I Will Slay Tang San, Destroy the White Tiger, and Call the Three Realms to Witness!!!

[You walked alone through the White Tiger Duke's Mansion. In the open and behind your back, mockery followed you without end. The servants who had once held back because of your status no longer bothered to hide their cruelty. They bullied you, withheld your and your mother's monthly allowance, and served you food of poorer and poorer quality until they stopped giving you any at all. With no income and nothing to eat, your mother had no choice but to work as a servant to support you.]

[Even then, people maliciously withheld your mother's wages. Some days you ate your fill; others, you went hungry.]

At this point in the Heavenly Screen's broadcast, no one could sit still. No one in the Three Realms could.

Panic spread visibly across their faces, and cold sweat soaked their backs.

"Of the three protagonists revealed by the Heavenly Screen, the first generation's identity is still unknown. The third generation at least has adoptive parents who love her. At least she's growing up loved and can still see hope in life. But the second generation... they're hunting Huo Yuhao, the Second-Generation Child of Destiny, like they won't stop until he's dead!"

"It's over. It's over. Huo Yuhao's mother is his everything, and every disaster in his life came from the White Tiger Duke's Mansion. No wonder the first thing he did after growing up and gaining power was come back to wipe out the clan."

"Damn it, I've got a terrible feeling. Bastards, stop targeting him! Huo Yuhao's sense of right and wrong hasn't even had a chance to develop. He's growing up with everyone against him. Are you trying to drive him mad with your own hands?"

Once Huo Yuhao's experiences at six years old were exposed, no one could sit still.

Tang Wulin had a sound sense of right and wrong despite growing up amid hardship and poverty. The credit for that belonged entirely to his adoptive parents, who had raised him well.

But Huo Yuhao could barely stay alive. He was on the verge of starving, and Huo Yun'er worked all day. How could she find time to guide his sense of right and wrong?

The era of Douluo III, the Dragon King Era.

Tang Wulin stared blankly at the Heavenly Screen showing Huo Yuhao's life.

"Huo Yuhao's Innate Soul Power was only level one. He grew up with everyone against him, and he couldn't even get enough to eat."

"Looking at it that way, my life suddenly seems... wonderful."

"Some people draw on their childhood to heal them for a lifetime. Others spend a lifetime trying to heal from theirs. Senior Huo Yuhao was a little cruel, but he only wanted to avenge his mother... Even so, I still can't quite understand. Of all those people, wasn't a single one innocent?"

[At six and a half, you could bear it no longer. Against your mother's wishes, you took her away from the White Tiger Duke's Mansion. For half a year, the two of you lived without worry. Until... half a year later, people from the White Tiger Duke's Mansion found you and dragged you back to hell!]

[You and your mother were paraded through the White Tiger Duke's Mansion. They made an example of you both, imposing an extreme punishment in the most humiliating way they could: twenty strokes of the rod. It cost your mother half her life, and the two of you became the laughingstocks of the entire mansion!]

"Wait, isn't Huo Yuhao a Child of Destiny?"

"Why was his luck so awful as a kid?"

"Has the White Tiger Duke's Mansion lost its mind? Why won't they stop hunting him down?"

"They're raising a monster with their own hands!"

Everyone watched Huo Yuhao grow quieter and quieter in the footage. His eyes turned colder by the day, until they were frightening to look at.

Huo Yuhao began cultivating like a madman, as though he were desperate to change something.

[At eight, your mother had finally recovered from her injuries. While washing clothes, she bumped into the White Tiger Duke's Mansion's second young master. He beat her. You rushed out and tried to resist, but all that awaited you was a worse beating. To keep you from being hurt, your mother shielded you beneath her body.]

[They beat your mother until she coughed blood. Covered in injuries, she fell gravely ill and could not rise. That day, your eyes turned blood-red, and they never returned to normal.]

Tang Wulin trembled from head to toe. A chill ran through him, and horror filled his eyes.

"How can anyone in this world be so vicious?"

Tang Wulin could see no hope anywhere in Huo Yuhao's life. His convictions nearly crumbled. He had never imagined Huo Yuhao had been born into a family so evil.

"Oh no. Huo Yun'er, don't die. Please don't die. If you do, I'm afraid Huo Yuhao will drag the whole world into the grave with you!"

"He can't see hope anywhere in the world, and the only person who loves him is being targeted and hunted like this. I can't bear to imagine what Huo Yuhao might do if his mother really dies!"

"No. Huo Yuhao has already done it. What frightens me now is that he might not stop there."

[At ten, you tried to take your gravely ill mother away from the White Tiger Duke's Mansion again, but the guards at the gate barred your way.]

["Those who belong to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion live as its slaves, and they die within its walls!"]

[Heh... hahahaha! That day, you laughed. You laughed like a madman, and your world collapsed completely.]

[It was a snowy day. Your mother lay gravely ill in bed. Your eyes were blood-red, your tears had long since run dry, and you had tried everything you could.]

["Yuhao, you're such an obedient, thoughtful boy. Why did you have to be my child?"]

["Yuhao, go outside and look at this year's snow for me."]

[That day, you cast aside every scrap of dignity. You begged White Tiger Madam, the Clan Elders, and the guards. All you asked for was one chance—one chance for your mother to live. All you got was a single word: "Get lost!"]

[You returned to the home you shared with your mother and pushed open the door. She had cut her wrists with the White Tiger Dagger. In that instant, blood stained your vision red. You collapsed to the floor as a roar filled your head. Your body shook uncontrollably, and blood spilled from your lips.]

[That night, the White Tiger Duke's Mansion was bright with New Year festivities, filled with laughter and cheer. Alone, you carried your mother to the Back Mountain. Now that she was dead, no one stopped you. With your bare hands, you dug a deep pit in the freezing snow. Madness flickered in your eyes. You believed you had never given your mother anything good in this world—not even a meal or a sip of water. You bit a piece of flesh from your own body and placed it, trembling, in her mouth. You fed her blood from the wound on your hand, then cut off a lock of your black hair.]

["My mother gave me flesh and bone; let blood and hair guide her. I, Huo Yuhao, swear that in this life I will slay Tang San and destroy the White Tiger! Let the Three Realms bear witness!!!"]

Boom!!!

When the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, alive with celebration and laughter, appeared in the same frame as the black-haired, blood-eyed boy kneeling and bowing before a lonely grave, no one could sit still.

"You win, Huo Yuhao. You win. You have my respect!"

"Anyone who slanders Huo Yuhao will look like a fool after seeing him cut flesh from his own body to feed his mother, then give her his blood and hair to accompany her!"

"At the start: he only wanted to save his mother. At the end: he only wanted to avenge her. What did he do wrong?"

The era of Douluo I.

Terror spread across Tang San's face.

"Wait, what? How am I involved?"

"Why me?"

"I shouldn't even know him at that point, should I?"