No one noticed that Huo Yuhao's eighth spirit ring was glowing slightly, emitting a faint golden light, echoing the golden light from afar...

Long Aotian's face, which had originally been filled with arrogance, was now completely filled with solemnity.

His eyes were fixed on Huo Yuhao. The golden light that burst out from Huo Yuhao was like a sharp blade, piercing his soul fiercely.

It was a pain that penetrated deep into his bones, as if it was tearing his soul apart.

Long Aotian's heart was filled with alarm. The speed of the golden light was so unbelievably fast that it didn't give him any chance to dodge.

He wanted to mobilize all his soul power to resist, but found that the golden light seemed to ignore his defense and directly penetrated his body's protective soul power and headed straight for his body.

At this moment of life and death, Long Aotian did not feel the slightest fear in his heart. Instead, he felt a strong desire to fight.

He was confident of his great strength and rarely met an opponent among his peers. He even disdained to use the invincible shield, a defensive measure that he considered to be tantamount to admitting defeat.

As a leader of the younger generation of the Body Sect, he firmly believes that the power of the martial soul is far superior to soul guides, and firmly believes that only one's own strong strength can be truly powerful.

Faced with this unavoidable attack, he decided to take it head-on!
The white light protecting Long Aotian's body was the powerful energy released after his martial soul awakened for the second time. However, it was as fragile as thin paper in front of this golden light.

The golden light easily pierced through the protective white light, and the powerful energy exploded instantly like a punctured ball, transforming into countless tiny white light spots that drifted around like snowflakes all over the sky.

Long Aotian groaned, and his body began to tremble violently, as if he was in great pain.

The white light on his body surged violently, trying to condense into a defense again, but it collapsed again and again under the impact of the golden light.

A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, drawing a miserable arc in the air. He looked at Huo Yuhao in disbelief, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes were filled with shock and confusion.

Obviously, his strength is far superior to Huo Yuhao's, so why was he forced into such a situation by him?

However, the fight did not stop because of Long Aotian's shock.

After Huo Yuhao emitted that golden light, the purple light and shadow that had originally condensed in front of him also dissipated.

His face turned pale and his body swayed. It was obvious that this blow had exhausted his strength.

Long Aotian endured the severe pain, his body shook, and he spurted out another mouthful of blood.

The blood turned into countless tiny blood arrows in the air, flying around like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, making sharp sounds of breaking through the air. When they fell to the ground, they actually corroded the hard ground into bottomless holes.

Long Aotian felt dizzy, and the figure of Huo Yuhao in front of him seemed to become blurry.

He staggered back a few steps, and with one hand on the edge of the ring, he managed to stabilize his body. He was gasping for air, and every breath was accompanied by a sharp pain in his chest.

He looked down and saw that his shirt on his chest was stained with blood, which was a shocking sight.

Long Aotian gritted his teeth and tried hard to calm the surging blood and energy in his body, but he could feel that there was very little soul power left in his body.

He raised his head and looked at Huo Yuhao solemnly, his heart filled with shock.

He knew that he was injured, and seriously injured. Although he did not defeat Huo Yuhao, Long Aotian had done his best.

Even after using the second awakening of his martial soul, he still couldn't beat him. This was the difference in hard power.

At this time, a tall figure jumped onto the stage and supported the shaky Long Aotian. It was Yuan Gungun, who asked with concern, "Brother Aotian, how are you?"

Long Aotian managed to force a smile and said weakly, "I'm fine, just slightly injured."

"You're still saying you're fine. You're still trying to be brave even though you're in this state." Yuan Gungun said, "Come, I'll help you go down and rest."

Long Aotian shook his head and said, "No, I want to take another look."

Yuan Gungun wanted to persuade him again, but seeing the determination in Long Aotian's eyes, he had to give up. He helped Long Aotian walk to the edge of the ring and asked him to sit down.

Han Yu watched the fight between dragons and tigers, his heart was calm. He already knew Long Aotian's strength, and it was his turn to play despite his defeat. He slowly stood up, walked to Long Aotian, and said softly: "Brother Aotian, you have done your best, leave it to me next." His voice was gentle and firm, with a reassuring power.

Long Aotian was already at the end of his strength at this time, but he still stood straight. Hearing Han Yu's words, he nodded gratefully and said, "I'm counting on you, Young Master." After that, he slowly stepped aside, leaving the stage to this powerful successor.

Han Yu patted Long Aotian on the shoulder to show encouragement and comfort. Then, he turned and walked towards the center of the ring. Every step was steady and powerful, as if carrying a huge force. His eyes met Huo Yuhao in the air. Between the two, an invisible fighting spirit permeated, and the air seemed to solidify.

On the competition stage, Zheng Zhan, who had just witnessed such a wonderful match, had a look of disappointment in his eyes. He was moved by the fighting spirit of Long Aotian and his opponent, but he still had to continue to officiate the match. He coughed lightly to remind the two players that the match was about to begin.

"You're here!" Huo Yuhao stood on the competition stage and looked at Han Yuyao, his eyes full of anticipation and fighting spirit. He knew that he was about to face an extremely powerful opponent, but he was not afraid.

"I'm here. Why? You should know that with me here, your situation is over." Han Yu smiled slightly, and a hint of inexplicable color flashed in his eyes. His tone was calm, but full of confidence, as if he was stating an unchangeable fact.

Huo Yuhao nodded seriously and said, "Of course I know, but I want to see your full strength." He longed to fight with the strong, and even if he knew he would lose, he would still try his best. This was his martial arts spirit.

“Let me see how big the gap is between us.” Huo Yuhao’s voice was firm and powerful. He was eager to find the gap between himself and the top powerhouses through this battle, so as to continuously improve himself.

"Oh?" Han Yu raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to see my all-conquering strength?" There was a hint of amusement in his tone, as if he had heard a funny joke.

“Okay, then let’s see if you can force me to use it.” There was a hint of pride in Han Yu’s voice. He was confident that his strength was unmatched, but could Huo Yuhao force him to show his true strength?

Looking at the two people reminiscing about the past like old acquaintances, the corner of referee Zheng Zhan's mouth twitched slightly. This is a competition, not a place for you to chat. He coughed lightly and reminded: "Ahem, both players are in place, this is a competition, and the audience can't wait." The implication is that if you can take action, take action as soon as possible, and don't keep nagging. "I'm looking forward to it!" Han Yu nodded to Huo Yuhao and turned to walk to the back. He needed a larger space to show his strength.

At Han Yu's level, Huo Yuhao actually no longer posed any threat to him. Therefore, he had no intention of killing him. He just hoped that he could grow faster under his oppression.

“I will.” A hint of determination flashed in Huo Yuhao’s eyes. Now he has reached the Soul Douluo level. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing and heartbeat, and adjusted his condition to the best.

He just didn't believe it. Even if he couldn't beat Han Yu, at least he could know Han Yu's strongest strength. "Begin!" With the referee's order, the game began.

Huo Yuhao tapped the ground with his toes, and shot out towards Han Yu like an arrow. His speed was so fast that in the blink of an eye, he had crossed the distance between them and arrived in front of Han Yu.

At the same time, eight soul rings rose from under his feet. One white, one yellow, one purple, and five black. Eight soul rings of different colors reflected each other behind him, releasing dazzling light. A powerful aura unique to Soul Douluo burst out from his body, sweeping the entire competition arena.

On the other hand, Han Yu was extremely calm in the face of Huo Yuhao's fierce attack. He just slowly raised his right hand and gently clenched his fist. An invisible aura emanated from him, competing with Huo Yuhao's aura.

Then, seven soul rings slowly rose from under his feet, one purple, three black, and three red. The seven soul rings circled and danced behind him, releasing dazzling light, illuminating the entire competition arena.

The most eye-catching things are undoubtedly the three scarlet hundred thousand year soul rings. They exude a terrifying aura that makes people feel frightened, as if they were from ancient ferocious beasts, making people afraid to approach them.

"Three hundred thousand year spirit rings. Another spirit saint, a spirit saint with three hundred thousand year spirit rings..."

Everyone stood up at the same time, their eyes wide open, staring in disbelief at Han Yu, who was like a god on the stage. Their eyes were filled with shock, confusion, puzzlement, and a hint of fear.

Why would anyone have such a configuration? This is unheard of, unseen, and unbelievable!
On the rostrum, Xu Tianran's body began to tremble violently. His face was pale, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of fear and dread.

"This boy is so terrifying."

He secretly sighed in his heart that people like Han Yu might become his biggest enemy in the future and even threaten the safety of the entire Sun-Moon Empire.

On the other side, the Imperial Master's face was gloomy, his brows were furrowed, his eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking.

This reminded him of some bad things that happened before, things that he had deliberately forgotten. Jing Hongchen smiled and looked at Han Yu with admiration. He nodded slightly, seeming to be very satisfied with Han Yu's performance.

As for the others, whether they were contestants or spectators, they all looked in disbelief. They were all deeply shocked by the strength displayed by Han Yu.

Over at the Snow Demon Sect, the Lan sisters' faces turned red with excitement. Even though they had seen it many times before, they couldn't help but get excited every time they saw this scarlet hundred thousand year spirit ring.

Huo Yuhao’s eyes were fixed on Han Yu, and his heart was filled with turbulent waves.

The power of Han Yu has always been a huge mountain in his heart. Now, he finally got a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of this mountain, but he found that this tip of the iceberg was so shocking and powerless.

The spirit ring that transcended the rules and had a power like a miracle deeply shocked his heart. "Is this what makes you so powerful?"

This question sounded more like a question that Huo Yuhao asked himself.

He struggled to pursue the pinnacle of power, but the fateful opponent before him had already stepped into a realm that he could not reach.

A sneer appeared on Han Yu's lips, as if he could see through Huo Yuhao's inner shock.

He slowly raised his left hand, and his slender white fingers lightly pressed in the air, as if he was controlling the fate of the entire world.

At the same time, his sixth soul ring, the scarlet red soul ring, suddenly shone brightly.

The red light, like a gaze from the abyss, instantly enveloped the entire competition stage in a cold shadow.

“Not good!” Alarm bells rang in Huo Yuhao’s heart, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart like a tide.

He paused in his rush, and instinctively tensed his body, ready for the storm. He knew that Han Yu's real killer move was about to come!

The next moment, Han Yu shouted in a low voice, like a thunderclap: "Sixth soul skill, polar blizzard! Welcome the funeral of cold winter!"

As soon as the words fell, the clear sky suddenly changed!

The originally cloudless sky suddenly became as dark as ink, as if an invisible giant hand had pulled the endless darkness down from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, snowflakes, light and cold, fell from the sky, like countless white elves dancing in the air.

However, these beautiful snowflakes bring with them a deadly chill.

The surrounding air froze into ice crystals the moment it came into contact with the snowflakes, making a crisp sound.

On the competition stage, the originally hard bluestone ground was covered with a thick layer of frost at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was covered with a crystal clear ice armor.

In just a few breaths, the entire competition stage turned into a world of ice and snow.

Whoosh! Whoosh! The biting cold wind had swept in without anyone noticing, bringing with it the smell of ice and snow, raging wildly across the entire competition arena.

Large flakes of snow, driven by the cold wind, poured down from the sky like a storm, the speed was so fast that it was hard to keep up.

The competition stage was soon completely engulfed by white ice and snow, as if it had turned into a polar ice field, cold, lonely, and filled with the breath of death.

"It's so cold. Even my Soul Douluo cultivation can't withstand this kind of temperature?" (End of this chapter)