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The shrill screams of their companions finally jolted the remaining two guards back to their senses. Terrified out of their wits, they no longer dared to hold anything back and hurriedly summoned their Martial Souls.

Two Soul Rings slowly rose beneath their feet. One had two white rings; as he released his Martial Soul, an utterly ordinary-looking saber appeared in his hand. The other had one white and one yellow ring, while brown fur emerged across his body, making it impossible to tell what kind of Beast Martial Soul he possessed.

The guard with the Beast Martial Soul swung his arm, his fist carrying a howling gust as it smashed toward Huo Yuhao. The other guard's First Soul Ring lit up, a faint gleam immediately appearing on the broad blade of his saber as it slashed down close behind.

Before reaching the rank of Soul Elder, a Soul Master's Physical Quality was not vastly different from that of an ordinary person. The gap in raw strength had already been bridged when Huo Yuhao erupted with dark blue light. All that remained was for him to ruthlessly crush them with the battle-hardened experience of his past life.

Huo Yuhao crouched to evade the incoming fist, then suddenly lunged forward, charging straight into the descending blade. As he moved, the White Tiger Dagger swept diagonally upward and caught the saber's edge. A harsh screech of metal rang out as the blade scraped against the dagger, throwing off a string of bright sparks before finally catching on its guard.

In that brief instant, Huo Yuhao slammed hard into the man's body. Caught off guard, the guard toppled backward. Before he could clear his dazed head, a piercing pain shot through the wrist holding his saber, making him let out an instinctive scream.

"Ah!"

Huo Yuhao's frail body was pressed atop the guard, and the White Tiger Dagger had plunged deep into his wrist as easily as if it were tofu.

Feeling the man struggle instinctively beneath him, Huo Yuhao's gaze turned sharp. He gripped the dagger's hilt with both hands and twisted with all his strength!

Scarlet blood sprayed out. His nerves had been completely severed, and the guard's hand could no longer hold the saber. His body began convulsing uncontrollably. Huo Yuhao expressionlessly pulled out the dagger and slowly rose to his feet, turning his head toward the last guard still standing.

The guard trembled, his face deathly pale. At that moment, he wished he could curse the ancestors of that young man beside Dai Huabin a thousand times over.

This is supposed to be one-level Soul Power?

But this was clearly not the time to retreat. If anything happened to Dai Huabin, his fate would not be much better than death.

The next second, he let out a loud roar and charged toward Huo Yuhao in great strides. The second yellow Soul Ring beneath him flashed brightly, and his brown fur took on a faint silvery-gray sheen, seemingly boosting his defense considerably.

He knew it might not completely withstand that dagger's sharpness, but at least he would not be like the others, unable to take even a single slash.

The distance between them closed in an instant. Huo Yuhao raised his dagger again and thrust it straight at him. This time, however, the guard noticed that the thin blade seemed to be coated in a hazy golden glow.

He instinctively raised his fur-covered arm to block it. Then came a sound like a blade piercing leather. The sharp dagger had actually failed to break through his defenses at once.

This was within the guard's expectations. Enduring the pain in his arm, he reached out with his other hand, intending to seize Huo Yuhao by the throat.

Yet just as he raised his arm, he felt a surge of Spiritual Power filled with an overbearing aura rush into his body through the wound, charging straight into his mind before erupting explosively.

It was as though someone had smashed his head with a hammer. Intense pain and dizziness overwhelmed him, and Huo Yuhao, who had long been prepared, naturally would not miss this chance. He pulled out the dagger and slashed horizontally.

A thin line appeared across the guard's neck, scarlet beads of blood seeping from the wound. Feeling the stabbing pain in his throat, he instinctively reached up to touch it. Seeing the color on his arm, he opened his mouth tremblingly, but could only produce a hoarse, leaking growl.

At last, beneath Huo Yuhao's indifferent gaze, he slowly collapsed to the ground.

How could six-year-old Dai Huabin have ever witnessed such a gruesome scene? He had only awakened his Martial Soul not long ago. As he watched Huo Yuhao use the dagger to finish off the remaining three one by one, his body felt as if it had been filled with lead. No matter how he tried to command it, he could not move an inch.

Finally, after dealing with the last guard, Huo Yuhao straightened up with a slight pant. He turned to look at Dai Huabin. To the latter, those beautiful Azure Eyes now resembled an abyss that devoured souls.

The young man beside Dai Huabin was equally pale, and he spoke in a trembling voice.

"Y-you're not Huo Yuhao."

Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow at those words, growing even more vigilant. He strode toward the two of them. Dai Huabin instinctively retreated two steps, all traces of his former cold arrogance gone. Then, as though he had found a lifeline, he spoke with a quavering voice.

"You can't kill me, or you'll definitely regret it. The Duke's Mansion... my mother... neither of them will let you go. You'll face a relentless hunt until both you and your mother are dead!"

"Yes, the Duchess is certainly capable of something like that."

Huo Yuhao nodded in agreement and continued toward Dai Huabin at an unhurried pace. Then, a fist wreathed in golden light rapidly filled Dai Huabin's vision.

"Do you know something? A person receives three gifts in life."

With a bang, Dai Huabin was punched to the ground, blood spraying from his nose.

"The first gift is what your mother teaches you to do."

As his words fell, the Spiritual Power carried by Reign Over the World invaded Dai Huabin's body, madly destroying what little reason he had left. The excruciating pain was so severe that he could not even scream.

"The second gift is what society teaches you to do."

Huo Yuhao's voice continued to ring beside his ears. Then, the White Tiger Dagger pierced through the hand he was using to brace himself on the ground.

"The third gift is the opportunities of the future. You cannot choose the first two gifts, but you generally control your own future."

Huo Yuhao crouched down and roughly grabbed his golden hair, calmly staring into those distinctive double pupils of the White Tiger family. The chill emanating from him even suppressed the convulsions in Dai Huabin's body.

"I don't know where you got this confidence and sense of superiority—the belief that you can make someone die simply because you want them dead."

"Maybe it comes from the environment you grew up in. The Duchess protected you very well. Everyone around you revolved around you, making you think everything in this world belonged to you, and that even if some things were not yours now, they would be sooner or later."

"But unfortunately, because of you—because your mother made me your enemy—the third gift for both of you is me."

"Because of me, everything you rely on will cease to exist in the future."

"Perhaps after this, you'll grow up and become more sensible. But because you made me your enemy..."

"You will tremble whenever you remember my name, your legs will go limp whenever you see my face, and you will want to run whenever you hear my voice."

Huo Yuhao leaned close to his ear. His voice was gentle, yet it was like a demon from hell pronouncing his fate.

Experiencing such a nightmare at so young an age, while also taking a direct hit from Reign Over the World, was enough to leave an indelible nightmare in Dai Huabin's mind.

"And all of this is because of your one declaration: no end until death."

As the words fell, the dagger embedded in Dai Huabin's palm suddenly twisted. The intense pain made him open his mouth, but just as his scream began, Huo Yuhao had already pulled out the dagger and lashed out with a side kick straight into his face.

His face was ravaged once more, and the miserable-looking Dai Huabin finally passed out. Only then did Huo Yuhao turn to the young man nearby, the coldness in his eyes growing ever deeper.

The young man forced down the trembling wracking his body from fear and squeezed out the same ingratiating smile he had worn toward Dai Huabin, looking utterly ridiculous.

"Y-you're a transmigrator too, aren't you?"