Douluo Continent II: The Peerless Tang Sect: I, Huo Yuhao, join the Sun Moon Sect.

Chapter 679 Drawing the Bow and Shooting the Arrow: Huo Yuhao

After all, simply relying on defense to buy time will not reverse the current situation; the only option is to launch a coordinated attack to take a gamble.

In fact, since Mingde Hall has created a linked defensive soul tool, it naturally also has a linked offensive soul tool.

The two types of soul tools have different functions.
However, they are essentially all about pooling everyone's strength to do things that individual Soul Masters cannot do.

The most suitable place for this type of soul tool is actually the battlefield.

Once hundreds or thousands of Soul Masters activate their linked Soul Tools, they can combine their collective strength to unleash even greater power.

Zhao Die'er raised her longsword, and the other angelic martial soul possessors also raised their longswords.
Accompanied by several clear sword cries, golden light appeared beside them, surging like a tide behind Zhao Die'er, and finally condensing into a golden giant sword phantom.

It exudes a sacred, magnificent, and majestic aura, inspiring awe in all who behold it.

Zhao Die'er's black hair flew wildly, as if blown by a gale. She raised her long sword and slashed at the giant dragon in front of her. The golden giant sword phantom behind her also moved, rushing towards the dragon with the power of a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down. It cleaved through the black mist in front of her, split the roaring lightning, and struck the dragon directly.

A sacred aura spread out, cracks appeared on the dragon's body, and its wailing echoed through the forest. However, a large amount of black mist surged out from the cracks, clashing with the golden greatsword. In the end, the golden greatsword dissipated, but the dragon also slowly dispersed, leaving behind an old man with white hair and bloodshot eyes.

"Cough," blood seeped from the old man's mouth, and black mist slowly floated around him. He grinned maliciously, "An attack that can rival a Title Douluo. If it weren't for the angelic soul power's restraint on me, you wouldn't have been able to hurt me at all. It seems that Mingde Hall has given you quite a few good things!"

"However, all the good stuff from now on is mine."

Zhao Die'er remained silent, her face pale. Although she had a baby bottle to replenish her soul power, it still took time.
What she lacks now is precisely time.
The coordinated attack just now consumed a lot of everyone's soul power. If this continues, the rate at which soul power is replenished will not be able to keep up with the rate at which it is consumed, and we will all surely die.

Thinking of this, Zhao Die'er gripped the sword in her hand even tighter. She gritted her teeth, and a murderous intent rose in her heart. She had already made up her mind that even if she and her clansmen died, they must pay a terrible price to this damned evil spirit master.

The old man clearly wasn't going to give them a chance to catch their breath. He was ready to continue his attack. Although he was already injured, as a Title Douluo-level evil soul master, even if his opponent was able to counter him, he believed he would definitely not lose.

Suddenly, the old man noticed a strange gaze falling on him. He looked around and finally looked at the air behind the group of angel soul masters, where a young man holding a bow had appeared out of nowhere.

He felt that the boy's face looked somewhat familiar. After thinking for a moment, he remembered the boy's identity and said with a happy expression, "Huo Yuhao, it's you! It seems that I can gain another Holy Son today. Holy Emperor, my luck is really too good today."

His attitude towards Huo Yuhao was simple: this person was an unparalleled genius and a promising candidate to become a Holy Son. If Huo Yuhao could become a Holy Son, the future of the Holy Spirit Sect would surely be prosperous.

"What? The Tower Master has actually come!"

"The tower master has arrived! We're all saved!"

The Angel Clan Soul Masters glanced behind them out of the corner of their eyes and saw Huo Yuhao holding a bow. Their faces lit up with surprise.

For Huo Yuhao, his initial plan was to hunt in this forest. However, during his mental probe, he discovered that the angelic soul masters with whom he had a soul contract were in trouble, so he rushed over to help them. Although he chose to use spatial magic to get there as quickly as possible, the sudden opening of the spatial rift was concealed because he activated a simulation soul skill.

The old man looked disdainful and snorted coldly. He didn't understand why these angelic soul masters were so excited and overjoyed, as if they had seen a savior.

In fact, in his mind, Huo Yuhao was indeed a peerless genius.

Even in the history of the Holy Spirit Cult, there has never been such a talented young Soul Master.

However, the gap between genius and strongman is huge. Only geniuses who grow up can become strongmen. Huo Yuhao, at present, cannot be considered a strongman in terms of strength alone because of his age.

His gaze swept over the group of Angel Clan Soul Masters as he said, "Huo Yuhao, I'm giving you a chance. Put down your longbow, come here obediently, and return to the Holy Sect with me as a Holy Son. Otherwise, you'll suffer when I kill all of these Angel Clan Soul Masters."

Hearing the old man's arrogant words, Huo Yuhao remained silent. Instead, he poured his soul power and spiritual power into the Heaven-Destroying Bow, drew the bow, nocked an arrow, and aimed it at the old man in front of him.

The arrow was surrounded by a lustrous purple light, radiating a terrifying aura that seemed to threaten to destroy everything.

The next moment, the bowstring twanged like thunder, and three arrows flew out simultaneously with a whooshing sound.

The old man remained calm and composed, deciding to teach Huo Yuhao a lesson first. His fifth spirit ring flashed with black light, and the next moment, a large amount of black mist surged around him, eventually forming two giant hands that reached out to grab the feather arrow.

"Huo Yuhao, why bother? With your current cultivation level, the soul tool you're using can't pose any threat to me at all," he said calmly.

But when the arrow struck the giant black mist hand, with a bang, both giant black mist hands were instantly torn apart. The old man's calm expression vanished like a burst dam, replaced by astonishment.

"This is impossible! With your cultivation level, you should still be a Soul Saint. How could a Soul Saint-driven Soul Guidance Device produce such an effect!"

He found it hard to believe. Although he could sense the destructive aura of the arrow, it was not of a divine attribute and did not have a natural suppressive effect on the methods of evil soul masters. Logically speaking, it was impossible for it to destroy his methods in an instant!

He sensed that something was wrong with the three feathered arrows. His ninth spirit ring flickered, flashing with black light. The next moment, a ferocious dragon phantom emerged from behind him, roared, and charged towards the feathered arrows with a large amount of black mist and black lightning.

This is his ninth soul skill, Dragon Charge. Even ordinary Super Douluo must be on high alert when facing this soul skill. He has already planned to use his ninth soul skill to destroy the feather arrows, then kill all the angels, and finally capture the terrified Huo Yuhao and bring him back to the Holy Sect as a Holy Son.

As for Kong Deming, as long as the Holy Church hides Huo Yuhao well enough, how could Kong Deming possibly start a war with the Holy Spirit Church without any evidence?
Moreover, now that the Holy Emperor has manifested his power and favored some evil soul masters, the sect not only lacks holy maidens but also holy sons, which is ultimately an absurd situation.

If I could bring back an outstanding holy son, perhaps the Holy Emperor would be pleased and reward me with some good things.

(End of this chapter)