Long Xiaoyao is not Xuan Zi's opponent!
One after another, streams of light swept swiftly from the horizon toward this side. Long Xiaoyao let out a bitter laugh. He knew that today, no matter what, it was impossible to keep Huo Yuhao.
One after another of figures emitting an evil aura were arranged in a line. The one in the lead, his black robe fluttered, his momentum like a rainbow.
"Uncle Long, you have overstepped your bounds."
This person was precisely the current Pontiff of the Holy Spirit Cult, Zhongli Wu.
"Pontiff!" Huo Yuhao was overjoyed. Since Zhongli Wu had rushed over with his men, then he could naturally also get rid of Long Xiaoyao's pursuit. No matter how wavering Long Xiaoyao's position was, it was impossible for him to make things difficult for his beloved woman's son.
"Forget it, forget it," Long Xiaoyao shook his head and immediately seemed to have aged by several decades. He finally glanced in Huo Yuhao's direction. Even if Zhongli Wu and the others had not appeared, he was not Xuan Zi's opponent.
"Holy Son, you have been away from this cult for several years. Your speed of growth is truly lamentable," Zhongli Wu sized up Huo Yuhao from top to bottom with satisfaction. One must know that more than two years ago, when Huo Yuhao had just left the Holy Spirit Cult to go out for training, he hadn't even had a single soul ring. They had even more so suspected that Huo Yuhao was planning to take the opportunity to leave the Holy Spirit Cult.
Fortunately, Zhongli Wu had prepared for a rainy day and had timely used Zhongli Yu to keep Huo Yuhao in suspense, so that they had an inseparable bond.
The first night that Zhongli Yu had had her first blood taken by Huo Yuhao was precisely due to his instruction. From then on, Huo Yuhao had gradually let himself go, leaving his feelings everywhere. He had even more so not cared about Zhongli Yu's identity as a Holy Maiden and had had a batch of confidantes.
Subsequently, the deeds of Huo Yuhao's fame on the continent had even more so reached the ears of the Holy Spirit Cult. For this outstanding Holy Son, the members of the Holy Spirit Cult were even more so extremely satisfied.
"Pontiff overpraises me," Huo Yuhao said modestly. Zhongli Wu was Zhongli Yu's grandfather, so he was naturally also his grandfather-in-law. Even if he was no longer willing to accept this fact, he still had to consider the feelings of Zhongli Yu, whom he had already identified as his wife.
"Holy Son, rest assured. Since we have already arrived, you will naturally no longer be in danger," Zhongli Wu stood with his hands behind his back, looking directly at Long Xiaoyao, and said proudly.
"Uncle Long, for you to act in this way now, are you worthy of my mother?"
"This old one's action is indeed a shame to Xishui. I will surely apologize to her later," Long Xiaoyao let out a long sigh. Ye Xishui was his weak spot. He had let down Mu En, and had let down Ye Xishui even more. His entire life was to atone for his actions back then.
Immediately, he did not stay any longer. His figure transformed into a stream of light and sweep past towards the distance.
Zhongli Wu and the others naturally could not forcefully keep Long Xiaoyao. Long Xiaoyao himself was also a great deterrent to the strength of the Holy Spirit Cult. Now that the Dragon God Douluo was on the verge of death, he was even more so an important force for the Holy Spirit Cult to suppress Shrek.
"If not for sensing the mark that Yu'er had left on you, we really wouldn't have known that you, the Holy Son, had come to the Sun Moon Empire, and had almost been tragically killed," Zhongli Wu came to Huo Yuhao's side, patted his shoulder, and said with comfort.
Huo Yuhao had long known that Zhongli Yu had initially planted the brand of the Holy Spirit Cult on him. If not for the fact that that thing was convenient for the Holy Spirit Cult to find him, I'm afraid he would have long since had Bibi Dong clean it off for him.
"Many thanks for the Pontiff's assistance," Huo Yuhao saluted Zhongli Wu, his tone feigning excitement.
"What's wrong with your eyes?" Zhongli Wu noticed Huo Yuhao's cloth-covered eyes. A bad premonition immediately arose in his heart, and he hurriedly asked.
Huo Yuhao had long been prepared for this and let out a bitter laugh. "Thank you for the Pontiff's concern. I had a mishap in my cultivation, which led to my martial soul being damaged. I'm afraid I will be in a state of blindness for several years."
"So that's how it is," Zhongli Wu nodded slightly. A few years' time was irrelevant. As long as Huo Yuhao could recover, that was good.
"Not satisfying, not satisfying!" Elder Xuan had changed back to his original appearance. He had changed into the unique black cloak of the Holy Spirit Cult. His originally old and lazy face had a few more points of a cold darkness.
"Hehe, Elder Xuan, calm down. Uncle Long is not your opponent now," ever since Elder Xuan had joined the Holy Spirit Cult, his status could be said to have risen to the sky in one step. Not only had he become the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, but at the same time, he was also the current strongest backer of the Holy Spirit Cult.
"Hey! For this old one to make a move, you boy had better prepare a thousand spirit sacrifices for me. After a long journey, I'm a little hungry," Elder Xuan just indifferently glanced at Huo Yuhao and then no longer paid any attention to the members of the Holy Spirit Cult. He took out a wine gourd and began to drink freely.
Huo Yuhao didn't know what he was drinking. It was just that from the fragrance of the wine that had drifted over, he had smelled a trace of a bloody smell.
Surrounded by Zhongli Wu and his group, Huo Yuhao was brought back to the long-separated Holy Spirit Cult, underground in the Evil Demon Forest.
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The Holy Son has returned, the whole cult rejoices!
The people of the Holy Spirit Cult had more or less all heard of Huo Yuhao's astonishing battle record in the Star Luo City tournament. Not only had he led the Sun Moon team to win the championship in one fell swoop, but he had also beaten up a group of Shrek's elders and had captured a Xian Lin'er.
Under Zhongli Wu's request, Huo Yuhao had for the first time showed off his undead magic in front of the members of the Holy Spirit Cult, which had made a group of evil soul masters cry out in surprise. At the same time, Xian Lin'er had then been brought out by him.
It was unknown why, but when Xian Lin'er had been pulled out by Huo Yuhao from the undead demiplane to face a group of evil soul masters, in the depths of her beautiful pupils as she looked at Huo Yuhao, there was a trace of a heartbroken color.
Of course, Huo Yuhao could not see this now.
"Valkyrie Douluo, I never thought that when we meet again, it would actually be in this kind of an occasion," Zhongli Wu stared intently at this Valkyrie Douluo, his old pupils unable to hide their fervor.
"You despicable evil soul masters! One day you will get your retribution!" Xian Lin'er bit her silver teeth and said with hatred.
Huo Yuhao knew that Zhongli Wu had ill intentions towards Xian Lin'er. He could only cough lightly and remind him, "Pontiff, right now Yu'er is still in the hands of the people of Shrek. I have already arranged a time and place to exchange hostages. I'll have to trouble the Pontiff to mobilize the experts in the cult and run a trip with me."
Zhongli Wu nodded and put away some of his thoughts. With Xian Lin'er's staunchness, if he were to really do something to her, I'm afraid the latter would think of all ways to commit suicide. In that case, it would be hard to guarantee that the people of Shrek would not do something to Zhongli Yu.
Not only was Zhongli Yu his granddaughter, but she was also the Holy Maiden with the highest talent in the Holy Spirit Cult.
"Holy Son, perhaps there is an old friend you will be interested in," Zhongli Wu then immediately thought of something and suddenly said with a smile.
Huo Yuhao frowned. He soon thought of the identity of the old friend that Zhongli Wu had spoken of. Without caring for the scene of revelry in the cult, he hurriedly followed Zhongli Wu and walked towards the depths of the Holy Spirit's great hall.
It was unknown how many turns they had taken. The few of them had finally arrived at a quiet room. Huo Yuhao soon sensed the familiar, scorching aura.
Ma Xiaotao!
Huo Yuhao excitedly ran a few steps. His spiritual perception quickly outlined the scene before him.
He saw Ma Xiaotao sitting expressionlessly before a table. Her hands and feet were all imprisoned by thick chains. What Huo Yuhao couldn't see was that this living volcano of the inner court, her pretty face was full of a deathly silence. Even with the arrival of Zhongli Wu and the others, she had not had any reaction.
"Xiaotao!"
Huo Yuhao hurriedly called out. For some reason, his heart was faintly uneasy.
Hearing this voice that had haunted her dreams, a slight fluctuation gradually appeared in Ma Xiaotao's lifeless, beautiful pupils. She slowly turned her head, her red lips parting slightly.
"Huo Yuhao?"
"It's me." Huo Yuhao clearly sensed that something was not right. But he still rushed forward in just three steps, arriving before the beloved figure he had not seen for a long time.
Ma Xiaotao stared blankly at the youth before her. Although she didn't know why he had covered his two eyes, this all seemed to not matter.
"Yuhao, you..."
Ma Xiaotao dragged the heavy chains and stood up, walking towards Huo Yuhao step by step.
"Pontiff, with me here, she will be fine. Quickly undo the Phoenix Holy Maiden's shackles," Huo Yuhao's heart was a little uncomfortable. He hurriedly requested from the Zhongli Wu at his side.
The next moment, Ma Xiaotao had with one hand embraced the Huo Yuhao before her, burying her head in his shoulder. Her figure was originally tall. Even if Huo Yuhao had grown quite a bit in these few years, he was only just on par with her.
"Xiaotao, I'm here. It's fine. In a moment..." Huo Yuhao hurriedly comforted her. His two hands patted Ma Xiaotao's back, trying to ease the latter's emotions.
His words came to an abrupt end. An intense pain instantly came from the base of his neck. Ma Xiaotao had fiercely taken a bite on Huo Yuhao's neck, her two eyes blood-red, in the form of a mad demon.
"Holy Son!" Zhongli Wu seemed to have long been prepared. He flashed over and, with one hand, pinched Ma Xiaotao's chin. The huge force made Ma Xiaotao have no choice but to loosen her mouth.
"Why?" Huo Yuhao's entire person was stunned. He didn't know why Ma Xiaotao would be like this. That one bite was completely aimed at his major artery. It was clearly to take his life!
"Huo Yuhao! In order to have me join your Holy Spirit Cult, you unscrupulously harmed me into becoming a sinner of Shrek, making everyone hate me! What a venomous heart you have..."
Ma Xiaotao's beautiful pupils were completely red. Her entire body was trembling, the corners of her mouth full of Huo Yuhao's blood.
"From now on, between you and me, all love and righteousness are severed! Even if I die, you will not get my heart!"