Most of the surrounding comments were praise from young girls. Under normal circumstances, this little young master would have been so full of himself he'd forget his own name, but right now, there was only rage in his eyes.
Huo Yuhao frowned in annoyance. "What a hassle."
Just as the youth flew to the window level, a heavy fist met him head-on.
"Ora!"
...
He flew backward even faster than he had come, smashing into the ground once again.
"One yellow, one purple? Not simple. Wait, could this martial soul be..."
Aside from himself, this was the first time Huo Yuhao had seen someone absorb a soul ring beyond their level.
However, after that brief exchange, Huo Yuhao realized this person's actual combat ability was too weak; he didn't even need to use a martial soul to handle him.
If he had to use a martial soul against a mere Soul Grandmaster, it would be a disgrace to his status as a Soul Elder and an insult to his three powerful martial souls.
As it turned out, Baili Du and Electrolux had raised little Huo to be a bit too strong... With a martial soul nourished by the Dragon God bloodline, mastery over ultimate Light and Darkness, and a Spirit Eye enhanced by emotional power, little Huo was an absolute "stat-monster" even barehanded. In a one-on-one fight, even Ma Xiaotao might not necessarily beat him.
This youth had undoubtedly run straight into a buzzsaw, because this version of Huo was definitely not a soft-hearted pushover.
"Not even as good as a Wind Baboon," he muttered. To reduce unnecessary trouble, Huo Yuhao flipped out of the window and jumped down.
After Huo Yuhao performed a graceful hawk-like landing, the youth had just scrambled up from the ground. His expensive white combat suit was now filthy, his handsome face was smeared with dirt, and half of his face was swollen.
The old man guarding the dormitory door removed the book covering his face and looked toward Huo Yuhao with interest.
"...I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" The youth let out a furious roar, his first hundred-year soul ring lighting up as he charged at Huo Yuhao.
One could see his front wings turn completely azure, while the golden light patterns on them radiated outward. Instantly, a golden edge about three inches wide formed around the perimeter of the wings, looking incredibly sharp.
Huo Yuhao tilted his head. These are... butterfly wings, and of the Light attribute.
A butterfly martial soul with a light aura that looked strikingly gorgeous... Huo Yuhao instantly understood. So that's it, it's the Goddess of Light Butterfly!
Uncle Baili Du specifically taught me that the Goddess of Light Butterfly martial soul only appears on females... So this person is a girl dressed as a boy.
That explained her strange rules and demands.
While he understood why she was so troublesome now, the fact that he was going to beat him—no, her—up remained unchanged.
Then, a scene occurred that seemed natural to Huo Yuhao but impossible to the youth.
The golden butterfly wings slashed frantically, but Huo Yuhao dodged perfectly using an eerie yet exquisite footwork.
Looks like a melee-type soul skill with high sharpness, but hitting me is going to be difficult... While thinking, Huo Yuhao shifted and turned, dodging every slash of the wings.
Compared to the footwork Baili Du had taught him, Step on Snow to Find Plum Blossoms, the Tang Sect's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step wasn't even worth mentioning as trash.
The pink-blue haired youth was completely stunned. Impossible! How can I not even touch his clothes!
What made it even harder to swallow was that Huo Yuhao hadn't even activated his martial soul... It was as if someone were beating him up with bare hands. The gap in strength was unacceptably large.
The old man at the door widened his murky eyes slightly, watching the effortless Huo Yuhao in shock.
The Tang Sect's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step? No! This is many times more subtle than that. What kind of footwork is this?
"This is taking way too long," Huo Yuhao grumbled impatiently. He dodged a slash with a diagonal turn and planted a firm kick right on the youth's butt.
The youth felt an indescribable force hit his backside, stumbled, and fell to the ground for the third time.
Clutching his butt with shame and indignation, his pink-blue eyes stared dead at Huo Yuhao, looking as if he wanted to swallow him whole.
The softness and elasticity felt by the top of his foot confirmed another thing for Huo Yuhao.
Did you think I wouldn't hit you just because you're a girl? Sorry, I, Huo Yuhao, have always been a firm supporter of gender equality.
Huo Yuhao crossed his arms, his delicate and cute face full of disdain. He said arrogantly, "What? Still not convinced?"
After struggling for a while, the youth climbed up with difficulty. Though panting, his voice was still full of killing intent: "You... I'm going to kill you!"
He vibrated his wings and flew into the air. Ignoring his heavily depleted soul power, his purple thousand-year soul ring lit up, and golden light orbs began to condense around him one by one.
The Spirit Eye scanned the area, and after sensing the power within, Huo Yuhao's arrogant expression turned completely cold.
He had originally thought the opponent was just a "Princess Syndrome" case who had grown up pampered, and he just wanted to give her a lesson to remember.
But he hadn't expected her "Princess Syndrome" to be terminal and incurable.
Not just Huo Yuhao, even the old man's gaze grew heavier, showing a hint of disappointment.
To resort to a finishing move just because of a little setback... with this temperament, she won't amount to much.
As the youth flapped his wings in the air, preparing to unleash his ultimate move, Huo Yuhao leapt high like a ghost, instantly grabbing the youth's ankle.
Using a method of leverage that would have made Newton weep, he swung the youth in a massive circle in mid-air before slamming her hard into the ground.
Bang!
And it was a head-first landing.
Passing students and freshmen peeking out from the dorms began to point and whisper.
"Hey, look, that blue-haired one is so good-looking too."
"And he's so strong! He took down a Soul Grandmaster without even using a martial soul. Could he be a Soul Elder?"
Huo Yuhao landed lightly on the ground and clapped his hands. Ignoring the chattering voices, he walked over to the youth and looked down at her. His eyes seemed to have a deep blue glow swirling within, and the air temperature even dropped a few degrees.
The old man at the door narrowed his eyes. From Huo Yuhao, he actually felt a hint of suppression coming from a martial soul!
What is this little fellow's martial soul? Is it also a Dragon-type? To actually make my martial soul feel suppressed!
"Cough, cough..." The pink-blue haired youth struggled to climb up. Her physical constitution was quite good; according to Huo Yuhao's estimation, that last move could have knocked out a thousand-year Wind Baboon, yet this tomboy was mostly fine.
Clearly from a wealthy family; she's definitely eaten plenty of heavenly treasures since childhood.