Huo Yuhao: Teacher, You Didn't Kill Fast Enough, or Ruthlessly Enough!

White World, Ming Dou Mountain Range.

Amid the Star Luo Empire's vast army, Huo Yuhao walked forward with the Asura Demon Sword in hand, treading upon a river of blood.

With every step he took, a circle of crimson ripples spread across the river beneath his feet.

"Stop him! Protect the duke!"

The White Tiger Duke's Mansion's personal guards charged at him, brandishing their weapons.

Some were veteran soldiers who had followed Dai Hao for decades; others were members of his family whom he had watched grow up.

But Huo Yuhao merely gave the blood-dripping Asura Demon Sword a casual swing.

A bloody sword beam swept out, cutting the dozen or so guards at the front clean in half at the waist, armor and all.

Before a Super Divine Artifact, their ordinary weapons and armor were as fragile as a joke!

Severed limbs flew through the air, and blood fell like rain.

Huo Yuhao emerged from the rain of blood without a single drop staining his dark black dragon robe.

All the blood had been absorbed by the newly added soul tool formations on his Battle Armor, then used to raise the Battle Armor's own level.

Behind Huo Yuhao, nothing living remained among the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Beneath the central army's great banner, White Tiger Duke Dai Hao gripped the soul tool saber at his waist.

The hand of this iron-blooded marshal of the Star Luo Empire was trembling around his saber.

"Huo Yuhao!"

"I have no grudge against you, so why must you slaughter us all?!"

Dai Hao let out a furious roar, and an utterly desperate, fierce presence erupted from him.

He was, after all, a military commander who had fought a hundred battles. Even knowing he was outmatched, he would never sit and wait for death.

Soul tool saber in hand, Dai Hao became a streak of white light and charged fiercely at Huo Yuhao.

The White Tiger Martial Soul's killing intent gathered, and a tiger's roar accompanied his downward slash.

But in the next instant.

"Clang!"

The sword rang like a dragon's cry as Huo Yuhao casually swung the Asura Demon Sword.

The bloody sword beam collided with the white saber Qi, producing a piercing clash of metal.

Immediately afterward, the soul tool saber in Dai Hao's hand snapped with a sharp crack.

Dai Hao himself flew backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing hard into the flagpole of the central army's great banner.

"Crack!"

The flagpole, as thick as the mouth of a bowl, snapped, and the commander's banner bearing the enormous character "Dai" came crashing down over him.

And at the same time.

Bloody light suddenly blazed in Huo Yuhao's Eyes of Asura.

A ripple of bloody spiritual force abruptly spread out from him.

All the personal guards around Dai Hao who were responsible for protecting him and were closest to him had their heads blown apart.

The headless bodies fell in rows like wheat being harvested.

In the blink of an eye, not a single living person remained within a hundred meters of the central army's great banner, apart from Dai Hao.

Dai Hao struggled out from under the commander's banner.

He looked at the mountains of corpses and seas of blood before him and listened to the endless wails rising from the battlefield. His mind was already on the verge of collapse.

"Huo Yuhao!!!"

Dai Hao roared up at the sky, his voice full of desolation.

"You treat lives like grass, slaughtering people by the thousands!"

"What grudge do the hundreds of thousands on this battlefield have against you?"

"Is there not even a shred of kindness left in your heart?"

Hearing this, Huo Yuhao gave a cold laugh.

The bloody Asura Demon Sword rose slowly, its tip aimed straight at Dai Hao's throat.

"The sun and moon in my hand, I pluck the stars; in all the world, there is none like me..."

"Although the man who said those words has left me, I haven't forgotten what he once did!"

Huo Yuhao's voice was calm, but it sent a bone-deep chill through Dai Hao.

"In the name of the Scourge of the Undead, the Holy Necromancer!"

"My teacher, Electrolux, once destroyed fully half a continent by himself!"

"But Teacher, you didn't kill fast enough, or ruthlessly enough!"

Huo Yuhao raised his head. The towering killing intent in his bloody Eyes of Asura seemed to make heaven and earth change color.

"You always urged me to let go of my hatred, but in the end, I proved that so-called kindness is nothing but weakness!"

"If I hadn't been so weak back then, perhaps I wouldn't have ended up all alone, without a single loved one in sight!"

"Only blood can wash this filthy, foul world clean!"

Huo Yuhao swung the Asura Demon Sword, and bloody sword Qi opened a gash in the armor over Dai Hao's chest. Blood gushed out.

"Those who defy me die!"

"Dai Hao, if you truly value your subordinates, order them to surrender!"

"But you, White Tiger Duke, will die today!"

"I'll carry your head into Star Luo City and raze the White Tiger Duke's Mansion to the ground!"

Dai Hao's pupils contracted sharply. He stared fixedly at Huo Yuhao and asked,

"Who are you?"

"Why do you harbor such hatred for my White Tiger Duke's Mansion?!"

Hearing this, Huo Yuhao said calmly,

"I am Huo Yun'er's son."

"Huo Yuhao, the son you abandoned, White Tiger Duke!"

Black World, the Northwest Army Group's camp.

"Yun'er..."

Dai Hao sat in the main seat of the central command tent, murmuring the name again.

Just now, Huo Yuhao in the Heavenly Screen had revealed his identity with his own lips.

That emperor of the Sun Moon Empire in the Heavenly Screen, that god of slaughter who had massacred hundreds of thousands of troops with a single sword.

He was Dai Hao's son?!

In the central command tent, the deputy generals and advisers looked at one another, staring wide-eyed.

An eerie, deathly silence settled over the tent.

Then a personal guard rushed inside.

"Report!"

"Your Grace, His Majesty's envoy has arrived!"

Dai Hao sprang to his feet.

"Send him in at once!"

The envoy entered the tent and bowed respectfully before producing a secret letter.

"Your Grace, His Majesty has completed his investigation."

"Huo Yuhao in the Heavenly Screen is indeed your own son!"

"His mother was Huo Yun'er, a maid at the Duke's Mansion back then!"

"Boom!"

It was as if a thunderbolt had struck Dai Hao's mind out of a clear sky.

Huo Yun'er...

Of course he remembered the name. She was the maid with whom he had spent one night of passion back then.

But after that night, he had gone straight to the front lines.

After decades of military life, he had almost forgotten the woman.

But he had never imagined that the maid had borne him a son!

And a son of such extraordinary talent that he had carved his way through hundreds of thousands of troops with a single sword!

"Your Grace..."

An adviser with a shifty, rodent-like face cautiously edged forward and spoke with a fawning smile.

"You saw the scene in the Heavenly Screen yourself. Huo Yuhao's talent is simply unfathomable."

"And you heard it too. The reason he went on such a killing spree was that our White Tiger Duke's Mansion abandoned him back then."

"If everything in the Heavenly Screen really comes to pass..."

The adviser left his sentence unfinished, but everyone in the tent shuddered.