Dai Hao: Women Are Like Clothes-Change Them Whenever You Want!

Time rewound to a few minutes earlier.

The instant Huo Yuhao's martial soul appeared alongside his soul rings, the entire Star Luo Soul Master Tournament arena fell deathly silent. The next second, deafening uproar erupted!

"A Soul King! A genuine Soul King!"

"That kid is only in his teens, isn't he? A teenage Soul King?!"

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

The cries of shock rose wave after wave. Countless gazes were fixed firmly on Huo Yuhao, filled with incredulous astonishment.

Standing at the center of the arena, Dai Hao's pupils abruptly contracted, and his heart pounded wildly.

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

Looking at that bizarre soul ring configuration, Dai Hao felt no fear whatsoever. Instead, he became even more determined to bring Huo Yuhao back to the White Tiger Clan.

How could a Titled Douluo's Spiritual Power possibly be controlled by a mere Soul King? What an utterly ridiculous joke!

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

Cold sweat covered his entire body, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably. He stared fixedly at the smiling Huo Yuhao before him. The clothes on his back had long been soaked through with cold sweat, clinging damply to his skin.

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

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

He had instinctively wanted to blurt out "I do," yet what came