Cripple Dai Huabin, Battle the Duchess!

Huo Yuhao seemed to freeze for a moment, as if he had not expected that, even at a time like this, this woman would still bring up such things.

"Yes! Yuhao, I know that our family treated you somewhat... unfairly before. But we are family, after all! In my heart, you were always one of my children... Yuhao, stop. From now on, our family can live well together..."

The Duchess forced a smile, her voice trembling slightly as she continued to persuade him.

"Ha! Hahahahahaha..."

Suddenly, a shrill burst of laughter instantly shattered the Duchess's beautiful dream.

"Madam, have you misunderstood something? What is he supposed to be, that he deserves to call himself my brother? To me, this blood tie has only one value: it lets me digest him more thoroughly and turn him into the power I need to break the heavens and crush the earth. Your worthless son having that much value should be enough to make you proud!"

Huo Yuhao shot out a hand like lightning, seized Dai Huabin by the hair, and brutally ripped him out of Xu Feiyan's embrace as though he were lifting a chick.

"Ahhh—! Mom, save me! Help!"

Dai Huabin let out a slaughtered-pig scream.

"Huo Yuhao! Let him go!" Xu Feiyan pounced at him like a madwoman, trying to snatch her son back.

But Huo Yuhao merely released a trace of the terrifying pressure of a Title Douluo and a seven-hundred-thousand-year soul ring, crushing Xu Feiyan to the ground like trash;

she could only lie there in an utterly humiliating and agonized posture, helplessly watching the son she treasured fall into the demon's hands.

"Xu Feiyan, open your eyes and look carefully. Watch how your proud eldest legitimate son dances in my hands."

A vicious glint flashed through Huo Yuhao's