The scene of a white tiger tens of meters tall colliding with a human less than two meters tall took an unexpected turn at this moment.
The scene of humans being torn apart as expected did not occur. Instead, the white tiger was entangled by countless transparent and colorless energies, which continuously dissipated the immense force on its body like mud and water. At the same time, strange emotions emanated from Huo Yuhao, affecting the two who were releasing their martial souls and merging their minds.
Their exchanges were brief, consisting of only a few moves; yet their battles were also long, representing a fundamental clash of minds and wills.
Their commotion was minimal, confined to the street in front of the White Tiger Duke's mansion; their confrontation was lengthy, and the emotional turmoil spread throughout the entire ancient city.
Why am I crying?
Tears slowly streamed down his face. His connection with his wife was interrupted by this emotional turmoil. With each palm strike from Huo Yuhao becoming more terrifying than the last, the Netherworld White Tiger was completely frozen with a roar before exploding.
Despite his responsibility as a husband, Dai Hao endured all the harm at the last moment, falling from the sky while being supported by his wife, covered in blood.
Huo Yuhao looked coldly at his nominal father, and finally turned and left.
"I have given you both the opportunity and the way out. From now on, we will have no connection whatsoever. My surname is Huo, the Huo of Huo Yun'er. I am Huo Yuhao! And I will always be Huo Yuhao!"
A blue streak of light shot into the sky and vanished instantly from the Star Luo Imperial City. The four soul spirits that emerged from Huo Yuhao's body and each blocked a Title Douluo also transformed into streaks of light and gave chase.
Gazing at the departing youth, Dai Hao felt a mix of emotions, and he even vaguely thought of the woman who had grown up with him and had always been his head maid.
Where is her grave?
Looking at the palm print that was only an inch away from his heart, Dai Hao, who knew that Huo Yuhao really didn't need a second move to kill him, suddenly wanted to see that figure that he might have long forgotten.
Looking at her husband, who was seriously injured while shielding her from harm, and hearing that he now wanted to see that woman, for some reason, the Duchess of Baihu suddenly remembered Huo Yuhao's previous words.
"Who told you to end up with such a man?"
With a sigh, Duchess Baihu helped her husband walk over to their two sons. After confirming that neither of them was in mortal danger and that a healing-type Soul Master was already treating them, she helped Dai Hao fly out of the city.
On a hill that could be described as a mass grave, we came across a very fresh grave.
"So, this is where she was buried? Well, it's alright now...it's alright now!"
With a soft sigh, Dai Hao, suddenly feeling extremely tired, slowly closed his eyes.
He was so tired today, really tired!
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"The Ice Demon? A Soul Saint at 22, not bad..."
Haotian Sect, the Trial Grounds.
Standing silently in the void, watching Tang Wutong below, who was wielding the Clear Sky Hammer and effortlessly surviving the attacks of numerous ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts, and who had already become a Soul Douluo.
Da Ming, holding Huo Yuhao's latest information, had a slight darkening in his eyes.
"Brother, do you think that kid saw something back then? Something that even we couldn't see clearly?"
"Brother, what did you say? Do you want me to go teach that brat who dared to abandon Wu Tong a lesson?"
Erming's naive question made Daming close his eyes in despair, sigh deeply, and decide to stop talking.
After all, that scene was truly etched into his mind. The sorrow and regret he felt as a teenager at that time were not something that could be easily triggered.
In those eyes that seemed to hold forbidden secrets, the Azure Bull Python saw a flame, a flame that, after the last hope had been extinguished, was about to consume everything.
"Wu Tong, Xiao Dong'er, what exactly happened back then? Why didn't your father protect you?"
Silently asking itself this question that had troubled it for years, the Azure Bull Python, perhaps already having figured out the correct answer, stubbornly avoided all the correct options.
Because he wasn't sure what role Tang San played in this matter if his guess was correct.
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Under the Golden Tree, which was inherited from the Spirit Hall, Elder Mu of Shrek Academy had repaired some of his hidden injuries and extended his life by more than ten years ago with the help of the Life Ivy essence sent back by Huo Yuhao. At this moment, he was looking at the information collected by Shrek Academy with some satisfaction.
Especially after seeing Huo Yuhao, with his Soul Saint status, crush the Netherworld White Tiger, which could threaten ordinary Limit Douluo, a kind and benevolent smile appeared on his lips.
At that moment, a small blue-haired head suddenly peeked over from the side, glanced at the information in Mu En's hand, and lingered on Huo Yuhao's photo for a long time before asking with a hint of anticipation.
"Grandpa, how long until Huo Yuhao comes back?"
The tuft of hair on her head swayed back and forth, adding a touch of naivety and cuteness to the girl's obviously heroic face. It also brought great comfort to Mu En, who had been waiting for years to hold his grandson, but Bei Bei and Tang Ya had not yet conceived.
If only this girl didn't have Wang Dong'er's face, and wasn't a sacrifice chosen by the gods, then what if she were that so-called imperial auspicious beast?
With Moon on her own, who on the entire continent could possibly harm her before she dies?
"Qiu'er, don't worry, Huo Yuhao should be back in a few years. After all, he has to come and see me one last time before this old man dies."
"Grandpa, don't talk nonsense. You've clearly already broken through to the god level, clearly..."
"Alright, alright. Although I don't have many years left to live, I've had enough time to watch you grow up. By the way, although your golden dragon is primarily based on strength, it also possesses the ultimate light and the most fundamental ultimate destruction."
"Although I can't guide you in terms of strength and destruction, this ultimate light is my specialty, the Holy Dragon of Light. Don't just stick your golden dragon spear around all day. Learn something else and improve your combat power."
"If you keep relying on the Golden Dragon Spear, what will you do if it's no longer in your hands one day?"
"Hey! Don't rub my head anymore, I'm going to practice!"
After listening to Mu En's rambling, Wang Qiu'er, who had always been treated as a mascot and a cultivation cheat in the Star Dou Great Forest, and whose ferocious beasts had never treated her as a normal cub, felt very close to Mu En, who was now in his twilight years and devoted more of his attention to teaching the younger generation.
It was as if he had found something in this aging old man that he had always longed for but never obtained in the Star Dou Great Forest.
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