Douluo Dalu: Huo Yuhao Knows the Plot

However, since Du Bu Si Hua had already spoken to this point, Huo Yuhao no longer acted coy and nodded in agreement.

Some people were shocked. What did they just hear? The young master had broken through to become a Soul Emperor again? When did that happen? Moreover, the young master seemed to be only thirteen years old.

Damn it, a thirteen-year-old Soul Emperor? That had never happened in history before! Forget about a thirteen-year-old Soul Emperor, there hasn't even been a thirteen-year-old Soul King.

Shock was quickly followed by numbness. Now they felt that nothing that happened to Huo Yuhao was surprising anymore.

The next day, the disciples of the Body Sect received a notice from the higher-ups that the young sect master, Huo Yuhao, had entered the Elder Hall and become the eleventh elder. Furthermore, he would be selecting a personal disciple from within the sect in the near future.

A competition would be held in the martial arts field tomorrow, and the young sect master would select one person from the top twenty to become his disciple.

Upon receiving this news, many people were taken aback. After the initial shock, they dismissed it. How old was the young sect master? Yes, they admitted he was a genius, but being a genius and being a qualified teacher were two different things.

The latter required knowledge, strength, and the accumulation of time. How old was the young sect master? He was teaching others before he had even learned properly himself. Wasn't this a joke?

However, some people were clear-headed because they knew that the Elder Council couldn't be entered based on status alone. Nepotism was useless.

But many people were still tempted. Regardless, Huo Yuhao becoming an elder was already a fact, and if they could become a disciple under an elder, not to mention anything else, the cultivation resources they would receive would be far greater than those of ordinary disciples.

The next day, thirty-four disciples stood neatly in the martial arts field. These thirty-odd people ranged in age from six to ten years old. The sun was bright, and the faces of the thirty-odd children were filled with the unique vigor of this age.

Body Spirit Martial Souls were already rare, so having thirty-four people was not easy. Most of these were Body Sect disciples who had traveled abroad and brought back those they discovered. There were also some who were descendants of Body Sect disciples.

Hundreds of people watched from the surroundings. Most of these people were older and did not meet Huo Yuhao's standards for accepting disciples. Several elders and grand elders were also present.

At this time, Huo Yuhao, as the protagonist, also walked out. He took a step forward, came to the front of the elders, looked at the thirty-odd disciples, and began a loud speech before the competition.

Anyway, it was just thanking the heavens, thanking the earth, thanking the sect master, thanking the sect, then looking back on the past and looking forward to the future, hoping that the Body Sect would create even greater glories.

Afterward, the thirty-odd disciples were divided into three groups. The first group had the fewest people, only three, two boys and one girl. All three were two-ring Great Soul Masters.

The large martial arts field was quickly divided into ten competition areas. The participating disciples determined their opponents by drawing lots, but the three groups of disciples were separated, so there would be no situation where a Great Soul Master faced a Soul Master, or a Soul Scholar faced a one-ring Soul Master.

Because what Huo Yuhao wanted was to see the comprehensive abilities of these people through the competition, and then choose those with good talent and those who were pleasing to the eye, rather than simply a one-sided slaughter.

The competition started quickly. Each competition area had a Soul Saint as a referee to prevent accidents and avoid these little guys from really hurting themselves.

The use of Soul Tools and the power of the Ming Realm were prohibited during the competition, but after leaving the arena, they could use the Ming Realm to restore their own Soul Power.

Huo Yuhao watched the entire competition. To be honest, it was quite boring. The little guys couldn't release their Soul Skills many times, and they seemed very immature. The group without Soul Rings could only rely on their hands and feet to compete, just like Sanda and wrestling.

However, Huo Yuhao noticed a familiar person, Su Shan'er, the little girl who survived after the evil Soul Masters slaughtered the village, the one who awakened the Body Spirit Martial Soul.

This little girl was quite eye-catching in the competition, winning all three matches.

This competition was not a promotion or elimination system. Everyone needed to compete in three matches, and the referees and Huo Yuhao would record their scores based on their performance.

After lunch, the three matches were over, but this was only the first stage. The thirty-four disciples, after fully recovering, gathered again in the martial arts field, ready to accept the second stage of the test.

"Everyone pay attention, the next stage is the second stage. Unlike before, those who fail to pass the second stage will be eliminated. The specific details are not convenient to reveal. Now, all participating disciples stand five meters apart from each other in all directions. Other irrelevant personnel step back."

An elder directed the thirty-four disciples to disperse, and then asked the people watching the competition to step back a little. After doing these things, the elder turned his gaze to Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao nodded, and then took a step forward, already arriving in the sky above the martial arts field. Immediately afterward, everyone discovered that the area where the thirty-four participating disciples were located was stained with a touch of red, as if the entire space had been dyed red.

At this time, the thirty-four disciples had various expressions on their faces. Some only frowned slightly, some looked terrified, and some even suddenly cried bitterly.

The surrounding people were in an uproar. What was going on? Had they fallen ill? Some clever people quickly guessed that this should be related to the red mist that enveloped them.

At this moment, Su Shan'er's petite body trembled non-stop. She begged, constantly begging. She cried her heart out, but it was to no avail. No one pitied her. She watched helplessly as the villagers fell one by one, her sister's heart being taken out.

She remembered the look her sister gave her before she died, weak, painful, desperate.

She didn't know when the demons left. She hugged her sister's cold body, staring blankly, looking at her sister's hollow chest. She wanted to cry, but her tears had long since dried up, and her throat was hoarse and painful.

In a daze, a little friend from the same village pulled her into the house… …

No, I can't be like this. This is the test the sect has given me. I must become stronger, I must avenge my sister. Su Shan'er suddenly startled, and then woke up. She looked around and realized that she was still in the martial arts field. What was the scene just now? And what was the situation with the fellow disciples around her, some with calm faces, some with painful faces?

Seeming to feel someone watching her, Su Shan'er looked up and saw Huo Yuhao floating there in the void, and it seemed that he was still paying attention to her.

"Young Sect Master," Su Shan'er murmured softly. She remembered clearly that it was that beautiful sister and the Young Sect Master who helped her awaken her Martial Soul, letting her understand that she was not a useless person without a Martial Soul. It was precisely because of this that she saw the hope of revenge.

About half an hour later, Huo Yuhao withdrew the Disintegration Domain, and at this time, only fifteen people were still standing on the field. Among them, three had straight eyes, looking very dull, as if they were possessed by evil spirits.

The remaining people were slumped on the ground, their eyes filled with various negative emotions such as fear, sadness, and anger.

Huo Yuhao flew back to the original place and glanced at the previous elder. The elder understood and came to the martial arts field, asking people to help the disciples who were lying on the ground down, as well as the three disciples who were standing with dull eyes, who were also eliminated.

"Now, I will give you half an hour to recover your state. After half an hour, we will conduct the third stage, which is also the final assessment."

Upon hearing this, the disciples sat down one after another to recover, either restoring their Soul Power or closing their eyes to calm their emotions.