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

Chapter 520 Huo Yuhao's Revenge, the End of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion

Looking at Huo Yuhao, who was standing in front of her with his arms outstretched and a smile on his face, the Duchess of Baihu suddenly felt a deep, chilling coldness that penetrated her very soul, even in the sweltering summer heat.

The demon before her was serious! Having been in a position of power for so long, she could tell the difference between a joke and the truth. Without a doubt, Huo Yuhao truly intended to torture them until the end of time.

"No—no, you—you can't do this!"

"We share the same blood; we are brothers of the same blood. You cannot kill your own siblings!"

The Duchess of Baihu felt cold in her hands and feet and was somewhat incoherent, trying to evoke Huo Yuhao's sympathy and tenderness through their blood ties.

Huo Yuhao is indeed not heartless; he may change his plans due to certain moral issues. However, he would never show compassion and mercy to the White Tiger lineage.

"Oh, my darling, what are you talking about?"

"You can't always remember that we share the same bloodline when you're about to suffer."

No, you're from the Xu family, you have absolutely no blood relation to me.

You can secretly be thankful that I didn't target the Xu family.

"Back then, you were so arrogant and unruly, looking down on the concubines and servants of the White Tiger Duke's mansion."

My mom and I have suffered a lot. Can you recover? I still prefer how you looked back then.

"I remember there used to be a concubine who often helped us, but later it seems that you warned her not to help us, right?"

I remember very clearly that extremely cold winter; the snow was exceptionally heavy, the heaviest snowfall in nearly ten years.

Everyone says that a timely snowfall promises a bumper harvest, but for poor families, it is the most difficult time.

Your servants stole all our cotton-padded clothes and threw them into the icy river. My mother and I relied on the little firewood we had left to keep warm.

That was a truly unforgettable experience; even the extreme cold of the far north couldn't compare to that winter in my memory.

"If it weren't for that concubine secretly sending me a few pieces of clothing, I probably would have died then too."

"So why didn't you say we were compatriots and that we shared the same blood during that cold winter?"

Now we face endless torment, yet it stirs up the blood flowing in our veins.

"My dear Duchess of the White Tiger, isn't this a bit of a double standard?"

Huo Yuhao sat down again in the chair opposite Duchess Baihu, his dark eyes fixed on her face.

In Xi Lian and the others' memories, those eyes always held a smile and gentleness, but now they concealed a deep, icy chill, not murderous intent, but a hatred deeper than that.

Compared to the Duchess of the White Tiger, Tang San seemed insignificant. Huo Yuhao didn't really harbor much hatred towards Tang San; the two could be said to have no enmity whatsoever.

At least in this timeline, Huo Yuhao and Tang San did not have a direct source of hatred; they simply had different stances.

Huo Yuhao's attitude towards Tang San was more about using him and squeezing out the last bit of value from him. Once Tang San was no longer useful, Huo Yuhao would make him die a quick death.

It's a real shame that Duchess White Tiger, who was second on her must-eat list, died.

As the saying goes, when one attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. Huo Yuhao is destined to become the master of the spirit, or rather, the "God" of the Douluo Universe.

As for the White Tiger lineage, which is closer to him by blood, Huo Yuhao will also let them live until the end of time and the end of the universe, but they will live through endless torment until the end.

"I've always been curious, why are you targeting my son and me like this?"

"I am indeed Dai Hao's child, but that doesn't seem to threaten your position, does it?"

"My martial soul is my eyes, which means I'm destined not to inherit the White Tiger Duke title. Theoretically, there shouldn't be any conflict between us, so I'm curious, why are you targeting us?"

"Dai Hao's Babar has so many concubines, why don't you target them, but instead target a maid and a child without the White Tiger Martial Soul? What are you after?"

"Tell me your reasons, and maybe I'll be in a good mood and shorten your torment a little."

An invisible spiritual force pressured the Duchess of White Tiger, forcing her to speak. No one could lie in front of Huo Yuhao.

The Duchess of White Tiger was surprisingly calm at this moment, because she realized that her family could not escape, and that this inferior creature would definitely not let them go.

She sneered and said, "Ha, why? Because you deserve to die!"

"You have defiled the bloodline of the nobility, or even the bloodline of the dukes. In the continental nobility, the hierarchy of bloodlines is strictly defined."

Those concubines, no matter what, were all formally married and carried into the White Tiger Duke's mansion in a grand and spectacular manner under the spotlight. Their families provided them with ample dowries, which consisted of considerable resources and treasures.

And their families will all become part of the White Tiger Duke's power network, thus strengthening the White Tiger lineage.

"But what about you? You're just a maid who was taken advantage of while drunk, and you actually gave birth to such a bastard child as you. This is blasphemy!"

That bastard Dai Hao even gave her the White Tiger Duke's token! He really is just a boorish man who only knows how to fight, and doesn't understand a thing about human relationships!

And your martial soul! Innate level one soul power, haha, utterly laughable! Indeed, like begets like, and a rat's child will always be a rat!

Even the bloodline of the White Tiger cannot awaken a high-level martial soul and soul power for you, you despicable one!

"If others knew that Dai Hao had slept with a maid and had a son with her, and that the maid was even given a token of the White Tiger Duke, how could he and I hold our heads high in the imperial aristocratic circles?"

"It is not uncommon for nobles to have relations with maids."

Maids are servants to put it nicely, but slaves to put it bluntly. Even if they give birth to children, they are at best future family stewards.

But does your mother, that slave, even deserve to sit at the table and eat?

The Duchess of White Tiger's hysterical voice sounded incredibly sharp in the room, and Huo Yuhao finally understood why she was targeting him and his mother so specifically.

Although the other concubines were also targeted, it wasn't as blatant, and they maintained a peaceful facade.

However, for Huo Yun'er, a mere maid, she possessed the White Tiger Duke's token and Dai Hao's offspring. The offspring was not important; what mattered was the token and Dai Hao's attitude.

Dai Hao actually wanted a maid to sit at the table for dinner, which was extremely undignified for a nobleman. The Duchess of Baihu felt this was a great offense and a desecration, which is why she targeted Huo Yun'er and her son.

"Don't make your jealousy sound so high-sounding. Nobles? Your so-called dignity is nothing but a clown mask worn by a group of weaklings trying to pretend to be strong."

In this new era, they will leave none behind.

"Come on, enter my wonderful space, it's time to enjoy a massage."

The blazing flames reignited on the Duchess of White Tiger's body, igniting both her flesh and spirit. Huo Yuhao, with his kind heart, amplified her senses, allowing her to clearly feel every trace of pain.

Her vitality and spiritual strength would ensure she would never become numb to pain. An invisible spatial distortion appeared around the body of the White Tiger Duchess, who was howling in pain, and slowly swallowed her into it.

That was the Divine Might Space, which Huo Yuhao hadn't used for a long time, and now he was leaving it to the Duchess of the White Tiger as a cage.

To prevent her from getting bored, Huo Yuhao thoughtfully hung a light screen in front of the Duchess of White Tiger's eyes.

The screen showed the scene of Dai Hao and Dai Huabin fighting, and the ultimate humiliation of the two of them would continue to be broadcast live in the future.

After the Duchess of White Tiger disappeared, Huo Yuhao slowly stepped out of the main room, a gentle breeze caressing his face.

The last time I felt the breeze here was many years ago. The golden glazed tiles were bathed in a dim yellow light under the sun, and the light flowed onto the ground to form an illusory watery glow.

As Huo Yuhao stepped into it, the shimmering water surface climbed onto his body, draping him in a shimmering cloak.

Following his childhood memories, Huo Yuhao headed towards the location of the side room. Servants occasionally passed by, but they couldn't see him at all.

Some of the servants collapsed as they passed by Huo Yuhao, dying without a sound, and countless screams immediately rang out around them.

Screams and birdsong intertwined, weaving a symphony called revenge.

Those servants who fell were all people who had bullied Huo Yun'er. Even if they had bullied Huo Yuhao himself, he only punished them severely, not by taking their lives.

His steps were like those of death itself. He never once looked at the servants, and cries surrounded him, becoming part of his footprints.

He soon stopped at a side room, the one where Dai Luoli's mother lived, which was the side room that often helped them.

"Xiao Cui, what happened outside? Has something happened?"

A slightly panicked voice rang out from inside the room. The maid named Xiao Cui cautiously opened the door and saw the chaotic scene outside.

Just as I was about to close the door, a hand slipped through the crack and prevented it from closing.

"Who are you?!"

Xiao Cui hurriedly retreated and summoned the magic network screen beside her, preparing to call the guards of the White Tiger Duke's mansion.

"Aunt Li, it's me, Huo Yuhao. Long time no see."

Huo Yuhao's figure emerged from the sunlight, his tall figure casting a long shadow in the side room.

A woman dressed in gorgeous clothes and with an elegant hairstyle quietly peeked out from the innermost room. Time had not left many marks on her face, and she was not much different from Huo Yuhao's memory.

Aunt Li stared at Huo Yuhao for a while before daring to recognize him. She walked over in small steps, stood in front of Huo Yuhao, and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

He raised his hand and touched Huo Yuhao's face, saying softly, "It's good that you're alive."

"They all said you and your son were dead, but I never believed it. It's good that you're still alive."

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