At Zhou Yi's words, a trace of amusement flashed through Huo Yuhao's eyes. Between her loved one's life and her own, Zhou Yi had ultimately chosen herself.
And as long as Zhou Yi admitted that she had crippled Dai Huabin, she would forge a mortal blood feud with the White Tiger Family. When the time came, even Fan Yu, a Level 8 Soul Engineer, would be dragged into the storm and forced to square off against Dai Hao. That much was obvious.
As for Dai Huabin, without his arms, only his Soul Power and White Tiger Martial Soul retained any value.
His Soul Power would grant him a long life, leaving him to spend many years living as a useless cripple in the White Tiger Duke's Mansion. Dai Hao might even find a few women to breed with him, hoping to produce descendants with the White Tiger Martial Soul.
But his life no longer held even a shred of hope. He could only hole up in the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, eating his fill and waiting to die under the White Tiger Duke's wife's gaze.
This was also Huo Yuhao's revenge against mother and son. Forcing the proud and arrogant Dai Huabin to live as a cripple for the rest of his life was more terrifying to him than death.
"Because of an earlier misunderstanding with student Huo Yuhao, I came to speak with him face-to-face after classes ended this afternoon. But I encountered this group of assassins trying to kill him. I immediately stepped in to protect him, but the Soul Emperor from the White Tiger Duke's Mansion was no weaker than I was. We both suffered severe injuries in the fight, and I finally won a costly victory."
Once she had worked out the key points, Zhou Yi