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

Chapter 527 Dai Mubai: "A death curse? Let me see what's going on... Holy crap, something's not right!"

Dai Hao could clearly see the fear on the faces of the soldiers around him; they were all terrified.

The soldiers all kept their eyes tightly shut, not daring to look even once at the White Tiger Duke's mansion, for fear of being tainted by the curse.

It should be noted that even Soul Masters cannot escape the death curse; those Soul Masters who ignored the first warning and tried to protect the maids and guards did not survive.

An entire Soul Master squad choked to death on their own saliva, and a small team suffocated themselves in their sleep due to respiratory arrest.

The fact that these soldiers didn't run away after witnessing such an outrageous death proves that they are the elite of the Star Luo Empire.

"Your Grace!! Save me!!"

A maid rushed to Dai Hao's side as if she had seen a savior, her delicate face contorted with fear.

The officer accompanying Dai Hao was shocked and was about to fire his soul-guided ray gun at the maid when Dai Hao stopped him.

"What are you doing?!"

The officer immediately explained, "Marshal! We cannot have any intention of protecting them; we will die!"

Dai Hao frowned, looking at the familiar face of the maid in front of him. He was somewhat skeptical. After all, he was a Title Douluo. How could the curse still work on him?

"Get up first."

He immediately tried to help the maid up, but suddenly a crow cawed in the sky, and the crow accidentally dropped a pebble.

The pebble accelerated in a way that defied the laws of physics, evaded mental detection, and pierced Dai Hao's palm.

Blood gushed out and splattered on Dai Hao's face, the intense pain causing him to widen his eyes.

The officer standing nearby was secretly shocked; this curse was truly terrifying! Without hesitation, he kicked the maidservant aside and immediately began bandaging Dai Hao's wounds.

"Marshal! Are you alright?!"

Dai Hao touched the blood on his face, picked up the pebble that had pierced his palm, and examined it carefully. He scanned it with his mental energy again and again, but no matter how he tested it, it was just an ordinary pebble.

"That's impossible!"

How could a small stone possibly pierce his palm?! Is he a fake Title Douluo?! Soul Master studies no longer exist!

"Come with me to the ancestral hall."

Dai Hao realized the seriousness of the matter; this was something no ordinary person could accomplish!

The officer glanced into the depths of the Duke's mansion, his legs trembling involuntarily. He would rather search the Emperor's basket than go inside.

However, due to his superior's orders, he reluctantly obeyed.

Dai Hao strode towards the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion was extremely luxurious, almost at the level of an emperor. Military officers were not qualified to enter and could only wait outside.

Dai Hao entered and used his mental power to sweep away the dust. He looked at the wooden plaques on the offering table at the back of the ancestral hall, knelt down, and performed a grand salute.

Finally, look at the white tiger statue at the top of the offering table. This statue represents the God of War, who is also Dai Mubai's ancestor.

Dai Hao began to offer sacrifices to the God of War according to the ancient rituals passed down for thousands of years, praying for the God of War's mercy.

This etiquette was left behind by the God of War before his ascension, and it is said to allow one to contact him.

However, for thousands of years, they have never received a response from the God of War during any of their sacrifices, just like the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"Ancestor! The invincible god of all armies, the supreme protector of the army, the great god of war! Your descendants are incompetent, causing the White Tiger lineage to suffer such a great humiliation and be cursed by an unknown curse."

"This curse ignores strength and indiscriminately annihilates everyone. As the current patriarch of the White Tiger lineage, I am powerless to stop it!"

"We are incompetent! We cannot break the curse. We beg our ancestors to help us!"

Unlike the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, the White Tiger lineage's offering ceremony was not flawed. If observed through the dream space or with divine sense, one could indeed see an invisible spiritual force connecting the statue to the divine realm.

This is a one-way communication channel. Unlike the Butterfly God who always answers questions, the god in this channel only replies and whether or not he responds depends entirely on the other party's mood.

It's normal that the White Tiger lineage hasn't received a response, because strictly speaking, they are not Dai Mubai's direct descendants, but rather descendants of Davis.

Dai Mubai, who was in the realm of gods, did indeed receive a message from Dai Hao.

The God of War, who was tenderly cuddling with the God of Speed, slowly opened his eyes. "A curse?"

"Is it still a curse targeting the White Tiger lineage?"

Zhu Zhuqing, who was reading the Divine Realm Daily, asked, "What's wrong? Haven't you been ignoring the prayers from the lower realms?"

Could something have happened to them?

Dai Mubai nodded and said, "Yes, someone in the lower realm has made a move against the White Tiger lineage. These unworthy descendants who can't even protect their own foundation have no choice but to ask me for help."

Zhu Zhuqing put down the newspaper in her hand, frowned, and said, "You want to interfere?"

Dai Mubai laughed and said, "I don't care how the White Tiger lineage in the lower realm is doing. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings."

However, I need to manage the issue of the continuation of the White Tiger lineage. I couldn't interfere when the mistress was still around.

Right now, if we're just helping the descendants of Douluo Continent, the God Realm won't say anything.

Zhu Zhuqing felt inexplicably flustered, not knowing why.

"I have a feeling something's not right. By the way, is everything alright at Qiankun Wenqing Valley? Can you still take back your divine power?"

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"We can't take it back. The five of us still have the power of the God of Destruction. Back then, it was completely dominated by Xiao San. No one knows the true situation of Qiankun Wenqing Valley except for him."

"But don't worry, the mistress is gone, and the Qiankun Asking Love Valley can't be activated. There will be plenty of time to deal with it later."

Dai Mubai's divine sense traveled along the connection to the ancestral hall of the White Tiger Duke's mansion.

An invisible divine power enveloped the entire Duke's mansion, forcibly halting everyone's movements, preparing to use the divine status to wash away the curse.

Theoretically speaking, a curse from the lower realm will immediately dissipate upon encountering a divine position in the divine realm, and even the entity that cast the curse will instantly perish.

However, Huo Yuhao never cursed the White Tiger Duke's Mansion; he merely used [fantasy] to distort fate.

Whether human or god, anyone who attempts to interfere with destiny without transcending to a higher dimension will pay a price.

Dai Mubai was merely a second-level god, so naturally he could not escape the gaze of fate.

Dai Mubai from the God Realm frowned. He didn't sense any curse on the White Tiger Duke's Mansion in the lower realm, but deaths were still occurring frequently.

Just as he was lost in thought, the chandelier above his head began to sway slowly as if someone was pushing it, then suddenly flashed and fell without warning, its sharp tip pointing at his head.

Under normal circumstances, let alone gods, even a mortal with some supernatural power would not be killed by being smashed, but Zhu Zhuqing, with her keen senses, felt something was wrong.

The God of Speed ​​pulled Dai Mubai away at lightning speed, trying to dodge to the outside, but his legs suddenly went weak and his hand loosened, and Dai Mubai did not completely dodge.

To her disbelief, the crystal tip of the chandelier pierced the abdomen of Dai Mubai, a second-level god, and golden blood dripped onto the carpet, embroidering golden flowers onto the red carpet.

Dai Mubai's face was filled with shock at this moment, and his hand instinctively gripped his abdomen, the pain feeling so real.

Having ascended to the God Realm for over twenty years, this was the first time he had suffered such a severe injury.

"This is impossible!!"

"Just a mere crystal?! How could my divine body be pierced through!?"

Zhu Zhuqing used her divine sense to examine her legs. She was the God of Speed, a level two god, a genuine divine body. How could she possibly experience leg cramps?

Although the God of War is only a second-level god, he is a god who specializes in combat and has a very strong body, ranking among the top five second-level gods.

Although the crystal chandelier's material had been nurtured by the spirits of immortals for many years, it was absolutely impossible for it to break through the God of War's divine body defenses simply from a fall.

It wasn't over yet. The falling chandelier caused the ceiling to loosen, and countless fragments of stone fell. Under the influence of an invisible force, their hardness and falling speed were highly illogical, and countless bloodstains erupted all over Dai Mubai's body.

Zhu Zhuqing immediately realized that the so-called curse of the lower realm was not so simple, and that they had also fallen victim to it!

Even gods can be affected; this scene caused her brain to malfunction.

Fortunately, she wasn't stupid. She regained her composure and immediately moved away from Dai Mubai, transforming into a black shadow and speeding away to call for reinforcements.

"Something's not right!"

"I'm going to the Divine Realm Committee."