"Under such high temperatures, my soul cannon won't last long before it melts."

His ability is to control metal, but under such terrifying high temperatures that can easily melt metal, his ability is useless.

The martial souls of both brothers and sisters were restrained by the Sun Wuhun. If the Sun and Moon team met the Mingdu team, it was hard to say who would win. Fortunately, they were not divided into a group.

Xiao Hongchen quickly restored his confident smile.

"But Princess Tianzhen takes a long time to prepare for releasing her soul skills. I can definitely defeat her before she takes action."

But his smile didn't last long, and soon he showed a sad look again.

Only then did Meng Hongchen notice that something was wrong with his expression and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Hongchen muttered: "It's nothing, I just feel a stabbing pain in my back for some reason today."

…

Green hotel.

Tonight is the second round of the Xishui League Division.

All the participants have no names, and some only have a number. No one will show their real name in this kind of underground power competition.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao was quietly waiting for the start of the game in the VIP room prepared for the players.

"Lord Holy Son, this is your number." Beside him, two disciples of Underworld Thunder Douluo respectfully handed over a number plate.

Their numbers are ninety-six and ninety-eight respectively.

Huo Yuhao said nothing and took the number plate casually. The two of them did not dare to ask any more questions.

"Ninety-nine."

He glanced at the numbers on the number plate, didn't put them away after reading them, and just kept watching.

"You are so fascinated, what are you thinking about?" Ice Emperor asked, "Ninety-nine, ninety-nine, Jiujiu, are you thinking about Princess Jiujiu?"

Huo Yuhao admitted frankly: "I did think of her."

He was silent for a while and said: "My power of destiny seems to have become more active recently, and some weird thoughts have been popping up in my mind."

Ice Emperor raised his eyebrows: "The power of destiny? You seem to have not mentioned this power for a long time."

Tian Meng, who was lying on the snow and squirming, said weakly: "Is that power really useful? Why do I feel that it is no different from just imagining it?"

"Just think of it as my sixth sense." Huo Yuhao said lightly, "There is always a feeling that I will encounter a series of very complicated and uncontrollable things soon, and this feeling is getting stronger and stronger."

Electrolux said: "Child, are you sure you only felt this way recently?"

"Sure."

Electrolux thought for a while and asked: "Do you still remember how your power of destiny came from?"

"Remember."

Huo Yuhao suddenly paused.

He carefully recalled the situation at that time, and seemed to have thought of some very important details.

Unconsciously, his brows wrinkled.

"Do you believe in this so-called fate?" Snow Emperor's cold voice sounded slowly, "Do you even have the heart to resist fate?"

"Obviously, Snow Emperor, you have not thought about the logic behind your destiny."

Huo Yuhao smiled.

"You said you wanted to resist fate."

"Exactly."

"Then fate has predicted that you will resist it. Will you abide by it or resist it?"

Snow Emperor stopped answering.

Huo Yuhao did not continue the topic and turned his attention to the entrance of the VIP room. A tall and powerful young man walked into the room.

He is exactly He Caitou in disguise.

He Caitou sat down not far from Huo Yuhao. The number on his number plate was eighty-eight.
Chapter completed!