Jialing Pass?!
Huo Yuhao was no stranger to this pass; in fact, he was extremely familiar with it, because it was the final battlefield of the battle in which the two gods fell ten thousand years ago.
Tang San's deeds spread throughout the continent, and almost everyone on the original Douluo Continent knew that the Sea God had waged an earth-shattering divine war against the gods of the Spirit Hall outside Jialing Pass, ultimately resulting in the fall of both gods and establishing the continent's future.
Huo Yuhao looked around at the vast and realistic battlefield.
Those densely packed Soul Masters engaged in battle, and that heavy, oppressive aura of killing intent hanging over our heads.
His first thought was, could this be the war from ten thousand years ago?!
He was rapidly calculating in his mind: Could it be that his ability to travel through time has changed again?
But he didn't have time to think about it, because two figures suddenly appeared beside him.
With a slight flash of gold and silver light, Wang Dong'er and Jin Li appeared one after the other beside him.
Huo Yuhao looked at them in surprise and blurted out, "Why are you all here?"
Wang Dong'er pouted, her tone carrying a stubbornness that seemed to come as a matter of course: "I won't let you take this risk alone."
Jin Li followed up with a crisp and clear voice: "I will not accept a victory that comes at your risk. Whatever difficulties we face, we will face them together."
Upon hearing this, Wang Dong'er turned her head and glanced at Jin Li, her gaze filled with a complex emotion.
Although she was indeed a little jealous, Jin Li's statement made it impossible for her to hate him.
That frankness and determination resonated with her in a way that was hard to explain.
Huo Yuhao finally realized one thing: he hadn't traveled back to Ten Thousand Years ago because of his own abilities. The vast battlefield before him was likely a scene created by Qiankun Wenqing Valley for deep adventures.
Wang Dong'er quickly scanned her surroundings. As far as her eyes could see, there was an endless battlefield, intertwined and flashing soul rings, and countless terrifying auras clashing fiercely.
Her expression tightened slightly, and she asked in a low voice, "Where is this?"
Huo Yuhao's expression also turned serious, his gaze falling heavily on the outline of the majestic fortress in the distance, and he said, "If I'm not mistaken, this is the Jialing Pass battlefield from ten thousand years ago."
"The battlefield of Jialing Pass?!"
Wang Dong'er couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, her voice trembling noticeably.
She was well aware of the historical significance of this battle; it was a turning point in the fate of the entire continent, a war so brutal it was almost unimaginable.
Her breathing quickened slightly for a moment, and she clenched her fists at her sides, as if trying her best to calm herself down.
However, before she could say anything more, a terrifying aura suddenly locked onto the three of them on the distant horizon.
The oppressive feeling descended from the sky like a mountain collapsing, accurately and heavily enveloping their heads, and the three of them changed their expressions at the same time.
Huo Yuhao looked up abruptly and saw a figure rushing toward them from afar.
The man was incredibly fast, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, dragging the heavy Aura as he swooped down from the heavens.
Huo Yuhao sensed a familiar aura from that person. Of course, he couldn't possibly know this person from Ten Thousand Years ago. What he was familiar with was the kind of Aura who fought against heaven and earth.
This profound and sharp sense of oppression was very similar to what he felt from Qian Gu Dongfeng, the master of the Spirit Pagoda.
In the blink of an eye, the figure had already rushed to the air above Huo Yuhao and the other two, and then suddenly stopped.
The man was burly, with a resolute face and a stern expression that suggested he had been through many battles. His aura pressed down on the ground like solidified mountains.
Huo Yuhao's gaze fell on the man, quickly sweeping over his clothes and the martial spirit in his hand.
That magnificent robe, adorned with the unique patterns of the Spirit Hall, clearly indicated that he was no ordinary person.
The long staff in his hand was dark in color, with a golden dragon pattern coiled around its surface. The dragon's head was raised, and its tail extended to the end of the staff. The entire staff exuded a calm yet sharp aura.
This is... the Coiled Dragon Staff Martial Soul!
Huo Yuhao had just felt that the aura on this person had some inexplicable similarity to the Qiangu Family in the world Ten Thousand Years Later.
Now, seeing the Coiled Dragon Staff, everything made sense. This was the inherited martial soul of the ancient Clan.
Although the aura of the person in front of me is not exactly the same as that of Qian Gu Dong Feng, the sharp core of fighting against heaven and earth is exactly the same.
Therefore, this person is very likely the ancestor of the Qiangu clan.
His mind raced through historical records of the divine war that took place ten thousand years ago, and he quickly settled on two names: Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo.
These two are enshrined figures of the Spirit Hall, both being super strong individuals at the Super Douluo level.
The person in front of him was most likely one of the two retainers, but he couldn't immediately tell which one it was.
Sensing the obvious hostility emanating from the other party, Huo Yuhao did not hesitate. He stepped forward and shielded Wang Dong'er and Jin Li behind him.
Wang Dong'er and Jin Li are indeed top-tier among their peers, but they are far from being a match for a Super Douluo-level enemy.
"Be careful."
Huo Yuhao turned around and called out to Wang Dong'er and Jin Li behind him.
As soon as he finished speaking, a silver-white light suddenly shone on his body, and the three-word battle armor was put on in an instant, perfectly fitting his body and boosting his aura to a new level.
Without the slightest hesitation, he flapped his wings and soared into the sky like a silver streak, flying towards the imposing figure hovering in mid-air.
Above Huo Yuhao at this moment was the Thousand-Pound Douluo, the sixth elder of the Spirit Hall, with a Spirit Power of level 96, holding the Panlong Staff, and his aura was as solid as a mountain.
Qianjun Douluo looked at the young man rushing towards him without the slightest contempt or politeness in his eyes.
With a flick of his wrist, the coiled dragon staff in his hand grew longer in the wind. The staff, which was originally only about ten feet long, expanded into a giant object like a pillar supporting the sky in the blink of an eye.
The Panlong Staff was dark in color, with golden dragon patterns swirling and dancing on its body. It brought with it an aura that could shatter mountains and split peaks, and smashed down on Huo Yuhao's head.
The area covered by the staff shadow was extremely large, like an iron curtain descending from the sky, sealing off most of Huo Yuhao's space to dodge.
This blow would likely kill even a regular Title Douluo, let alone a Soul Douluo.
However, Huo Yuhao was no ordinary Soul Douluo. Facing the Coiled Dragon Staff that pressed down like a pillar of heaven, his figure suddenly flashed just before the staff's shadow reached him, and his whole body disappeared into thin air as if it had been crushed under the huge staff.
That wasn't teleportation; rather, he used his extremely refined spatial perception to seize the only faint gap in the airflow within the staff's movement at the critical moment and squeezed in at an extreme speed.
The stick missed its target and crashed to the ground with a dull, thunderous thud, sending dust billowing up from the surrounding area.
A look of surprise appeared on Qianjun Douluo's face. He had obviously not expected that the young man opposite him could escape so cleanly and neatly from his blow.
In the instant he was slightly taken aback, Huo Yuhao's figure reappeared, silently hovering behind Qianjun Douluo.
He was only a few feet away from his opponent when his powerful Divine Power surged forth like a silent tide.
The once fiercely combative gaze of the Thousand-Pound Douluo seemed to have its focus suddenly ripped away, and he froze in mid-air, holding the Panlong Staff, no longer making any further movements.
The Divine Power of the Thousand-Pound Douluo had not yet entered the Spirit Domain Realm, and it had almost no power to resist Huo Yuhao's spiritual domain, which had already reached the peak of the Spirit Domain.
At this moment, although Huo Yuhao is only a Soul Douluo, his true combat strength has already firmly stepped into the level of Super Douluo.
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