Douluo Continent: A Sister Who Loves Me From the Start

With a cold laugh, its wings turned emerald green under the sunlight, and rows of sharp feathers shot towards Huo Yuhao behind it like bee stings!

"not good!"

Wang Dong realized something was wrong. There was no time to send help, and besides, he was using his Winged Blade Technique. It seemed that his only option was to attack Shen Yumo to provoke her to come back for reinforcements!

If Huo Yuhao were to be stung by those bee-like wings, he would undoubtedly be eliminated. Wang Dong was unaware of Xiao Xiao's advantage in the battle against Zi Hao. In his desperation, he disregarded whether Xiao Xiao had gained an advantage and only hoped to save Huo Yuhao. He shouted, "Xiao Xiao!"

After gaining an advantage in the battle against Zi Hao, Xiao Xiao immediately turned her gun on Leng Leng instead of using the Cauldron Shock to protect Huo Yuhao from the swarming wings.

A black cauldron rapidly enlarged in her cold eyes. She couldn't understand why the other party wasn't protecting Huo Yuhao first, but instead attacking her first.

There was no time to think.

Boom!

With a few muffled thuds, the massive black cauldron collided with Leng Leng's body. Leng Leng let out a few cold groans in pain, but his eyes remained fixed on Huo Yuhao, whose attack was about to strike him.

Even if it's a one-for-one trade, it's not a loss!

But just then, a few mournful notes of a zither slowly flowed around, and his wings mysteriously stopped in mid-air!

What?! The little girl, Xiao Xiao, was engrossed in playing the Nine Phoenixes Flute. I was careless… she actually possesses twin martial souls!

At that moment, a deep purple light burst forth, and Wang Dong felt as if his wings were about to be cut apart.

It turned out that just as Wang Dong's wing-shaped blade was about to strike Shen Yumo, he saw a blade quickly appear in the other's hand! And it was imbued with powerful soul energy, colliding fiercely with his wings!

Damn it! Is it really because our soul power is too different?

After all, the opponent was a Soul Master, and he easily deflected his attack, causing his own wings to ache.

Shen Yumo's demonic blade spun rapidly, the back of the blade grazing Wang Dong's wings. With a powerful flick, Wang Dong was flung off the Soul Arena. At this moment, Wang Dong was powerless and could no longer fly, leaving his body to drift aimlessly.

Just like Leng Leng, she was caught firmly by the female referee and did not suffer any further injury.

"Wang Dong!"

Huo Yuhao cried out in anguish. He breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw that Wang Dong hadn't fallen to the ground, but then he noticed the weakness on Wang Dong's face.

Anguish surged within him like a tidal wave. Damn it! Was he just too weak? Why did his martial spirit have absolutely no offensive power?! How hateful!

Shen Yumo picked at her ear, gracefully twirling her demonic blade. She sighed inwardly, regretting that she had hoped to witness the fusion of their martial souls. It seemed hopeless now. Wang Dong was too reckless, or perhaps he was dissatisfied with her, which was why he acted so mindlessly. Given her soul power level, his choice to attack her first was truly unwise.

Zihao slowly stood up from the ground.

"Are you alright?" Shen Yumo asked calmly.

……

Chapter 91 The Battle with Huo Yuhao

"It's nothing!" Zihao rubbed his chest and smiled dismissively.

What other tricks can the opponent pull? One person's mistake has affected the whole team. Without Wang Dong, their main force, what can they fight with? Besides, the Soul Sect's strength isn't just talk. Thinking this, Zi Hao couldn't help but rub his heavy chest again.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao didn't care about anything else. He probably... he probably knew that he was going to lose this duel...

He looked at the imposing blue-haired man in the arena, whose four spirit rings seemed to possess endless magic power, and who held a deep red demonic blade called Thousand Blades in his hand.

A wave of despair and helplessness washed over me.

Was he about to lose? He had only made one move! Was he about to lose? Only now did Huo Yuhao realize that he had been deceiving himself. The gap between a Great Soul Master and a Soul Grandmaster was so vast!

Faced with true strength, all my struggles were in vain!

why?

He felt as if he had swallowed a fly; the more he wanted to become powerful, the weaker he felt!

Why? How can I change this outcome? Wang Dong is still lying there weakly. Xiao Xiao tried her best to protect herself, but what did she do?

No!

Nothing! Huo Yuhao's pupils constricted, and everything around him seemed to turn blood red, like hell...

"Yuhao, don't worry, I have a way to help you."

Just when he was in despair, a clear stream flowed through his meridians, and Huo Yuhao instantly became much more awake. Then, a familiar voice rang in his mind.

"Brother Tianmeng!" Huo Yuhao gasped for breath, shouting inwardly, "Brother Tianmeng, help me! I must win this battle!"

The desire to win or lose reached its peak at this moment.

Tianmeng was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll help you!"

……

The aura surrounding Huo Yuhao changed instantly, and a bone-chilling cold, like the frosty winter wind, instantly took control of the entire area!

Extending from the edge of the Battle Arena, from the outside in, like frost forming on a cold early winter morning, beautiful ice flowers instantly freeze the Battle Arena at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The surrounding temperature dropped instantly, startling everyone present. They felt the icy cold and instinctively wrapped their thin clothes around themselves or used their soul power to protect their bodies.

His eyes held an endless coldness as he gracefully landed on the battle arena, like a king in the snow, looking down on all others, a pale golden light gleaming in his eyes.

"Dare to touch my men, and I'll make you pay the price!"

Huo Yuhao didn't open his mouth; his cold words seemed to come out of nowhere.

He pointed to Shen Yumo, following the direction of his fingertip.

What! Shen Yumo's pupils shrank. Those familiar words must belong to that big bug.

Shen Yumo wouldn't be foolish enough to go head-to-head with a million-year-old soul beast. Although the Ice Silkworm Clan has no offensive capabilities, there's no guarantee they don't have some tricks up their sleeves.

I vaguely remember there being a "Heavenly Dream Finger".

"I can't move!"

A shout from the side caught Shen Yumo's attention. It was Zihao's voice. Looking at him, she saw that his feet were frozen by frost, and his body was trembling as he tried desperately to move, but he found that it was all in vain.

Zihao looked at Shen Yumo nervously. Shen Yumo nodded to him, indicating that he could rest now, and that he still had to solve everything himself!

Without time to think, he cursed under his breath and all the soul power in his body began to circulate at an extremely high speed. The purplish-red soul power sizzled like roasting meat when it touched the cold frost on the ground, and finally turned into a puddle of water.

The Demon Blade Thousand Blades in his hand shone brightly, the first and third spirit rings on his back lit up, and the two spirit bones in his legs exerted force at the same time. The next moment, he was no longer in the same place.

"Hmph, do you think I can't do anything to you like this?" Tianmeng's voice rang out again, and she then directed Huo Yuhao to wave his hand twice in the air.

Although these two movements were light and seemingly just a single action, Shen Yumo could feel the air in the room freeze, and her own figure clearly slowed down!

This is not a good sign. Having one's pride and joy, speed, restricted is a fatal blow!

"Third Soul Skill: Blade Light Protection!"

Shen Yumo let out a muffled groan as the Demon Blade Thousand Blades in her hand was constantly splitting and reassembling. A fragment radiating a strange light clung tightly to her body like armor.

A huge shockwave followed, and Shen Yumo felt a sharp pain in her abdomen just two seconds after using her soul skill.

Immediately afterwards, a bone-chilling cold erupted from within his body, making his movements seem to slow down by a third...

As she watched the other person fall from mid-air, Tianmeng sneered and smugly retracted her fingertips, not forgetting to mock, "Although I don't understand why you smell like ice, I know that you... are human!"

How could a ruler of the far north be associated with an ordinary human? Tianmeng guessed that the other party might have accidentally obtained an item belonging to the Ice Emperor, which was why he had the Ice Emperor's aura. Tianmeng's nose was very sensitive, just like a dog's.

"Hehehe..."

boom!

Shen Yumo's frail body collapsed to the ground, creating the sound of a falling shell.

A low, beastly growl escaped his throat...

His eyes turned crimson in an instant, and a chilling killing intent enveloped his entire body, no less powerful than the ice attribute emitted by Tianmeng.

Only losers utter powerless roars...

I, Shen Yumo, have never been one to give up, not today, and certainly not in the future!

The next moment, the person was no longer in the same spot. Thinking of the moves they had practiced that night, even though they consumed a huge amount of soul power...

But at this moment, he had nowhere to retreat! A black light flashed between his legs, and no one noticed that a phantom of a dragon had appeared behind him. Because of its extremely fast speed, the audience only saw a golden figure flash by.

"My Ice Sister, how dare you call me that? Tianmeng, I'll skin you alive!" Shen Yumo roared and charged at Tianmeng.

What? There's still room for resistance? Tianmeng was shocked. Before she could think any further, her finger was already raised again.

"First Soul Skill: Blade and Shadow!"

The demonic blade in his hand kept making a roaring sound, and his figure was like a ghost. Unintentionally, the demonic blade in his hand turned into the back of the blade and fiercely attacked the opponent!

Now is not the best time to kill the opponent. Shen Yumo is confident that the female referee will not have time to come to the rescue, so she chose the back of the knife.

The eerie purplish-red blade light magnified rapidly in Tianmeng's eyes, and beneath the blade was that face filled with a strange smile.

Before he could even unleash the Heavenly Dream Finger technique, the opponent's blade tip was already less than a meter away.

Why is this happening? Tianmeng, questioning the meaning of life, uttered her final question before the attack.

"what!"

Tianmeng cried out in pain as the immense force, combined with his raging soul power, hurled him violently out of the arena!

Chapter 92 Victory

"what!"

Tianmeng cried out in pain as the immense force, combined with his raging soul power, slammed him out of the arena!

The female referee had no time to be surprised. She channeled all her soul power and caught Huo Yuhao. It wasn't that she didn't want to help, but the time difference was simply too short. In the blink of an eye, before she could even see the attack, a figure flew out. She never expected that a freshman assessment would turn into a final!

Shen Yumo's figure appeared in front of everyone at this moment. Due to inertia, Shen Yumo had to flip several hundred degrees in the air to stabilize herself.

The demonic blade in his hand was now at his feet!

boom!

A tremendous sound, accompanied by a cloud of dust, spread outwards.

As the dust settled, a figure covered in white and gray stood silently on the spot—or rather, stood silently on the hilt of the Demon Blade Thousand Blades, the blade deeply embedded halfway into the ground.

Like a victorious war god returning from ancient times, he is invincible!

He muttered to himself, "Because I'm fast!"