Everyone in the imperial palace hall froze at Dai Hao's words.
Huo Yuhao had the White Tiger bloodline?! Could Huo Yuhao, who had shone so brilliantly at the Soul Fighting Tournament and been hailed as the Douluo Continent's greatest genius in ten thousand years, actually be White Tiger Duke Dai Hao's son?!
"Heh, I never intended to bring this up. Not because I feared your White Tiger Duke's Mansion, but mainly because the time wasn't right yet."
Huo Yuhao's expression did not change in the slightest at White Tiger Duke Dai Hao's words. Instead, Dai Yueheng beside him wore an exceedingly complicated expression, his inner struggle showing on his face.
"Huo Yuhao, I only learned yesterday that you're actually my half brother, that we share the same father. I know you saved my life. If you're willing to return to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, I can plead with Father to forgive you."
"Forgive me?! Hahahaha! Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous!"
Huo Yuhao burst into laughter, yet his laughter carried the bitter chill of the Far North's ice and snow that never melted, even after ten thousand years.
"The one who told you my identity must have been the Duke's wife. Come to think of it, only that venomous woman would remember my name. Otherwise, an abandoning husband and father like you, White Tiger Duke, and an arrogant White Tiger Heir who looks down on everyone could never have discovered who I really was," Huo Yuhao said with a mocking smile.
"I won't allow you to insult my mother, much less speak that way to our father! This is an outrageous betrayal of your own family!"
Dai Yueheng charged at him in a frenzy, but Huo Yuhao's aura erupted around him in an instant. A single Eight Extremes Collapse forced Dai Yueheng