Dai Hao: Women Were Like Clothes-Change Them Whenever You Wanted!

A few minutes earlier.

The moment Huo Yuhao's martial soul appeared alongside his soul rings, the entire Star Luo Empire Soul Master Competition arena fell into dead silence. The next second, deafening uproar erupted!

"A Soul King! A genuine Soul King!"

"That kid is only in his teens, right? A teenage Soul King?!"

"Look at those soul rings! The first is a white ten-year ring, and the other four are all black ten-thousand-year rings! Is that even a configuration a human can have?!"

Waves of astonished cries rose one after another. Countless eyes were fixed tightly on Huo Yuhao, filled with incredulous shock.

Standing at the center of the arena, Dai Hao's pupils suddenly constricted, his heart hammering wildly.

So what if he was a Soul King? He was just an immature brat!

Looking at that utterly bizarre soul ring configuration, not only did he feel no fear, but he became even more determined to bring Huo Yuhao back to the White Tiger Clan.

How could the Spiritual Power of a Titled Douluo possibly be controlled by a mere Soul King? What a ridiculous joke!

Yet now, Dai Hao only felt as though his face had been viciously slapped raw, while a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

His entire body was drenched in cold sweat, his teeth chattering uncontrollably. He stared fixedly at the smiling Huo Yuhao before him, while the clothes on his back had long been soaked through and clung stickily to his body.

Just moments ago, when Huo Yuhao's soul skill descended, he had felt as if all control over himself had been stripped away.

Huo Yuhao had asked him whether he loved Huo Yun'er.

Instinctively, he had wanted to blurt out "I do," but what came