The Death of Dai Hao
In truth, Yuhao could not perfectly replicate an opponent's combat experience.
But that did not mean he lacked a solution.
Facing Dai Hao charging toward him, the mirrored Dai Hao also rushed forward without hesitation.
Seeing this, Dai Hao's seventh soul ring lit up instantly, and his body expanded as he transformed into a massive White Tiger.
At the same time, the mirrored Dai Hao did the exact same, transforming into a giant White Tiger as well.
For a moment, the two enormous tigers clashed violently, their claws and fangs colliding as shockwaves spread outward.
After several exchanges, Dai Hao suddenly reverted to human form, stepped back, and opened his mouth to unleash a White Tiger Light Wave.
The mirrored Dai Hao mirrored the action perfectly, releasing the same White Tiger Light Wave.
Boom!
The two identical attacks collided midair and dissipated simultaneously.
Neither side gained any advantage.
This was the essence of the mirrored tactic—
Absolute replication.
No matter what technique Dai Hao used, it would be copied instantly.
Even if the mirror could not defeat him outright, it would not lose either.
Such a method was undeniably frustrating.
Dai Hao gritted his teeth.
"What a disgusting ability… like a shadow that won't go away!"
But he also understood one thing clearly—
He could not afford to waste any more time here.
Because the real threat… was not the mirror.
It was Huo Yuhao.
"If I can't win, then I must escape!"
Just as this thought crossed his mind—
A calm voice sounded from above.
"Still thinking about running?"
Dai Hao's expression changed drastically. He looked up and finally spotted Yuhao sitting casually on a tree branch, watching the fight as if it were a performance.
A bitter smile appeared on Dai Hao's face.
Because at that moment, he understood—
There was no escape.
"Huo Yuhao… can you spare me this once?"
Under the pressure of death, the proud White Tiger Duke actually lowered his head and asked for mercy.
Yuhao was slightly surprised.
But soon, a faint sneer appeared on his lips.
"White Tiger Duke… if our positions were reversed, would you spare me?"
Hearing this, Dai Hao's face turned pale.
He lowered his head slowly, his voice low and hoarse.
"I… understand."
But before he could finish—
His foot slammed into the ground.
Boom!
Using the recoil force, he shot toward Yuhao like a cannonball.
At the same time, his eighth soul ring lit up brightly.
"If you won't let me live—then die with me!"
Dai Hao roared as his aura surged to its peak. The power of his desperate strike increased dramatically under the enhancement of his eighth soul skill.
Wrapped in dark light, he reached Yuhao in an instant.
At that very moment—
Yuhao moved.
Roar!
A dragon's roar echoed as golden light erupted from his body.
Behind him, the faint phantom of a golden dragon appeared, exuding an ancient and tyrannical aura.
In the sky, it was as if a White Tiger and a Golden Dragon were colliding.
However—
The clash only lasted a few exchanges.
Within moments, the White Tiger phantom was torn apart by the Golden Dragon's claws, dispersing into fragments of light.
Reality returned.
Dai Hao's body froze in place.
A golden spear had pierced straight through his chest.
The Golden Dragon Spear.
The spear emitted a faint hum as it devoured Dai Hao's life force relentlessly.
In just a few breaths, his skin became dry and wrinkled, and his hair rapidly turned gray.
At the other end of the spear, Yuhao held it firmly with one hand, his expression calm.
Looking at Dai Hao, who was on the verge of death, he spoke indifferently:
"Oh, right… I forgot to tell you."
"My surname… was never truly Huo."
"It should be Dai."
Hearing these words, Dai Hao's dim eyes suddenly widened.
With his last bit of strength, he looked carefully—
And saw the faint double pupils within Yuhao's eyes.
"You… you are…"
He struggled to raise his hand, but before he could finish speaking—
His life had already been completely drained.
Yuhao watched silently as Dai Hao's body collapsed.
There was no fluctuation in his expression.
After all, he was not the original Huo Yuhao.
He had no emotional attachment to this man.
Even if it were the original owner of this body—
What remained would likely be only hatred.
Thud.
Yuhao flicked the Golden Dragon Spear, shaking off the lifeless body.
At the same time, the immense vitality absorbed from a Level 94 Titled Douluo surged back into him.
His blood qi rose sharply, becoming even more vigorous.
"This method of increasing blood qi is indeed efficient…"
Yuhao glanced briefly at the corpse on the ground.
"…but it is no different from the methods of evil soul masters."
He let out a soft chuckle.
Without another glance, he turned and spread his Golden Dragon Wings, flying toward the direction of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
...
Star Luo Empire — Star Luo City, Royal Palace
Bang!
A delicate teacup shattered violently against the ground, fragments scattering everywhere.
"What did you say?! Dai Hao has been gone for more than ten days?!"
Xu Jiawei stood up abruptly, his usual composure completely gone.
Hidden beneath his anger was a trace of unease.
Kneeling below was a Soul Douluo-level royal retainer.
Facing the emperor's fury, he dared not hesitate.
"Yes, Your Majesty. According to the Duke's Mansion, the White Tiger Duke left shortly after the Elite Tournament ended. His destination remains unknown."
"Trouble… this is trouble…"
Xu Jiawei paced back and forth anxiously.
No one else understood Dai Hao better than he did.
They had grown up together.
He knew exactly what Dai Hao would do.
"He must have gone to seek revenge…"
But that was precisely what worried him the most.
Because he also knew—
Such revenge had no chance of success.
Even the combined forces of Shrek Academy and the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy had failed.
How could a single Level 94 Titled Douluo succeed?
"I just hope… he knew when to retreat…"
Xu Jiawei's expression darkened.
After a moment of thought, he gave an order:
"Send people to secretly monitor the White Tiger Duke's Mansion. Keep it under control—but do not alert anyone."
The retainer hesitated slightly, clearly confused.
After all, the White Tiger Duke's status in the Star Luo Empire was extremely high.
But before he could ask—
Xu Jiawei's voice turned cold.
"Go. Now."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The retainer immediately bowed and left.
After he departed, Xu Jiawei spoke quietly toward the empty air:
"Please make a trip and locate Dai Hao."
He paused briefly before adding:
"Whether alive or dead… bring him back."
The air rippled faintly.
Then returned to stillness.
Xu Jiawei slowly sat back down, resting his chin on his hand, deep in thought.
"Dai Hao… if it has truly come to this…"
"…then don't blame me for being ruthless."
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