The White Tiger Duke's death, next: flatten the Douluo Continent!

White World, Ming Dou Mountain Range.

The stench of blood on the battlefield was so thick it had almost condensed into a bloody mist.

The Sun Moon Empire's army had completely torn apart the Northwest Army Group's battle lines.

One could even say that, before the Sun Moon Empire with its high-grade Soul Tools, the Star Luo Empire's soldiers, still using primitive weapons, were like ants beneath a dragon's feet.

And after Dai Hao's central command banner fell, the entire Northwest Army Group lost its backbone.

Without the White Tiger Duke to issue orders, they lost all ability to resist the Sun Moon Empire's attack.

The Sun Moon Empire's Soul Guidance Mecha swept across the battlefield like a black torrent of iron.

Wherever they passed, rows of Star Luo Empire soldiers knelt with their hands over their heads and threw their weapons down at their feet.

Occasionally, a few officers tried to rally the remnants and organize a resistance.

But the black mecha's scarlet electronic eyes immediately locked onto them, and their artificial intelligence marked them for elimination.

A volley from the mecha's Soul Guidance Ray Guns slaughtered every last shred of courage the soldiers on the battlefield had left.

The Sun Moon Empire's soldiers then began clearing the battlefield.

Before the battle began, Huo Yuhao, the Sun Moon Emperor, had already given an order.

All Star Luo Empire officers, regardless of rank, were to be executed on the spot.

As for the ordinary soldiers, they were herded together, stripped of their weapons, and taken prisoner.

The White Tiger Duke, Dai Hao, stood beside his broken command banner, his platinum-colored Soul Tool Armor covered in dust and blood.

His personal guard battalion had been almost entirely wiped out, and within a hundred meters of him, there was not a single person from the Star Luo Empire left apart from Huo Yuhao and himself.

Yes, in fact, Huo Yuhao, the emperor of the Sun Moon Empire, was also from the Star Luo Empire.

At that thought, Dai Hao looked at Huo Yuhao, who was approaching step by step with the Asura Demon Sword in hand. Unwillingness appeared on his face, and he could not help shouting.

"Since you're Yun'er's son, you're my son too!"

"Don't you know that killing your father brings misfortune?"

"If you really kill me, you'll suffer retribution!"

Hearing Dai Hao's words, Huo Yuhao's hand seemed to tremble around the Asura Demon Sword.

The killing intent in his blood-red Eyes of Asura seemed to waver for an instant.

Huo Yuhao looked at Dai Hao's disheveled, twisted face and fell silent for a moment, as though hesitating.

In that very instant of hesitation, several deputy generals scrambled over from the side, grabbed Dai Hao by the arms, and dragged him toward the rear of the battlefield at a run.

"Your Grace, hurry!"

"So long as the green mountains remain, we won't lack firewood! We'll definitely fight our way back!"

Huo Yuhao did not give chase.

He stood where he was, watching the figures flee in panic and vanish into the dust at the edge of the battlefield. A cold smile curled his lips.

The next moment, Huo Yuhao turned and beckoned to Jing Hongchen.

Jing Hongchen, the master of the Illustrious Virtue Hall, came jogging over like an ordinary foot soldier.

As he looked at his junior brother, covered in blood, his steps unconsciously slowed, and a trace of fear rose in his heart.

"Junior brother, did you need me?"

Huo Yuhao looked at Jing Hongchen and pointed in the direction Dai Hao and the others had fled. He said calmly,

"Senior brother, wouldn't you say a man's two legs should be slower than a Flying Soul Tool?"

Jing Hongchen was taken aback for a moment, then nodded honestly.

"Naturally!"

"At full speed, our Illustrious Virtue Hall's Flying Soul Tools are even a little faster than a Titled Douluo with a flying-type Martial Soul. How could two legs possibly outrun one?"

Huo Yuhao nodded.

"In that case..."

He raised his hand and patted Jing Hongchen lightly on the shoulder, a meaningful smile in his blood-red Eyes of Asura.

"Then would you please chase after our esteemed White Tiger Duke, senior brother?"

"But sorry for the trouble, senior brother. You mustn't let me bear the name of a father-killer..."

Jing Hongchen's mind raced, and he understood almost instantly.

Huo Yuhao wanted him to kill Dai Hao?

His junior brother would not do it himself; his senior brother would do it for him.

If Dai Hao died at the hands of the Illustrious Virtue Hall's master, Huo Yuhao's hands would not be stained with his father's blood.

The label of "father-killer" couldn't be pinned on him!

The corner of Jing Hongchen's mouth twitched, but he had no objection.

To be honest, he did not care in the least about being his junior brother's black glove.

Dai Hao was no kin or friend of his, so he felt no mental burden about killing him.

Besides, if he handled this assignment well, the bond between him and his junior brother would grow even deeper!

After all, theirs would be the kind of bond forged by killing his father!

"Understood!"

Jing Hongchen chuckled, turned, and waved his hand.

"Members of the Illustrious Virtue Hall, follow me!"

The next moment, seven or eight former Level 9 Soul Engineers rose into the air on Soul Guidance flying discs and pursued Dai Hao and the others.

The roar of the Flying Soul Tools receded into the distance and soon vanished beyond the battlefield.

Huo Yuhao stood where he was as the little Evil Eye on his shoulder nudged him with a tentacle.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking, now that we've accumulated so much blood Qi and so many resentful souls, should we consider raising a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast?"

"Evil Eye, do you have any recommendations?"

"For your Second Soul Ring? Why not go back to our Evil Demon Forest? I can introduce you to a few brothers to kill."

"What about your father?"

"You mean the Evil Emperor? No one's known where he went since Divine Punishment descended. I reckon he found somewhere to hide and start cultivating again!"

"That's a shame. I didn't get to kill your father."

"...Get lost!"

Half a quarter of an hour later, the sound of Soul Guidance flying discs came from the sky once more.

Jing Hongchen appeared and jumped down from his disc, landing steadily in front of Huo Yuhao.

He carried a bloody severed head in his hand and casually tossed it to the ground, where it rolled twice.

The White Tiger Duke, Dai Hao.

His graying hair was plastered to his face with blood. His eyes had not closed in death, and an expression of disbelief remained frozen on his face.

The heads of the deputy generals who had fled with him had also been cut off by the Soul Engineers of the Illustrious Virtue Hall.

They were laid out in a row beside Dai Hao's head.

Jing Hongchen wiped the blood from his hands, an ingratiating smile on his face.

"Junior brother, it's done!"

"Dai Hao ran pretty fast and even tried to get into the woods, but we intercepted him."

Huo Yuhao stepped forward and picked up Dai Hao's head.

He examined it carefully for a while, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

"Dai Hao, you old dog, you're dead at last!"

"You brought me into this world but never raised me. Today you've paid with your life. You could be said to have gotten the death you deserved!"

The next moment, Huo Yuhao raised Dai Hao's head high.

His blood-red Eyes of Asura swept over the kneeling Star Luo Empire prisoners, then over the Sun Moon Empire's army. He spoke in a deep voice.

"The Ming Dou Mountain Range has fallen!"

"Soldiers, follow me and flatten the Douluo Continent!"