Douluo Continent, Huo Yuhao, the villain from a parallel world

The newcomer was dressed in black, thin, and looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, but the expression on his childish face was as cold as ice and snow in the dead of winter.

The moment Zhu Hao's gaze fell on the other person's face, his pupils suddenly contracted, then widened, and an undisguised look of joy flashed in his eyes.

"you"

He recognized the face at a glance.

Huo Yuhao, that woman's bastard son, who in the White Tiger Duke's mansion doesn't know him?

A while ago, this kid escaped from the mansion, and Zhu Hao led a search party for several days.

Finally, it was the Duchess of White Tiger who spoke up, saying that a piece of trash with only level one innate soul power wouldn't be able to cause any trouble even if he escaped, and only then did he stop the search.

I never expected to run into him here today; this kid even delivered himself to my doorstep.

Zhu Hao's face was practically beaming with joy.

He was already calculating in his mind: capturing this brat and handing him over to his wife would be another great achievement.

Perhaps if the lady is in a good mood, she might reward him with something.

He was having a wonderful idea.

Huo Yuhao did not give him even a moment's chance to realize this dream.

The instant Zhu Hao's eyes widened, a dark light suddenly shone in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

The light was deep and cold, like two chains shooting out from the abyss.

Zhu Hao felt an icy chill rushing in from all directions at the same time, as if countless invisible hands were gripping his limbs and bones at the same moment.

He wanted to move, but he couldn't.

His muscles looked as if they had been cast in molten iron, and he couldn't even lift a finger.

He wanted to speak, but his mouth seemed to be sewn shut, and he couldn't even open his lips.

He tried to circulate the soul power within his body, but the level 53 soul power was like solidified mud, struggling to move through his meridians. Every inch it advanced felt like crawling on a knife's edge.

Even more terrifying, he could feel his soul power draining away little by little.

It was as if an invisible venomous snake was crawling on his meridians, greedily sucking away his strength.

At the same time, an indescribable emptiness welled up from the depths of his mind, as if something was being slowly drawn away from his spirit by an invisible hand.

Fear surged wildly from the depths of Zhu Hao's heart like an icy tide, instantly drowning out all the joy and scheming he had just been harboring.

This soul skill is called Soul Shackles, and it was also granted by the soul ring of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm.

When used, it can release invisible chains of spiritual energy, restricting a person's physical movements and the flow of soul energy.

It also devours their soul power and spiritual power.

Zhu Hao stared intently at the boy in front of him, whose face was familiar but whose aura was completely different.

He desperately tried to unleash the soul power within him, desperately tried to release even the simplest attack, but he couldn't do anything.

"Stop struggling." Huo Yuhao looked at him calmly, his voice as if he were talking about something trivial. "Enjoy your last moments of lucidity."

Controlling a Soul King with Soul Shackles consumes a significant amount of mental energy.

The essence of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm residing in his spiritual sea was visibly fading away, so he did not intend to waste any time.

Huo Yuhao raised his right hand, and a jet-black light rapidly condensed in his palm, slowly emerging as a stream of jet-black energy.

The airflow wasn't strong, only about the thickness of a finger, and it slowly swirled and moved in the palm of the hand, like a small, living black snake.

The moment this gust of air appeared, everything around them began to go wrong.

The direction in which the leaves fell suddenly became erratic, the shadows of the trees twisted and swayed on the ground, and even the flow of air became chaotic.

After condensing this stream of energy, Huo Yuhao's face turned a little paler.

This current of energy is called the power of chaos.

He is not yet able to condense divine power, but with the essence of his divine soul, he can still refine power with chaotic attributes.

It is far less vast than the true power of chaos, but it possesses the same characteristic: destroying all order.

The power of chaos cannot be gathered by any external force; it can only be gathered by utilizing the fragments of chaotic laws contained within the essence of one's own soul.

Given his current state of recovery, doing this is indeed somewhat of a stretch.

The aura emanating from the chaotic power caused Zhu Hao's pupils to dilate to their maximum size.

It was a fear he had never felt before, a fear that rose from the depths of his soul, more despairing than death itself.

His eyes filled with intense pleading. If he could speak, he would have already knelt down and kowtowed for mercy.

Huo Yuhao ignored the pleading that was almost overflowing in his eyes.

He seized the opportunity and directly slapped the gathered chaotic power into Zhu Hao's brow.

Zhu Hao's mouth suddenly opened to its widest extent, as if he were letting out a silent scream.

His entire face was so distorted in that instant that it almost lost its human form.

Every vein bulged out from under his skin, and his whole body convulsed violently, like a fish thrown ashore.

Once the chaotic power entered his body, it acted like a mad venomous snake, recklessly destroying all orderly structures.

Blood, bones, and meridians were all completely destroyed in the face of the chaotic power.

Even his soul power and martial soul, which he had painstakingly cultivated for decades, began to disintegrate under the influence of the chaotic power.

However, under Huo Yuhao's precise control, Zhu Hao did not die on the spot.

His appearance showed no abnormalities; there wasn't even a single scar on his skin.

The chaos within him was maintained at an extremely delicate balance, disordered enough, but not fatal.

This deliberately maintained state of chaos is like a spring that is full of energy but is forcibly suppressed.

Once the balance is broken, the accumulated chaotic power will erupt with an energy intensity far exceeding Zhu Hao's own soul power level.

After maintaining this state, Huo Yuhao began the final step.

That is to hypnotize and control Zhu Hao, making Zhu Hao obey his orders so that his plan can be realized.

Other forces can be utilized in this process.

Given this premise, hypnotizing someone whose mental defenses have been completely shattered by the power of chaos is easier for Huo Yuhao than crushing an ant.

Chapter 27 The Duchess of White Tiger in a sorry state (Please continue reading!)

Huo Yuhao merely snapped his fingers lightly in front of Zhu Hao, and the eyes that were filled with pain and fear instantly lost all their luster.

Immediately, Zhu Hao's eyes lit up again, and he reverted to his usual arrogance and ruthlessness.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Huo Yuhao stared at the puppet before him, which he had completely controlled, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Alright, you can go back now."

"Yes," Zhu Hao replied, his voice no different from usual.

He turned and walked out of the woods, his steps steady, his back straight, without the slightest flaw.

The convoy remained quietly waiting on the official road.

When the soldier saw Zhu Hao emerge from the woods, he merely glanced at him before looking away.

Zhu Hao boarded the carriage expressionlessly. The curtain fell, and the convoy continued to slowly drive towards the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.

No one noticed anything unusual.

The instructions Huo Yuhao gave Zhu Hao were far more than simply telling him to go back obediently.

He also planted a hint deep in Zhu Hao's mind: as soon as he saw Duchess Baihu, he would immediately self-destruct.

At that time, the chaotic power that he had suppressed within his body would be completely released, turning Zhu Hao into a human bomb with power far exceeding that of a level 53 Soul King.

"Duchess of White Tiger," Huo Yuhao said with a faint smile as he watched the convoy drive away, "I hope you like this gift."

After saying that, he turned and walked in another direction, his black figure quickly disappearing into the depths of the woods.

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The convoy traveled along the official road for about a quarter of an hour, and the massive vermilion gate of the White Tiger Duke's mansion came into view in the distance.

The guards at the gate saw that it was Steward Zhu's convoy from afar and dared not be negligent in the slightest. They opened the side gate early to allow the convoy to drive into the mansion without any obstruction.

Zhu Hao jumped down from the carriage, still displaying his usual aloof and arrogant demeanor.

He directed his servants to unload the goods from the fifteen trucks one by one, sending the goods to the warehouse as they were to be sent, and distributing them to the various courtyards as they were to be distributed.

Everything was arranged perfectly, just like any other day.

Just as he finished handing over the tasks, a maidservant trotted up to Zhu Hao and bowed, saying, "Steward Zhu, Madam requests your presence."

Zhu Hao nodded expressionlessly, as if he had already anticipated this summons.

He straightened his clothes and walked deeper into the White Tiger Duke's mansion.

The Duchess of White Tiger's residence is located in a separate courtyard on the east side of the mansion.

This courtyard covers a vast area. The main building is a two-story pavilion with three bays, decorated with carved beams and painted rafters, and the pillars under the corridor are carved with intricate peony patterns.

A small pond was created in the courtyard, with exquisite Taihu stones piled up on the banks, and several weeping willows swaying gently in the breeze.

The grandeur of this courtyard alone surpasses that of the entire mansions of many nobles in Xingluo City.

Zhu Hao walked to the courtyard gate, then suddenly paused.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the maids and servants inside and outside the courtyard, his tone still commanding.

"Madam has important matters to discuss with me. All of you, please step back and do not approach without my permission."

Although the servants were somewhat puzzled, Zhu Hao was the lady's confidant and always had the final say in the mansion; no one dared to disobey him.

The maids and servants bowed and withdrew from the courtyard, dispersing at a distance.

Zhu Hao watched them walk away before turning around and stepping into the main house of Jinhua Garden.

The room was furnished with extreme luxury.