Douluo Continent: I, Huo Yuhao, am the Master of Spirit.

Chapter 518 Duchess of White Tiger: "Dai Yuhao! How dare you? That's your father!"

"Stop?"

"No, no, no, that won't do."

"They've stopped, so who's going to finish what I'm doing? You? Well, it's not impossible, but once I start doing this, it's hard to stop."

Huo Yuhao put his hands in his pockets, a smile playing on his lips, and with a flick of his finger, he used his mental power to move a chair behind him, much to the horrified gaze of the Duchess of White Tiger.

The flamboyant black trench coat stood out in the elegant aristocratic room filled with precious incense, like a speck of ink on a white canvas.

"As for whether the Star Luo Empire will let me go? No need for you to worry, Duchess. It's just an empire; they can barely protect themselves, so I don't care."

"It's that same 'survival lottery' question from before. Do you think Dai Cinan will survive today?"

Huo Yuhao casually picked up an exquisite piece of porcelain from the table beside him and played with it in his hand. The porcelain was decorated with a lifelike white tiger pattern made with extremely exquisite techniques.

This is a symbol of the Duchess of White Tiger's power; she is the only one in the entire White Tiger Duke's mansion who is qualified to use porcelain of this caliber.

The noble families of Douluo have many rules, all for the sake of maintaining a meaningless facade. Even though their strength is just so-so, they always act arrogant and self-important.

Unfortunately, it's difficult for a figure like Huang Chao to emerge in the fantasy world of Douluo Continent and carry out a great purge of these nobles and aristocratic families.

The muscles in Duchess White Tiger's face convulsed wildly with grief, her usually refined and noble face, always adorned with a gentle smile, now appearing somewhat distorted.

On the screen, Dai Huabin, who had transformed into a blue meteor, crashed into the giant white tiger phantom and was slapped away by the white tiger phantom.

He's just a Soul Emperor; even if he burns his soul power and spiritual power, he could never be a match for a Title Douluo.

The dull thud of flesh colliding reached Duchess White Tiger's ears clearly, while the crisp sound of bones cracking seemed deliberately amplified, bringing tears to her eyes.

Those were her son and her husband, the two people she loved most in the world, who had begun to fight each other right before her eyes.

As Dai Hao's bedmate, although Dai Hao rarely came back, she was still the woman who understood Dai Hao the most.

She knew perfectly well that Dai Hao was truly intent on killing her son!

She has already lost one son; she can't afford to lose another. If Dai Huabin also dies, who will take care of her in her old age? Is the title of Duke of White Tiger going to be given to Dai Luoli, the son of her concubine?!

The only reason they spared the lives of a mere concubine was because of Dai Luoli's martial spirit. A degraded white tiger is not qualified to inherit the title of duke at all!

However, if Dai Huabin dies, the only one qualified to inherit the title of Duke of Baihu will be Dai Luoli.

If Dai Luoli becomes the White Tiger Duke, will she still have a good life? Will the various rare and precious treasures delivered by the cities surrounding the White Tiger Duke's mansion still reach her hands?

The Duchess of White Tigers was somewhat self-aware; given her suppression of the concubines, it was impossible for Dai Luoli to treat her kindly.

"No, let them go! I can give you anything you want; the White Tiger Duke's mansion has plenty of resources and treasures!"

Because of fear and anger, her voice sounded distorted and hoarse. When Huo Yuhao looked at her like this, the smile on his face was like that of a devil from hell in her eyes.

"Foolish! If I kill you all, won't the treasure and resources here still be mine?"

"Hahaha, just kidding. I don't even care about the resources and treasures of your ducal manor. I'm not that destitute."

"So you really didn't recognize me? I think I'm somewhat famous on the Magic Network."

It seems that the high and mighty Duchess of White Tiger really didn't take those below her seriously back then, and didn't even think of me?

Or are you afraid to admit it?

"That makes sense. I ran away for so long back then and no pursuers or assassins attacked me. I guess you really didn't take me seriously."

Well, I should probably thank your arrogance; it gave me a glimmer of hope.

Of course, even if someone were to attack me, I wouldn't die.

Huo Yuhao crossed his legs and casually tossed the expensive porcelain in his hand aside, the crisp cracking sound particularly clear in the room.

Huo Yuhao drew a short dagger from a dark green scabbard, casually picked up an apple, and skillfully peeled off its skin.

The white flesh slowly turned yellow under the influence of oxygen. A small piece was cut off and put into the mouth of the Duchess of White Tiger.

The sweet juice was hotter than lava in her throat, as if it were burning her soul. The White Tiger Duke totem engraved on the dagger evoked the memories of the White Tiger Duchess.

The figure of the black-haired youth gradually overlapped with that of a thin, black-haired boy named Dai Yuhao, the child of a lowly maid.

That maid named Huo Yun'er was just a lucky one. She was taken advantage of by Dai Hao when he was drunk and happened to get pregnant.

That bastard Dai Hao even gave her a level 5 soul tool, which is a token representing the Duke of White Tiger. Where does he put me, the Duchess?

Fortunately, Douluo Continent is a world where dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and rats are destined to be rats.

The child born to that lowly maid only awakened the eye as his martial soul, with innate soul power of level one. Although it was his main martial soul, a main martial soul with only level one soul power was nothing more than a useless martial soul.

At her instigation, even the lowest-ranking servants began to target the mother and son, relentlessly eroding them with malice, letting silent oppression pierce their hearts, and using indifference and disease to make them disappear from this world.

The Duchess would not kill anyone herself, because that would be undignified; losing face for a maid was not worth it at all.

She didn't know when it started, but she never heard from the two of them again. She only heard from the servants that the maid was probably dead and the boy had disappeared.

She didn't care. A useless person with only level one innate soul power wouldn't be able to survive outside anyway, not to mention that his physical condition must be extremely poor after years of oppression.

And even if they survive, what level can they reach? With innate level one soul power, the most an ordinary person can achieve is a White Ring Great Soul Master. Do they really think everyone is like Yu Xiaogang, with a Title Douluo elder in their family?

It's no secret in Douluo Continent that the Body Sect protects its own. Even if someone is just a Body Soul Master with innate soul power level one, the Body Sect will not give up on them. But how can a penniless child contact the Body Sect located in the Heavenly Soul Empire?

There's been no news of him all these years, so he's probably dead on some street somewhere.

"So it was you?!"

"That despicable maid's son, that bastard who stole the White Tiger's bloodline, Dai Yuhao!!!"

"How dare you?! Dai Hao is still your father! You have the blood of the White Tiger in your veins!"

An angry and resentful voice came from the Duchess of White Tiger's lips.

Despite hunting geese all day long, I still got pecked in the eye by one. That inferior breed actually became a force to be reckoned with. We should have wiped them out back then!

Huo Yuhao had a "well" character appear on his forehead. To be fair, the Duchess of White Tiger was quite an authority when it came to dancing in minefields.

With just one sentence, she accurately hit Huo Yuhao's bottom line three times in a row. To put it bluntly, even a third of that sentence would have been enough to send her entire clan soaring.

"Heh, when it comes to courting death, I, Huo Yuhao, am willing to call you the strongest."

"Next time you speak, remember to think before you speak."

Huo Yuhao tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers. The scorching flames covered her entire body, and the temperature in the room soared instantly, as if she were in a steel furnace, with every inch of her flesh being roasted by a temperature far exceeding the extreme of fire.

"Aaaaaaah!!!!!"

"Beasts!!! Inferior species!!!"

Not only flesh and blood, but also spirit; the flames were also igniting her spiritual power, and every strand of her spirit and will was being tormented.

Her personality and her soul were dissected and forcibly placed in an incinerator to be burned; every breath was a painful torment.

Under normal circumstances, a mere Soul Saint would not even have a chance to reincarnate the moment the flames ignite, but how could Huo Yuhao let her die so easily?

A surge of vitality and pure spirit flowed into her body, forcibly maintaining her life and mental will from collapsing, allowing her to clearly feel this extreme pain at every moment.

She could clearly feel her internal organs regrowing flesh under the influence of life force, only to be burned to charcoal again, her blood boiling and turning into steam that swept over her entire body, but she just couldn't die, and even her will didn't go numb.

Huo Yuhao could keep this torment going until the end of the universe.

The Duchess's screams nearly shattered the roof, but none of the servants outside heard them. Huo Yuhao ate fruit, enjoying her agonizing wails.

This wail is more beautiful than any music in the world; this is just a small opening act, and there's much more to come.

If it were just about making her feel pain, Huo Yuhao could have done it years ago; there was no need to wait until now.

Watching her body intertwined between burning and regeneration, Huo Yuhao flicked his fingers, and the magic network's light screen switched, locking onto a blonde loli behind Dai Hao.

"Madam, do you think Dai Cinan and Dai Hao got into a fight? And who exactly is this blonde loli?"

"I'll give you one last chance. This is your third chance. There's no limit to how many chances there are. If you guess correctly within one minute, you'll still get a prize. If you guess wrong or don't guess at all, what do you think will happen?"

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