"You, you're Huo Yuhao?" Wu Yifan cried out in horror. His throat felt as if it were being squeezed, and his voice became extremely hoarse.
"I have to say, scum like you living in this world is a waste of food. If not for the fact that your sect still has some value, you would have already become a corpse the moment your eyes started wandering." Huo Yuhao chuckled. At his level of spiritual power, he could do too many things without even needing to use soul power.
"As for the others..." Huo Yuhao glanced at the accomplices who had emerged from various corners, and his Spiritual Shock was unleashed.
A dozen or so heads instantly exploded, splattering red and white all over the ground.
Huo Yuhao even deliberately used his Disguise soul skill to shield this from view. He didn't want Die Qiu to lose her appetite during mealtime.
Wu Yifan was imprisoned in mid-air by him, an invisible spiritual pressure gripping his neck like a giant hand. His life and death depended on a single thought from Huo Yuhao.
"I'm very curious what kind of place the Proud Sword Sect is, to be able to cultivate a scumbag like you." Huo Yuhao continued to fiddle with the grass carp on the grill and lamented.
"It's cooked." Huo Yuhao's hands paused.
Die Qiu paid even less attention to Wu Yifan. She took the roasted fish from Huo Yuhao and happily brought it to her lips to blow on it.
Just as Huo Yuhao had said when facing Du Busi, the current Huo Yuhao was undoubtedly the strongest on the continent. With Huo Yuhao by her side, Die Qiu didn't have to worry about her safety at all, a complete reversal of Wang Qiu'er's situation in the original timeline.
"Be careful, it's hot."
Huo Yuhao manipulated the cold energy of the Ultimate Ice to carefully cool the roasted fish in Die Qiu's hands. That doting affection was something even the Snow Empress in Kamui's space couldn't help but feel a little jealous of.
"Hao, you try some too." Die Qiu gently tore off a piece of golden-roasted fish and brought it to Huo Yuhao's lips, her beautiful large eyes full of contentment.
For some reason, this scene made Huo Yuhao's nose tingle slightly. How he wished that the girl before him was her...
"Hao, don't cry. Qiu'er will always be here."
In this world, only Bibi Dong and Die Qiu had completely obtained all of Huo Yuhao's memories. Only they could feel Huo Yuhao's mood at this moment.
"One can't always think about what has been lost. You should think about what you still have now." Die Qiu blinked her innocent, doll-like eyes and gently placed the fish into Huo Yuhao's mouth.
Huo Yuhao stared blankly at the young girl before him. Every word she said was so familiar.
Die Qiu was the Auspicious Beast, and Wang Qiu'er was also the Auspicious Beast, but Die Qiu was not Wang Qiu'er. She did not have a part of Tang Wutong's spiritual sense; instead, her personality was formed in imitation of Yuzuki.
As she ate the roasted fish in her hand, she hummed the song that Yuzuki loved to sing most in her previous life.
"Thank you."
This was what Huo Yuhao said to Die Qiu in his heart.
Their reunion after three years, Die Qiu had brought him the power of destiny, bestowed upon him a destiny soul ring, and sublimated everything he possessed.
Perhaps it was precisely because she had seen Huo Yuhao's memories and witnessed the earth-shattering love between Wang Qiu'er and Huo Gua that Die Qiu had resolutely chosen to transform into the appearance of Yuzuki.
The former Wang Qiu'er had saved Huo Yuhao but had not been able to live and stay by his side. This time, Die Qiu would not only save him but also strive to live and accompany him.
"Is this roasted fish enough? If not, I'll continue to roast more." Huo Yuhao himself didn't know how gentle his voice was at this moment. He only knew that the person before him was a treasure bestowed upon him by the heavens, and he couldn't help but want to cherish her.
"Okay." Die Qiu smiled foolishly, taking small bites of the roasted fish in her hand.
However, this warm moment was soon broken by Wu Yifan on the side.
"Huo Yuhao, I beg you to let me go. Whatever you want, my Proud Sword Sect is willing to give it to you!"
Seeing Huo Yuhao's gaze turn towards him, Wu Yifan seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and repeatedly begged for mercy.
"Really, as long as you are willing to let me go, my Proud Sword Sect will never be your enemy. Doesn't the Heavenly Soul People's Nation you support urgently need a powerful backer? I represent the sect in surrendering to you. I only ask that you don't kill me!"
"You're too noisy." Huo Yuhao's eyes turned cold, and he directly knocked the guy unconscious.
"Hao, are we going to this Proud Sword Sect later?" Die Qiu couldn't help but ask.
Huo Yuhao nodded. The current People's Republic of Heavenly Soul was indeed in urgent need of the support of powerful sects. It all depended on whether this Proud Sword Sect knew what was good for them.
"Then let's set off. We're still in a hurry to get to Dragon City." Die Qiu finished the roasted fish in her hand in a few bites and urged him.
"Alright." Huo Yuhao stood up. The immortal physique his second martial soul gave him no longer required him to eat. Another reason was that no matter how good Huo's roasted fish was, he had already grown tired of it during his time as a servant in the Duke's mansion.
Before leaving, Huo Yuhao specifically checked the noodle shop to see if any innocent young girls had been imprisoned by Wu Yifan and his accomplices.
Unsurprisingly, the two soon discovered a basement entrance in an old house next door, from which they rescued more than a dozen girls who had been deceived by Wu Yifan's handsome appearance and imprisoned there.
The dark side of these great nobles and major sects once again refreshed Die Qiu's understanding. The heir of the dignified Proud Sword Sect had actually committed such a despicable act. It was outrageous.
There must have been the tacit approval of the Proud Sword Sect's upper echelons behind this. After all, there was no reason for a heir with such outstanding talent not to be secretly watched by the sect.
Suddenly, Huo Yuhao had no desire to subdue this Proud Sword Sect at all. Looking at these innocent young girls who had been physically and mentally damaged, a nameless anger suddenly surged.
"Let's go and wipe out this Proud Sword Sect."
Huo Yuhao gave each girl a few gold soul coins and let them leave on their own, then said directly.
"Okay." Wu Yifan's actions had also angered Die Qiu. These sects with their powerful soul masters were truly lawless. No wonder Huo Yuhao claimed he wanted to carry out a revolution and wipe out all these evil forces that treated human life as if it were grass.
Huo Yuhao directly chopped off Wu Yifan's head. A person like this living in the world was simply polluting the air.
Animals like Wu Yifan were just the tip of the iceberg on the continent. Today, Huo Yuhao had killed one Wu Yifan; tomorrow, there might be a Song Yifan or a Luo Yifan.
The location of the Proud Sword Sect could be found out with a little inquiry. There was no need to keep Wu Yifan alive to lead the way.
Huo Yuhao packed Wu Yifan's head, carried it in one hand, and with Die Qiu, walked out of the noodle shop. The cloth bag he carried dripped blood all along the way, and as he kept asking for the location of the Proud Sword Sect, he immediately attracted the attention of passersby.
Which young master had the Proud Sword Sect offended? Judging by his appearance, he was less than twenty years old, right? Was he planning to force his way in with just a little girl?
Huo Yuhao had no time to bother with the passersby's speculations. He had originally come to this city just to find a place to eat with Die Qiu. He hadn't expected to run into this kind of mess.
He couldn't manage what he couldn't see, but when this kind of situation truly appeared before him, and he had the ability to deal with everything, the fate of the Proud Sword Sect was already sealed.
The Proud Sword Sect could never have imagined that the legendary Demon King would come to their door, and that the initial reason was simply because his woman was hungry.
Wow, there have been so many new readers lately. While the author is honored, it's also inevitable to hear some hostile criticism. It's the same as before: we were all once readers of the original work. The author writes because a story that can be written has formed in my mind. The author will definitely listen to the pertinent and practical suggestions from readers, just like the recent major revisions to the first few chapters. But if it's really malicious personal attacks and baseless speculation about the author's thinking, then how different are you from the cyberbullies at the beginning? Why can't we just communicate properly?