"Boom!"
With a thunderous crash, the massive Nether White Tiger was struck hard, sent flying backward and crashing through a swath of trees.
As the martial soul fusion dissolved, Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu's battered figures were exposed.
Around them, their second team members—Xie Huanyue, Cui Yajie, Zhou Sichen, Cao Jinxuan, and others—had all been frozen into statues of ice.
"Huo Yuhao!" Dai Huabin struggled to his feet, rage burning in his eyes as he glared at Huo Yuhao, who advanced on him step by step.
"Dai Huabin, look at you now. Too bad this is just a simulated universe—otherwise, I'd really let you taste what my teammates can do."
Huo Yuhao's face twisted with malice. He stomped hard on Dai Huabin's head, grinding it mercilessly into the ground.
"Huabin!" Zhu Lu, furious at Dai Huabin's humiliation, tried to rise and save him.
But in the next instant, black-red Blue Silver vines rapidly wrapped around her, hoisting her up high.
Whether intentional or not, Zhu Lu's hands were lifted above her head by the vines, which snaked over her body, accentuating her already alluring figure.
"I never noticed before, Zhu Lu—you're actually pretty good looking. What a shame you chose the wrong man."
Huo Yuhao hooked Zhu Lu's chin with a finger, his tone mocking, deliberately provoking Dai Huabin.
"Let her go!" Dai Huabin trembled beneath Huo Yuhao's foot, roaring in fury.
"Are you talking to me?" Huo Yuhao pressed down harder, pushing Dai Huabin's head deeper into the ground.
"Let them go!"
Just then, Xu Sanshi, Wang Dong'er, and others arrived. Even though they didn't like Dai Huabin, they intervened immediately.
"Perfect timing. Last time I let you escape, but this time, it won't be so easy." Huo Yuhao's eyes sharpened, a dark-red gem appearing on his brow—he was about to get serious.
Although he hadn't fully mastered the gem's power, he could already wield the authority of consciousness.
The power of the evil gem lay in controlling brain signals, creating illusions, manipulating attack strength, damage—every detail so real that the enemy's mind believed it.
If an enemy's mind accepted death, their body became nothing but a breathing shell.
As Huo Yuhao unleashed the power, a massive Ice Jade Empress Scorpion materialized, unleashing a frigid storm that instantly turned the area into a frozen hell.
The oppressive aura of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast filled the air, causing Wang Dong'er and the others to freeze—not just from the pressure, but the bone-chilling cold.
Of course, Huo Yuhao couldn't truly summon a hundred-thousand-year soul beast—this scorpion was a simulated illusion, but so real it was indistinguishable.
As long as Wang Dong'er and the others believed it was real, it could exert the full power of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast.
That was the Authority of Sentience—power over consciousness itself.
Facing a seemingly real hundred-thousand-year soul beast, Xiao Xiao and the rest were shocked beyond belief.
It was all too realistic, and with Huo Yuhao's drastic transformation and their ignorance of the Authority of Sentience, they fell for the illusion instantly.
Everyone struggled in the freezing storm, suffocated by the beast's ferocity.
At that moment, a golden trident mark appeared on Wang Dong'er's brow, and a surge of divine pressure erupted.
As soon as the golden trident appeared, Huo Yuhao's expression changed dramatically. His simulated scorpion shattered, his spirit was struck, and he coughed up blood.
At the same time, his sealed host personality seized the chance to attack the seal, causing him more pain.
"Holy Son, are you alright?" Huo Yuhao's illusion was indiscriminate—even his own Holy Spirit Church teammates fell under its sway.
Their awe for his power only grew. Seeing him wounded, Yan Feng hurriedly asked with concern.
"I'm fine. Let's go!" Huo Yuhao shot a wary glance at the golden trident mark on Wang Dong'er's brow, his face dark.
Before Wang Dong'er and the others could break free of the illusion, he led the Holy Spirit Church team in retreat.
He'd suffered a major setback and needed somewhere quiet to reinforce his seal—he couldn't risk letting his host personality fight back.
So he didn't take the opportunity to eliminate Wang Dong'er's team, but chose to withdraw.
The others might not understand, but they now followed Huo Yuhao's lead without question.
However, their luck seemed poor—on their way toward the island center, they ran into the Spirit Hall team.
The moment Qian Renxue saw them, she sensed the evil aura from Yan Feng and the others and showed her disgust.
As the future Angel God, Qian Renxue's sensitivity to evil soul masters far surpassed even Ye Guyi's. If Ye Guyi could spot hidden evil soul masters, Qian Renxue had no trouble at all.
"You filthy, disgusting lot—receive judgment!" If it were only a matter of evil aura, Qian Renxue wouldn't judge them outright; after all, she'd seen evil martial souls before, such as Ghost Douluo's, and Spirit Hall wouldn't label them evil without evidence.
But she could clearly sense the wailing souls and thick scent of blood on Yan Feng and the others—it was obvious they not only had evil spirits but were also guilty of countless crimes.
So, without hesitation, Qian Renxue summoned a beautiful angelic phantom behind her, raised her Angelic Holy Sword, and brought down a massive sword of light.
Qian Renxue acted so decisively that even Hu Liena and the others were stunned, not to mention Yan Feng's group.
Bathed in holy radiance and battle hymns, Yan Feng, Tang Dai, and the others felt their soul power and martial souls suppressed, unable to unleash even half their strength.
"Damn it, a Seraphim martial soul? Wasn't that clan wiped out?" As an evil soul master, Yan Feng knew exactly what this meant.
But weren't the angels nearly extinct? Where did this Seraphim come from?
The shock rippled not just through Yan Feng's team but also through Holy Spirit Church's upper echelons watching, including their leader Zhongli Wu.
Though Holy Spirit Church had developed ways to resist the countering effects of light and thunder, they had no answer to the divine attribute of the Angel martial soul.
Fortunately, there were few angels left on the continent—especially the overwhelmingly powerful Seraphims—so they'd never worried much.
But now, confronted with a real Seraphim, Zhongli Wu was rattled.
He knew well the power of the Seraphim, especially its suppression of evil soul masters.
Just look at Yan Feng's team—none of them weak, yet all were suppressed by Qian Renxue alone.
If not for Huo Yuhao, Holy Spirit Church's team would already have lost to her.
A team once favored to win the championship was now helpless before Qian Renxue—this was truly a Special Assault on the Sun God.
Before Qian Renxue, even a Title Douluo-level evil soul master would have to think twice about withstanding the Angelic Holy Sword.
Huo Yuhao's expression was a sight to behold.
Tang Ya and Yan Feng were on par with Qian Renxue, but their attacks couldn't get close to her at all.
Bathed in holy light, Tang Ya and Yan Feng's bodies ignited in sacred flames, forcing them to burn soul power just to resist.
Yet when the light touched Huo Yuhao, he felt nothing—no burning, no need to spend soul power resisting.
With his mutated blood-red eyes, Huo Yuhao observed that the flames were burning the evil aura on Yan Feng and Tang Ya, the result of their wicked cultivation methods.
He had never cultivated with evil techniques, so he had no such aura, unlike Yan Feng and Tang Ya.
Thus, they were completely countered—not only was their soul power weaker than Qian Renxue's, but the Seraphim martial soul overwhelmed them.
Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth. If he didn't act, the whole team would fall to a single woman.
"Ice Empress's Wrath!" Huo Yuhao unleashed his trump card—a jade-green beam of freezing cold shot toward Qian Renxue, freezing everything in its path.
In response, Castorice swung her scythe, ripping the void open. The Death Dragon Polyx's head emerged, breathing purple death onto Huo Yuhao's attack.
Purple death met jade-green ice in a massive explosion, death and frost ravaging the battlefield.
"Roar!" Yan Feng transformed into a bone dragon, fusing with its phantom and charging Qian Renxue with the might of a true martial soul body.
"Die!" Qian Renxue's expression was calm, her soul rings shining. The Divine Sword, blazing like the sun, slashed down.
A golden flash—and Yan Feng froze, a golden line splitting his brow. He was cleaved in two.
Seeing Yan Feng slain in a single blow, Tang Dai and the others were terrified. Already suppressed by the holy aura, unable to use half their strength, they were utterly routed.
"Damn it, retreat!"
Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth, summoning the Ice Jade Empress Scorpion martial soul. The giant scorpion exhaled freezing breath, instantly icing the air.
In a flash, the surrounding trees froze. Even Qian Renxue and Castorice had to split attention to resist the cold.
While Huo Yuhao's Ultimate Ice couldn't threaten Qian Renxue or Castorice, it was overwhelming for Hu Liena and the others.
Qian Renxue's Seraphim wielded holy, light, and fire attributes, and as a god-gifted soul, she was even stronger than most Ultimate martial souls.
Even the powerful Ice Jade Empress Scorpion couldn't threaten her; any freezing aura was instantly burned away by her holy flames.
But Hu Liena and the others were gradually encased in ice, on the verge of being completely frozen.