Dai Huabin's Hatred, Yu Hao's Beating

His gaze was icy, with a faint trace of resentment. "Not enough. Far from enough. It's still not enough for me to defeat that guy."

Dai Huabin's expression was ugly and somewhat ferocious. His fists clenched with audible cracks, veins bulging along his arms.

He had always been proud, but when he was eight years old, he suffered the greatest humiliation of his life.

That white-haired boy had pinned him firmly to the ground with just one hand and beaten him mercilessly.

He desperately unleashed his Martial Soul and erupted with every bit of his strength, but it was still useless.

That person had completely suppressed him without even using his Martial Soul.

Born noble, when had he ever been humiliated like that?

He swore that he would have his revenge.

Now, more than two years had passed, and his Soul Power had risen to level twenty-nine, making him a Soul Grandmaster.

In a little while, he would definitely break through to become a Soul Elder.

He swore that he would make that guy pay a painful price.

"Huabin, your talent is so great. You can definitely defeat him."

"And I'm here too. I'll help you. With our Martial Soul Fusion Skill, no matter how strong that person is, he'll eventually be defeated by us."

The black-haired girl stepped forward and consoled him softly.

This girl was Dai Huabin's fiancée, from the Zhu Family. Her Martial Soul was the Hell Spirit Cat.

Together with Dai Huabin, she possessed the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Hell White Tiger.

Ever since the first-generation Shrek Seven Devils ascended to godhood ten thousand years ago, the Hell White Tiger Martial Soul Fusion Skill had become famous as well.

Therefore, Zhu Lu was quite confident in it.

Seeing Zhu Lu comfort him, Dai Huabin's expression eased slightly, though his gaze remained cold.

If possible, he did not want to borrow external power either. But even though he had progressed rapidly, he still lacked absolute confidence that he could defeat that person.

The impression left on him back then had simply been too profound. It was nearly becoming his inner demon.

That person was not much older than him, perhaps even the same age.

He was improving, so naturally that person might be improving as well.

Therefore, he had to make other preparations.

As for Zhu Lu, he did not actually have any feelings for her.

The only reason they were engaged was because of the Hell White Tiger Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

The Dai Family and Zhu Family had intermarried for generations, and his engagement to Zhu Lu was also entwined with the interests of their families.

He did not like it, but he was unable to defy his family. That was one reason.

The second was that the Hell White Tiger was undeniably a powerful force. Especially as their levels rose, the Hell White Tiger would become even more useful.

He could not bear to let go of such power.

It was also one of the important means by which he would surpass his older brother in the future.

Seeing that Dai Huabin's expression had softened considerably, Zhu Lu revealed a sweet smile. "Huabin, you've been cultivating for a long time. You need to relax properly."

"Let's go stroll around Star Luo City. You can't stay so tense all the time."

Over the past two years, Dai Huabin had cultivated extremely diligently, as if possessed.

She even felt a little sorry for him.

Who exactly was that bastard from back then? He truly deserved to die.

If she ever found out, she would absolutely not let that person go.

Dai Huabin nodded slightly and did not refuse. Giving Zhu Lu a little sweetness now and then was also a way to maintain their relationship.

Having received an affirmative answer, Zhu Lu immediately beamed and linked her arm through Dai Huabin's as she led him outside.

The servants attending Dai Huabin hurried ahead to clear the way.

"The Second Young Master is going out. All of you, move aside!"

A group of people surrounded Dai Huabin and headed grandly toward the gates.

The servants in the residence all retreated, not daring to block their path.

Who in this residence did not know the Second Young Master's temper?

At that moment, a boy wearing patched clothes entered from one end of the road.

He was thin and frail, carrying a basin of freshly washed clothes.

He happened to run right into the lackeys clearing the way ahead.

"Brat, get out of the way. Don't block the road."

With a casual shove from the servant, the frail boy was pushed to the ground. The wooden basin in his hands overturned, scattering the clothes everywhere.

"What's going on?"

Dai Huabin, who was behind them, noticed the disturbance and frowned.

"Reporting to the Second Young Master, it's just some brat in the residence who doesn't know the rules and dared to block your path."

The servant grinned obsequiously at Dai Huabin.

"He doesn't know the rules. Beat him."

Dai Huabin waved his hand.

He was already in a bad mood, yet someone dared to walk right into his line of fire.

"Yes, Second Young Master!"

A group of lackeys sneered viciously and rushed forward, raining punches and kicks on the frail boy.

The frail boy could only curl himself into a ball and protect his vital areas with both hands, letting out muffled groans as the group beat him.

"Let's go!"

Dai Huabin did not even spare that direction another glance before leaving with the rest of his people.

Meanwhile, Dai Huabin's lackeys continued beating the boy for several minutes before spitting on the ground, cursing as they left.

Only the boy remained, lying on the ground and twitching from time to time.

More than half an hour passed before the frail boy finally seemed to recover enough to shakily climb to his feet.

He was covered in dirt, his clothes and hair disheveled, with traces of blood still at the corners of his mouth.

The frail boy laboriously moved his body and picked up the clothes that were already stained with mud.

Only then did he drag his heavy steps, one at a time, into a crude woodshed.

The woodshed was remote and cramped, without even a proper bed or bedding.

No one would have imagined that such a shabby place existed within the Duke's Mansion.

The boy shut the door, set the wooden basin aside, and sat down on a stone before the threshold.

His head, which had been lowered all this time, finally lifted.

It was a rather ordinary face, at most somewhat delicate, but not handsome.

His features were still youthful, with a faint sickly pallor. One could tell at a glance that he was likely not physically strong.

Especially since he seemed to have been beaten badly just now, the boy kept coughing, with obvious streaks of blood appearing along with it.

The boy's eyes were deep blue and possessed a liveliness ordinary people did not have.

His eyes seemed rather special.

The boy's name was Yu Hao. His Martial Soul was his eyes, known as Spirit Eyes.

Spirit Eyes, a Body Martial Soul with a spiritual attribute.

Logically, with a Body Martial Soul, the boy should have been a rare genius. But in reality, that was not the case.

Yu Hao had been frail since birth. During his Martial Soul Awakening, his Innate Soul Power had been only level one. It could be said that his talent was extremely poor.

Such talent meant that his cultivation speed was destined to be painfully slow.

Furthermore, Spirit System Soul Beasts were far rarer than ordinary Soul Beasts, making it extremely difficult to find a suitable Soul Ring.

As a result, Yu Hao's Spirit Eyes had not attracted much attention.

After all, with these two limitations, under normal circumstances, it was already easy to foresee that Yu Hao would find it difficult to achieve much in the future.

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