Huo Yuhao: Father, How I Love You

"Damn it! I'm your father!"

Dai Hao was covered in blood, his battered armor concealing horrific wounds. His breath was as ragged as a guttering candle in the wind.

If not for the White Tiger Martial Soul Possession barely keeping him upright, he would have long since collapsed.

He glared fixedly at Huo Yuhao and Huo Yutong, who were trying to kill him without mercy. His voice was full of furious disbelief and grievance.

He had thought that, with the strength of a Titled Douluo, taking down these "unfilial children" would be effortless.

Yet he had never expected the siblings to completely disregard convention. The moment they began, they pulled out a pile of Soul Tools he had never even seen before and launched an overwhelming, one-sided assault on him.

They had no sense of honor at all!

If Huo Yuhao and his sister knew what Dai Hao was thinking, they would only say, "If we have Soul Tools and still fight your Martial Soul head-on, wouldn't we be idiots?"

What alarmed him even more was that the elite force he had personally trained had been completely routed by the Sun Moon Empire's army in mere moments.

Amid the chaos, he seemed to glimpse several enormous soul beasts weaving through the battlefield. But before he could see them clearly, Huo Yuhao and Huo Yutong's attacks surged toward him like a tide, leaving him no room for distraction.

"Father?" Huo Yuhao sneered coldly. He turned toward Huo Yutong beside him and asked lightly, "Do we have one of those?"

Huo Yutong's gaze was icy as she shook her head. "Brother, we only have a mother. As for a father, he's merely a biological sire who provided us with bloodline. He doesn't count as family at all."

"That's good." Huo Yuhao nodded.