"Little fellow, there's something rather strange about those eyes of yours."
Huo Yuhao was still marveling inwardly that this was what it meant to be fully equipped.
Now, as he felt his body, he found that Tian Meng's sacrifice had left him no longer scrawny but strong. Even his short frame seemed to have shot up nearly seven or eight centimeters in one go.
He raised his eyes to look at the other person.
Long, withered-white hair hung loose and disheveled. His facial features were gaunt and pale, his skin almost bloodless.
A film of deathly gray clouded his golden eyes, and most of his presence was enveloped in cold, sinister necromantic magic. A tattered gray-black robe hung loosely over his hunched yet still towering frame, while wisps of grayish-white deathly Qi drifted around him.
As their eyes met, all that remained in his gaze was curiosity about Huo Yuhao's eyes.
"Teacher?"
It was no wonder Huo Yuhao hadn't adjusted at once. After all, in his memory, Electrolux had always been a remnant soul.
"Mm."
Electrolux nodded slightly.
Huo Yuhao breathed a brief sigh of relief and felt what it was like to be fully equipped now.
Then he seemed to recall something.
He instinctively looked toward the Duke's Mansion.
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west? Can't I take revenge right now?
He could faintly sense that some resentment seemed to linger from the body's original owner.
So he pointed a finger toward the Duke's Mansion and said,
"Elder Yi, sorry to trouble you, but could you make a move?"
"Should I leave anyone alive?"
Electrolux glanced at Huo Yuhao and asked.
Huo Yuhao merely shook his head gently.
"No need."
Electrolux slowly raised a gaunt hand. Grayish-white deathly Qi suddenly surged from his palm, and a pitch-black rift edged with resentful souls tore open the ground out of thin air. The Gate of the Undead swung wide.
Countless undead of every shape and form roared as they poured out, and a cold black mist swept in all directions.
Just from what could be seen, this undead army numbered at least ten thousand.
And after sensing them briefly, Huo Yuhao found that even the weakest undead creature was probably above the Soul King level.
The terrifying undead army descended from the Gate of the Undead in an instant.
The entire Duke's Mansion was surrounded so tightly that not even a drop of water could escape.
At that moment, the Duke's Mansion guards who had been standing watch were dumbstruck.
They were no weaklings themselves: all were Soul Elders, and their captain had reached the Soul King level.
After all, they were guarding the main base, but it seemed that any undead creature picked at random had a stronger presence than they did.
What the hell is this?
After swallowing hard, the guard captain looked at his men and said softly,
"We'll die before we retreat!"
He looked as though he meant to set their blood ablaze. Yet the guard captain turned and ran for all he was worth, calling out as he fled,
"I'm going to notify the imperial guard."
?!
Watching from atop the Bone Dragon, Huo Yuhao nearly threw his back out. Good grief...
At the Duke's Mansion, the all-encompassing undead army swept in beneath a dark cloud, shrouding the entire estate in an instant.
Meanwhile, the imperial guard had been assembled, and the duchess's face had turned ashen.
The undead army outside was simply beyond anything they could withstand at the moment.
The strongest member of the guard stationed at the Duke's Mansion was only an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo.
Yet above them now, Electrolux stood on a Bone Dragon with Huo Yuhao beside him.
An adult Bone Dragon, after all, possessed strength comparable to a Titled Douluo.
The duchess's expression was ugly, but when she saw Huo Yuhao, she instinctively roared at him in an accusing tone.
"You vile whelp! You carry the blood of the Duke's Mansion, yet you colluded with an Evil Soul Master, betrayed the Star Luo Empire, and came to attack us! Get down here and atone with your life!"
Although the duchess was not a Soul Master, the commander of the guard beside her had recognized Huo Yuhao's face and told her.
She still put on that lofty air, believing that, with her status as a princess of the Star Luo Imperial Family and her title as duchess,
Huo Yuhao would obediently get down here as he had in the past.
Dai Huabin, standing beside her, was shouting too.
"That's right, get down here, now! We might even leave your corpse intact."
Seeing the two of them still putting on those lofty airs, Huo Yuhao smiled at himself mockingly.
Sure enough, neither of them had much in the way of brains. Someone with brains really wouldn't have done those stupid things.
"Elder Yi, leave those two dog lives to me. I want to send them on their final journey myself."
Huo Yuhao spoke in a calm, indifferent tone.
Electrolux gave an almost imperceptible nod.
When the duchess and Dai Huabin saw that Huo Yuhao hadn't immediately gotten down to beg forgiveness, they flew into a rage.
They continued to curse him instinctively, maintaining their lofty airs.
"You vile whelp, do you even know what crime you've committed? Get down here, now!"
"Yeah, you stinking bastard..."
The undead army attacked.
Although the Duke's Mansion was enormous, before the undead army summoned by Electrolux,
In less than two and a half minutes, the once-glorious Duke's Mansion had been reduced to a pile of rubble.
By now, all that remained of the Soul Douluo was a mangled body, which the Bone Dragon was chewing.
The entire Duke's Mansion had become a purgatory on earth, with blood flowing like a river.
Huo Yuhao slowly stepped down from the Bone Dragon.
He walked through the river of blood like a demon king returned from hell...
This time, the duchess finally understood that Huo Yuhao standing before her had changed. But she simply couldn't understand how the once so cowardly Huo Yuhao had managed to contact such a powerful and terrifying Evil Soul Master.
"You... you little beast, come at me!"
Only at this final moment did the duchess seem to reveal that last scrap of motherly love, bringing tears to Dai Huabin's eyes.
But he wasn't even given the chance to use Martial Soul Possession. The undead creatures beside them held them in an iron grip, leaving neither with any chance to resist.
Huo Yuhao slowly approached, toying with the White Tiger Dagger in his hand.
As if something had struck his fancy, he looked at Dai Huabin and the duchess.
"How about this? Who dies first? Let's have you two decide with rock-paper-scissors."
At that moment, the duchess's body trembled slightly.
Before she met Dai Huabin's gaze, he too had lost his earlier frenzy.
He had realized that he might really die.
As they looked at each other, the two seemed to reach some sort of unspoken understanding.
When they played, the duchess threw scissors.
Dai Huabin threw paper.
The duchess looked at her son, her face full of hurt.
"Huabin, I clearly told you to..."
"No, this is fake! This is fake!"
Dai Huabin trembled, muttering over and over.
Clearly, the duchess had wanted her son to live, but Dai Huabin had put on quite a display of a loving mother and a filial son.
"What a fine son you are. Then I'll grant your wish."
Huo Yuhao smiled slightly and, without blinking, drove the dagger straight into Dai Huabin's body.
Pfft!
As the White Tiger Dagger's Soul Tool power took effect, Dai Huabin was filled with despair and unwillingness, yet he had no chance even to struggle. His life gradually ebbed away.
A somewhat cruel curve touched Huo Yuhao's lips as he whispered in the duchess's ear.
"Dai Hao gave this to my mother. It was just right for sending your son on his final journey. Surprised?"