With the affairs of the Soul Master World settled, a vicious gleam flashed through Huo Yuhao's eyes.
On this chessboard, almost all the pieces had been placed. It was time to start taking them off.
His storage Soul Tool flashed faintly, and a newspaper appeared in Huo Yuhao's hand.
A man dressed as a marshal stood out prominently on it.
At the sight of that man, hatred involuntarily blazed in Huo Yuhao's eyes.
As the old saying went, better never to have a child than to father one without raising him.
Although Dai Hao knew nothing about it, every misfortune that had befallen Huo Yuhao and his mother, Huo Yun'er, had stemmed from his inability to control his lower half.
Crushing the newspaper tightly into a ball of wastepaper, Huo Yuhao's lips curled into an icy, sinister smile.
"Dai Hao, oh, Dai Hao. After all this time for public opinion to ferment, word of your triumphant return has spread throughout the Star Luo Empire. Dealing a crushing blow to the Sun Moon Empire's pride-what magnificent prestige, what heaven-shaking merit! Yet I, the Marshal, intend to bring you to justice."
On the outskirts of the Imperial Capital, at the Grand Marshal's army camp.
More than forty thousand soldiers in specially made armor were drilling.
Although many had died in the battle against the Beast Tide, it had tempered their fighting spirit and strengthened them, transforming them into elite troops. A trace of blood fiend aura lingered around them at all times.
This was how an army tempered by a hundred battles ought to look.
Huo Yuhao did not intend to replenish their numbers immediately. The Empire's Western Army Group had no shortage of soldiers with fighting spirit. He planned to increase the Marshal Character Battalion's armored troops to one hundred thousand.