji said gently. "As long as he has even half a breath left, I can bring him back to life."

"We believe in you," Beibei said on behalf of the rest of the team, her eyes filled with determination.

"I need to stay in my room for the next two days to cultivate in seclusion," Huo Yutong said before leaving.

To ensure the quality of the finals, the organizers arranged a day of rest after the semi-finals.

Sun Moon Hotel, second floor.

The door was tightly closed, isolating the outside world.

With a flick of her sleeve, Huo Yutong silently opened the undead demiplane, and a soul bone radiating a chilling aura fell into her palm—the right arm bone of the Ice and Snow Maiden.

"Little Baku, after I finish absorbing, help me condense my eighth soul ring," she whispered.

"Raindrop, are you really not going to reconsider?" the little tapir replied within the sea of ​​consciousness. "Several highly cultivated soul beasts are willing to become your soul spirit..."

"No need." Huo Yutong interrupted her, her eyes calm and resolute. "After the finals, we will face the Holy Spirit Cult. The more soul skills we have, the better our chances of winning."

"……good."

With the Soul Bone in hand, extreme cold instantly swept through his limbs and bones.

Huo Yutong closed her eyes and focused her mind, giving full attention to guiding the flow.

After an unknown amount of time, his aura suddenly surged, and the bottleneck of level 79 shattered—level 80!

"Please, little tapir."

The Spirit Eye Martial Soul shone brightly: two platinum soul rings inlaid with ten golden patterns rose up first, followed by five bright red 100,000-year soul rings.

At this moment, under the urging of the little tapir, the eighth soul ring began to condense, and a rich red aura surged like a tide, finally settling on a 100,000-year soul ring that also came from the Dream Eater King!

Seventeen years old, eight rings!

The youngest Soul Douluo in the history of Douluo Continent was born here.

On the day of the final, the sky was clear and the sun shone brightly.

"Final matchup: Spirit Pagoda versus Shrek Academy!" Zheng Zhan's voice was loud and clear, his mood as bright as the clear blue sky.

The members of the Spirit Pagoda are all from Shrek Academy, so this confrontation is tantamount to fighting among themselves.

Although each side had a Soul Saint in charge, he was not worried. After all, they were from the same school and it was just a friendly spar. How could he really kill him?

Zheng Zhan had a smile on his lips, and Jing Hongchen and Ye Yulin beside him also looked relaxed. They were just trying to get a VIP seat so they could comfortably watch the show.

Xue Chen, standing between their shadows, was even more intrigued. After watching the last match, he was convinced that Huo Yutong was the perfect choice for the female lead in his new work.

Later, this guy got hooked and became a huge fan of the pairing of Di Tian, ​​Bi Ji, Zi Ji and Huo Yutong. He has already written a thick stack of fanfiction and published several fanfiction novels.

"Please bring your starting players to the field!"

"Spirit Pagoda, Huo Yutong!"

"Shrek Academy, Wang Dong!"

"The match begins!"

As soon as the whistle blew, Wang Dong's aura exploded.

With both the Goddess of Light Butterfly and the Clear Sky Hammer as her dual martial souls, dazzling butterfly wings unfurled behind her, shimmering with golden light; while the dark, heavy hammer in her right hand exuded a chilling, oppressive aura.

Six black and three red, nine spirit rings rose from beneath her feet, a color scheme befitting a Title Douluo!

"This...this is a Title Douluo?!"

"Are you blind?! That's twin martial souls, both manifesting simultaneously!"

"Two martial souls with nine rings each?! Is this even human?!"

A collective gasp and gasp filled the audience.

Zheng Zhan's smile froze instantly, a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head—no, this shouldn't be the case...they're all promising talents from Shrek Academy, surely they'd hold back, right?

Before he could calm himself down, Huo Yutong had already taken to the air.

Two platinum spirit rings, each bearing ten golden patterns, were the first to bloom, followed by six crimson spirit rings as red as blood. As the light shone, the oppressive aura enveloped the entire arena as if it were a tangible substance.

Behind her, a huge golden vertical pupil slowly opened—the Spirit Eye, second awakening, the Golden Realm!

"Am I...am I seeing things?"

"Damn! There are nine 100,000-year spirit rings on the field!"

"That's Contra?! A seventeen-year-old Contra?!"

"I can't take it anymore, my worldview has been shattered so completely today, I need to go to the hospital and see a neurologist..."

Exclamations rose again, one after another.

As Zheng gazed at the two young yet terrifyingly powerful teenagers on the field, the ominous premonition in his heart finally solidified into a lingering gloom.

Jing Hongchen and Ye Yulin's expressions changed simultaneously, and their previous interest in watching the show vanished.

"Here you go!" Jing Hongchen shoved the brand-new level-nine defensive soul tool "Hongchen Protection" into Zheng Zhan's arms.

Ye Yulin didn't hold back either, her "Shield of the Twelve Constellations," composed of twelve star shields, followed closely behind and struck Zheng Zhan directly in the chest.

Despite acquiring the two precious treasures, Zheng Zhan felt no sense of security whatsoever.

Jing Hongchen and Ye Yulin didn't have time to say anything. In a flash, they jumped off the arena, hovered at the edge, and placed their hands on the soul barrier, frantically pouring in soul power to reinforce this fragile defense.