Douluo Continent, I, Huo Yuhao, defy fate with my spiritual eyes.

The Duchess stood frozen in place, seemingly calm, but inwardly she was panicking.

She couldn't understand why Huo Yuhao, a bastard who had fled in such a sorry state, could find such a powerful figure to support him.

She kept her head down, her eyes dark and unfocused.

Elder Xuan stood expressionless in the air, surveying the scene below, his voice booming like a bell.

"Today this child wants to take his mother's remains away. Who agrees? Who objects?"

The Duchess seemed resigned to her fate, as if all the bones in her body had been removed. Her exquisitely made-up face lost its vitality, and she waved for the servants to make way.

"Since you have said so, sir, we will certainly comply."

Seeing a group of people standing on both sides, revealing a road leading directly into the Duke's mansion, Huo Yuhao's heart pounded, and he roared inwardly.

Mother! I've come to take you away!

I want to take you out of this quagmire and show you what I have accomplished, even if it's just a skeleton. But I will not allow them to humiliate you!

Step by step, the steps were stiff and unsteady, but I still walked firmly onto the road surrounded by people.

Mother!

For Huo Yuhao, these are distant words, representing the warmth of a body on a cold night in his childhood and the embrace he received during his illness.

Even though Huo Yuhao possesses a spirit-type martial soul, the image of his mother in his mind is already blurred, not because Huo Yuhao can't remember.

Rather, it's that he doesn't dare.

He couldn't bear to face the fact that a reborn person couldn't even protect his own mother—how ridiculous!

His guilt was not shown on his face, but buried deep in his heart. As time went by, it not only did not fade, but fermented and became even stronger.

As they moved forward, Huo Yun'er's face, expression, and voice gradually emerged.

Tears welled up in Huo Yuhao's eyes, leaving a clear trail of water droplets on the ground.

As Huo Yuhao reached the door, his vision became blurry and his mind went blank.

Upon seeing this, the Duchess's eyes became even more unsettling and terrifying.

Just when everyone thought everything was settled and there would be no more surprises, an unexpected event occurred.

A dark cat paw shot out with lightning speed, its blades flashing with green light, viciously stabbing towards the dazed Huo Yuhao.

The Duchess's eyes were filled with venom, and her figure transformed into a black and blue streak as she resolutely lunged at Huo Yuhao.

That attack was unleashed by the Duchess with all her might; the distance was too short and the speed too fast, even Elder Xuan couldn't react in time.

The necklace around Huo Yuhao's neck glowed slightly, and spatial energy fluctuated.

A compass-like object at the Duchess's waist emitted a mysterious light, and the space stabilized once again.

"Die! Die!"

bass!

The sharp claws tore through Huo Yuhao's clothes and pierced into his flesh.

Although the blade pierced her flesh, the Duchess was startled. It was so hard and cold, as if she had pierced a block of unmelting ice.

Seven spirit rings rose from beneath the Duchess's feet, revealing her to be a Soul Saint-level expert!

She pounced on Huo Yuhao, her claws still trying to deliver the final blow, but Elder Xuan had already reacted. With a wave of his hand, the Duchess was pinned to the ground, unable to make a single move.

The guards and maids who had been surrounding them all scattered and fled, simply because a figure with a fierce aura barged in.

Elder Xuan was so angry that he activated his full martial spirit. His back arched suddenly, his muscles swelled, and his size increased by at least twice. Spiral horns grew from both sides of his head, and his hair turned completely brownish-yellow, falling freely over his shoulders.

Behind him was a phantom, a monster that was over thirty meters long, with the body of a sheep, eyes under its armpits, tiger teeth and human claws, and huge bull horns on its head.

"How dare you! Huh?! You think I wouldn't dare kill you?"

His tone was full of disbelief. Old Master Xuan stared intently at the Duchess, his eyes blazing with fury, as if he wanted to tear her to pieces.

Elder Xuan approached and examined Huo Yuhao's wound on his waist and abdomen closely. The strange bluish-black blood was clearly caused by an infection from an extremely yin and poisonous toxin.

The Duchess fell to the ground and saw Huo Yuhao's wounds. She then threw her head back and let out a long, triumphant howl.

"Hahahaha, he's dead! What right does a bastard have? Just like his lowly mother, what right does he have to attract the Duke's attention! Why should such lowly blood receive this kind of treatment? He should be struggling in the mud!"

Elder Xuan punched her hard, grabbed her neck, and forced her to calm down.

After a few violent coughs, half of the Duchess's face was swollen to the size of half her head, and her face was no longer recognizable.

However, her eyes remained wildly arrogant, and she laughed in a hoarse voice.

"Cough cough... A bastard should accept his fate and not fight for what doesn't belong to him!"

Old Master Xuan, unwilling to listen to the Duchess's nonsense, punched her again and questioned her.

"What nonsense are you spouting? What did you do to Yuhao?"

Now the Duchess's face was symmetrical again, her head looked like it had swollen three times its normal size. Looking at the fury in Elder Xuan's eyes, a sense of life and death crisis arose within her.

She was somewhat afraid and involuntarily began to explain.

"He's doomed. I used all my soul skills in that attack, reaching peak speed and strength, and also inflicting the Netherworld Blood Poison. He's just a second-ring kid; he's doomed!"

Netherworld Blood Poison?!

This comes from the Netherworld Blood Tiger, a type of soul beast, and only a ten-thousand-year-old Netherworld Blood Tiger can provide the Netherworld Blood Poison soul skill.

Once this toxin enters the body, even a titled Douluo will perish.

Upon learning the type of toxin, Elder Xuan became even more worried about Huo Yuhao. He shoved aside the Duchess and rushed to Huo Yuhao in a panic.

"Yuhao? Yuhao? How are you?"

As he spoke, Elder Xuan carefully channeled his vast, river-like soul power into Huo Yuhao's body, attempting to detoxify him.

But as soon as the soul power was injected, Elder Xuan was stunned. No matter how much soul power was poured in, it was frozen by a chill.

What is this thing? How can it freeze my soul power?

You must know that Elder Xuan was a level 98 Super Douluo, and the quality of his soul power was among the best in the world. Yet today he suffered a loss inside a second-ring soul master.

Elder Xuan was sweating profusely with anxiety, and could only increase his soul power output again, trying to break through all laws with sheer force.

In other words, Elder Xuan was hurriedly kicked out by Mu En without knowing anything.

If Elder Xuan knew that Huo Yuhao's second martial soul was the ultimate ice, he wouldn't be so flustered at this moment.

While extreme ice does not have an antidote effect, all toxins will be deactivated at extremely low temperatures.

In other words, the Duchess's desperate grab, aside from causing some superficial injuries to Huo Yuhao, lost its effect once the toxin entered his bloodstream.

Seeing that no amount of soul power had any effect, Elder Xuan stood up, grabbed the Duchess again, and slashed down fiercely with his hand, which transformed into a blade.

As the Duchess watched in horror, the hand slashed down, tearing her fair and delicate arm apart.

"What are you doing? No...no! Ah!! Ahhhhhh!!!"

A large amount of blood was sprayed all over the ground, and a little blood landed on Elder Xuan's face. Coupled with his fierce face after activating his martial soul, he looked like a wild beast no matter how you looked at him.

He fixed his gaze on the Duchess and coldly uttered two words.

"Antidote!"