Chapter 525: Huo Yuhao—So Righteous It’s Almost Evil! 'I’m Speaking with Your Mother. Who Are You to Interrupt?'

Chapter 525: Chapter 525: Huo Yuhao—So Righteous It’s Almost Evil! “I’m Speaking with Your Mother. Who Are You to Interrupt?”

Just as the many experts were fleeing, an indescribable pressure suddenly descended.

Below—

the mountains and land, already reduced to scorched ruins, suddenly emitted strange noises...

Swoosh! Swoosh!

At first it was faint, like waves gently striking the shore.

But soon the sound rapidly grew louder and closer, turning into the surging noise of some thick, viscous liquid.

At the same time,

a stench of blood so strong it made people nauseous surged into the sky.

Then, in a certain part of the void—

it seemed as if the air itself had been corroded and rotted by the blood stench.

Crimson cracks slowly spread open.

A viscous scarlet tide burst forth from deep within those cracks like a breached dam.

Wherever it passed—

charred rocks were swallowed.

Broken mountain ridges were submerged.

Even half-standing peaks were engulfed within a few breaths by the ever-rising crimson flood.

As far as the eye could see, the entire collapsed mountain range had been filled with a boundless sea of blood.

Upon the surface of that blood sea, pale bones and eerie vengeful spirits occasionally floated up, while monstrous resentment rose and sank within it.

And at the center of the blood sea, a slender figure in a red dress slowly condensed into form.

Behind her, a burly man also appeared.

When the fleeing experts clearly saw these two figures—

they all sucked in cold breaths.

"The Holy Spirit Cult’s leader, Zhongli Wu! And... the Supreme Elder Ye Xishui!"

"One is a Level 98 Super Douluo, and the other a Level 99 Limit Douluo! Is the Holy Spirit Cult preparing to start a final battle?!"

"Ye Xishui has been inactive for many years, but decades ago she was already a Limit Douluo. It’s said her Death God Tower has even touched the threshold of a Level 10 soul tool!"

"So... between Ye Xishui and Huo Yuhao, who is stronger?"

...

"Elder Mu..."

Xuan Zi knew some things about Mu En’s past.

He worried that seeing an old acquaintance again might stir Mu En’s emotions and worsen his already fragile condition.

"It’s fine."

Mu En raised his hand and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Ye Xishui... long time no see."

The blood sea surged.

Ye Xishui stood upon the crest of the waves, her bright red robes fluttering in the wind.

She flicked her finger.

A streak of blood-red light crossed the distance and entered Long Xiaoyao’s body.

After seeing his complexion improve slightly, she finally raised her eyes.

"Brother Mu." Ye Xishui’s voice carried no emotion. "You’ve grown old."

Mu En remained silent.

His gaze lingered on the almost tangible aura of bloodlust surrounding Ye Xishui.

"You, however, remain as graceful as ever..."

He paused.

In his sigh there was exhaustion and sorrow from the passage of time.

"...but you are no longer the Ye Xishui I once knew."

Even the wind seemed to grow still.

Everyone present held their breath, their gazes silently shifting between

the woman in red standing upon the blood sea,

the man in black robes among the ruins,

and the old man sitting in a wheelchair.

Mu En.

Long Xiaoyao.

Ye Xishui.

These three had once stood together at the peak of the continent.

There must have been a past between them that very few people knew.

It was that past that caused former close companions to now walk entirely different paths.

At this moment, that tangled history seemed about to be slowly revealed through only a few short words.

Just as the atmosphere grew heavy—

Gulp! Gulp!

The sudden sound of liquor being swallowed rang out.

Startled and confused gazes followed the sound.

They saw that the white-robed youth surrounded by the experts of Shrek Academy was tilting his head back and drinking deeply.

"...This..."

Many people looked at each other, speechless.

At a moment like this—

when three of the greatest experts in the world had gathered and past and present were about to collide—

such behavior was hardly serious.

However—

it was precisely because of this that Mu En was pulled out of his lingering sadness over the past.

He took a deep breath, cupped his hands toward Li Zhexian, and his gaze quickly regained its clarity and sharpness.

"Ye Xishui, what exactly do you intend to do today?"

Ye Xishui withdrew her gaze from Li Zhexian.

Among everyone present—even Huo Yuhao—she could roughly gauge the level of their Spirit Power.

Only that white-robed youth drinking wine had an ordinary aura, almost like that of a mortal.

Yet in such a situation, being ordinary itself was the greatest kind of extraordinary.

"Gods cannot interfere in the mortal realm."

Ye Xishui dismissed the absurd speculation and parted her red lips.

"Our Cult’s Grand Worship offering had a duel with someone. The Cult leader and I came personally to watch the battle—what is wrong with that?"

As soon as her words fell, Huo Yuhao’s Spirit Power surged mightily.

Its overwhelming pressure caused the sea of blood below to churn restlessly.

"Hiding in the shadows is called watching a battle?" He stepped forward and said coldly: "Or is sneaking around simply the habit of the Holy Spirit Cult?"

Facing the pressure of the two great experts of the Holy Spirit Cult,

Huo Yuhao showed no fear at all. His posture remained just as domineering and unyielding as when he had fought the Darkness Holy Dragon earlier.

"Truly, a hero emerges from the youth," A faint smile appeared on Ye Xishui’s lips.

"Huo Yuhao, is it?"

"Given the old friendship between your teacher Mu En and me, you don’t need to treat me with such hostility."

She paused slightly.

"Or is it..."

"That you harbor an innate hatred for evil Spirit Masters?"

Huo Yuhao did not hesitate. "Evil Spirit Masters deserve to die."

In his previous life, he had clashed with the Holy Spirit Cult several times.

He had seen far too many twisted and monstrous evil Spirit Masters.

Ye Xishui laughed. The laugh was not loud, but it clearly entered everyone’s ears.

"In your eyes, evil Spirit Masters should all die."

"But has anyone ever truly examined whether every evil Spirit Master was born evil?"

"Among them, eight or nine out of ten are pitiful people."

"They have endured unimaginable suffering, injustice, and despair—far beyond what ordinary people experience—before being driven into desperation, their minds twisted."

"And so they walk the road that the world sees as a point of no return."

Ye Xishui’s voice drifted faintly.

It intertwined with the crashing of the blood waves, forming a strange and eerie rhythm.

Her words made many people’s expressions change.

Some looked thoughtful, some frowned deeply, while others shook their heads and sighed.

Li Zhexian swallowed the wine in his mouth and looked at Huo Yuhao with interest.

He wanted to see how the Huo Yuhao he had trained would respond to such sophistry that blurred good and evil.

Huo Yuhao looked at the seemingly sorrowful and compassionate expression on Ye Xishui’s face.

The smile on his own face grew wider and wider.

"Heh..."

At first the laughter was light,

but it soon became unrestrained, exploding through the blood-scented air.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Evil is evil. Why wrap yourselves in the cloak of being ’pitiful’ and wave your banners while standing on the graves of the so-called weak?"

His gaze was sharp as a blade, piercing directly toward Ye Xishui.

"When you drain the blood of civilians, massacre city after city, and refine living people into puppets..."

"Did you ever once recall the injustices you suffered?"

"Did you ever spare a single thought for the despair others were experiencing?"

"A group of self-deceiving degenerates—using suffering as an excuse to commit the greatest evil in the world!"

"If hell truly exists, you should all fall into it forever, suffering in karmic flames and repenting!"

Behind Huo Yuhao, the void suddenly trembled violently.

Thousands of brilliant golden lights began to outline something in the sky.

"And what I will do—"

"is send you all to hell."

"You arrogant brat!" Zhongli Wu could no longer hold back. He stepped forward and shouted angrily, pointing at Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao looked at him indifferently.

Behind him, space peeled apart layer by layer, revealing a golden vertical eye that covered the sky and the sun.

"I am speaking with your mother..."

"Who are you to interrupt?"