Ichimonji Double (6K)

Before the Duke's mansion, Dai Hao closed his eyes in pain.

That feeling of being locked onto, along with the chilling murderous intent, was vividly clear.

He knew full well that the resentment and killing intent Huo Yuhao had accumulated over more than a decade could never be resolved by a single sentence like, "Once a person dies, everything is over."

Conversely, if he ever encountered someone who knew nothing about the situation yet insisted that everyone had to be magnanimous, Dai Hao would stay far away from that person. After all, if lightning struck them, he might get caught up in it too.

No way, was there really someone who heard that the Duchess was dead and simply wiped away all the past grievances?

This Father-Son Battle was equally unavoidable.

When Dai Hao opened his eyes again, they had turned completely red.

Guilt, conflict, sorrow, regret.

Countless complicated emotions intertwined, and no outsider could tell what he was truly thinking.

His already burly body began to expand once more. His muscles continually bulged, stretching the specially made upper garment tight, while his pair of Iron Fists transformed into tiger claws.

Two yellow, two purple, and five black—nine Soul Rings in the optimal configuration appeared beneath his feet, pulsing rhythmically and leaving no doubt about the strength of a Titled Douluo.

A flash of brilliance passed through Huo Yuhao's eyes as Mental Shock surged forth once more. His formidable Mental Power, already beyond that of an ordinary Super Douluo, blasted out. Even Dai Hao stiffened slightly when struck by the sudden attack, his gaze instantly turning dazed.

At that moment, Huo Yuhao rushed forward, Wind Mantis Giant Shadow Cut in one hand and the White Tiger Dagger in the other, moving with nimble agility.

Dai Hao barely regained his senses