Douluo Unrivaled: The Beginning Materializes the Black Abyss and White Flowers

Dai Hao took a deep breath, as if suppressing all his emotions, leaving only the soldier's last bit of iron will and dignity.

He patted Dai Yueheng's shoulder heavily and said in a deep voice:

"There's no point in saying more now that things have come to this. Since we're here, let's... fight."

He straightened his blood-stained back, his eyes blazing as he surveyed the surrounding enemies, his voice like a tiger's roar echoing across the battlefield:
"In the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, there are no cowards who fear death. Today, I, Dai Hao, and my eldest son, Dai Yueheng, will shed our last drop of blood for our Star Luo Empire. Gentlemen, follow me—to fight to the death."

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

Inspired by Dai Hao's resolute determination, the surviving Star Luo soldiers unleashed their final roar, creating a tragic atmosphere that soared into the sky.

However, no one present, including Orange, noticed it.

In a distorted shadowy space not far from the battlefield, a figure shrouded in a black robe silently watched everything unfold.

It was Huo Yuhao.

Through his mental detection, he clearly and vividly witnessed the scene of "filial piety" between Dai Hao and Dai Yueheng, as they faced death side by side.

Dai Hao's bravery and determination in sacrificing himself for his country filled him with an indescribable sense of pride—look, this is the source of his bloodline, a towering hero, a fearless commander.

But then, a surge of jealousy and anger, like a venomous snake, rushed up and almost overwhelmed his reason.

Why?
Why should Dai Yueheng be able to stand openly by his side, fight alongside him, be scolded by him, and be protected by him?

Why should Dai Hao be angry and anxious about Dai Yueheng's safety, but ignore Huo Yuhao and his poor mother, letting them suffer all kinds of bullying in the mansion, until the mother died of depression?

The father-son bond he had never received, nor even dared to hope for, was now so vivid and so glaringly displayed before him.

Huo Yuhao's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, and his hands under his black robe clenched tightly, his knuckles cracking.

His eyes, hidden in the shadows, were now filled with endless anger, pain, and a complex emotion that was almost twisted.

He watched Dai Hao risk his life to protect Dai Yueheng and his men, and watched Dai Yueheng risk his life to save his father... This deeply moving scene, however, became the sharpest irony and the cruelest punishment in his eyes.

"What a touching scene of fatherly love..."

Huo Yuhao squeezed out these words through clenched teeth, his voice low and hoarse, filled with an extremely suppressed storm.

He might have had some hesitation at first, but now, witnessing all of this, the flame of "revenge" in his heart burned more intensely than ever before.

He not only wanted to destroy the White Tiger Duke's faith and career, but he also wanted to make this "great" father taste a deeper and more painful despair than his mother had experienced.

The deadly net meticulously woven by the Sun and Moon Empire has finally begun to tighten relentlessly.

Under Ju Zi's command, the two Soul Master Corps, Evil Lord and Fire Phoenix, together with Starry Sky Douluo Ye Yulin's level-nine Soul Guidance Device, launched a final annihilation attack on the Star Luo remnants who were surrounded.

High in the sky, countless soul-guided probes acted like cold eyes, clearly transmitting every subtle movement and fluctuation of soul power of the Star Luo Army back to Ju Zi's command network.

Faced with such a technological advantage that is almost like a dimensional reduction attack, the military talent that Duke Dai Hao of the White Tiger was so proud of seemed so pale and powerless.

"Break through to the left flank, Xuan Guang Douluo, I'm counting on you."

Dai Hao was covered in blood, and his White Tiger form was in ruins, but he was still roaring and giving orders.

"Rest assured, Duke."

Xuan Guang Douluo roared and unleashed his Xuan Guang Domain at full power, attempting to tear open a gap.

However, what awaited them was a coordinated soul guidance formation that the Evil Lord Soul Master Corps had already set up.

Countless dark rays intertwined to form a web of death, instantly shattering the Xuan Guang Domain into pieces. Xuan Guang Douluo himself was hit simultaneously by several level-nine soul-guided rays from different angles, and his protective soul power shattered like paper. This powerful titled Douluo didn't even have time to scream before turning into ashes in the blinding light.

"Xuan Guang!!"

The Blazing Sun Douluo's eyes were bloodshot, and flames surged violently around him as he tried to fight back. However, he was firmly bound by the Starry Sky Chains shot by Starry Sky Douluo Ye Yulin. Then, the concentrated attack of the Fire Phoenix Soul Mentor Group completely engulfed him in the sea of ​​fire from the explosion.

One after another, military titled Douluo and noble powerhouses loyal to the White Tiger lineage perished like candles in the wind under the absolute gap in strength and the crushing power of technology.

They fought desperately, retreating as they fought, covering dozens of miles, their path strewn with the blood and corpses of the Xingluo soldiers, yet they could never break through that impenetrable encirclement.

"Father, be careful!"

Dai Yueheng suddenly pushed the exhausted Dai Hao away, while he himself was pierced through the chest by a tricky soul-guided ray.

His white tiger armor shattered like porcelain, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Key Balance!!"

Dai Hao held his son's limp body, his strong frame trembling violently, his voice hoarse with despair.

Blood kept spilling from Dai Yueheng's mouth. Looking at his father, his eyes were filled with resentment and longing. Finally, his head tilted to the side, and he breathed his last.

The death of his son before his eyes and the successive falls of his subordinates nearly drove Dai Hao to a mental breakdown.

He looked up to the sky and let out a mournful howl like a wounded beast, and his last guards fell one by one beside him.

In the end, he was all alone, standing amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, surrounded by countless Soul Masters and cold cannons of the Sun Moon Empire.

The white tiger phantom behind him finally couldn't be maintained and dissipated, revealing his true body, which was covered in wounds and bloodstains.

He leaned on his cracked sword, barely managing to stand, as he surveyed the indifferent or mocking gazes of his enemies.

After a couple of bitter laughs, Dai Hao's face showed a resolute expression.

He knew that the White Tiger Duke of the Star Luo Empire must not be taken prisoner by the enemy, as that would deal a devastating blow to the empire's morale.

"Your Majesty... Your subject has done his best..."

He muttered to himself, then suddenly raised the sword in his hand and, without hesitation, slashed it towards his own neck.

The sharp blade had even cut through the skin on his neck, drawing blood.

On the high platform, Ju Zi watched this scene indifferently, her heart calm, even with a sense of relief.

She did not order an arrest. While capturing him alive would have been better, deep down she preferred to see this "enemy" who had haunted her for half her life die on the spot, thus putting an end to her long-blurred childhood hatred.

However, at this critical moment——

Mutation regeneration.

Without any warning, a strange, dark shadow, seemingly capable of devouring all light, swept across the center of the battlefield at a speed beyond perception.

The next moment, the space within a radius of several hundred meters centered on Dai Hao suddenly twisted and changed.

All the Soul Masters, soldiers, and even the powerful Starry Sky Douluo Ye Yulin within this area felt a blur before their eyes, as if their consciousness had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness, with countless eerie whispers and illusions ringing in their ears.

They saw their deepest fears, their most desired things, their most painful memories... The entire elite encirclement fell into a collective mental illusion in that instant.

"Damn it, what kind of monster dares to disturb my army's morale?! Break!" Starry Sky Douluo Ye Yulin, after all, had a profound cultivation. He was only distracted for less than three seconds before he suddenly woke up. He roared and starlight shone brightly around him. The powerful soul force surged out like a storm, forcibly dispelling the mental illusions that enveloped him.

With his roar, the other soul masters and soldiers gradually came to their senses.

However, in that extremely brief moment of chaos—

The White Tiger Duke Dai Hao, who was standing in the center of the encirclement and about to commit suicide, along with that strange black shadow, had vanished without a trace.

All that remained was his broken sword, now only half-destroyed and stuck in the ground, along with a few drops of still-dried blood.

"What about people?!"

Ye Yulin was both shocked and furious. Her powerful mental energy swept across the entire battlefield like mercury, but she could no longer detect any trace of Dai Hao.

Standing on the command platform, Ju Zi's expression changed for the first time.

Her meticulously planned assassination scheme ultimately failed.

Who could possibly possess such skill, rescuing someone in such a bizarre way right under the noses of the Starry Sky Douluo and the two major Soul Master Corps?
All possible forces flashed through her mind:

The Star Luo Royal Family? Impossible. Xu Jiawei and Xu Jiujiu had already reached a tacit understanding with Lu Jingming. The White Tiger lineage and its affiliated forces were simply discarded pawns. They were eager to use the Sun Moon Empire to eliminate Dai Hao and would never send anyone to rescue him.

The Heavenly Soul Empire? They are barely able to protect themselves, having been nearly wiped out in the Emerald Plains. How could they possibly have the resources to cross borders to rescue a duke from another country?
The Douling Empire? That's even more impossible. They might not even have a decent expert, so how could they possibly have such unpredictable methods?
"Who is it?!"

Orange frowned and muttered to herself.

But soon, a top-secret intelligence report from Haiyuan City about the new leader of the Holy Spirit Cult surfaced in her mind.

"So... it was him."

Orange instantly understood, but her eyes showed even more confusion.

"According to the intelligence, doesn't he also hate Dai Hao? Why is he here to save him?"

She couldn't understand Huo Yuhao's motives.

However, the mission is not yet completely over.

"Pass the order."

Orange suppressed the distracting thoughts in her mind, and her voice returned to its icy tone.

"The Evil Lord Soul Master Corps, immediately launch a fan-shaped search in the southeast direction. All high-altitude detection soul tools are at full power to search for any suspicious mental fluctuations and energy traces. We must find them alive or dead."

"Yes."

Watching the Soul Master Corps move quickly, Orange felt a sense of loss.

She turned around and waved to the Fire Phoenix Soul Master Group.

"let's go."

Has the revenge been avenged?
Dai Hao's fate is unknown, but the foundation of the White Tiger lineage has been severed. With Dai Yueheng's death in battle, the military forces loyal to him have been almost completely eradicated.

The nightmare that once suffocated her seemed to have dissipated.

But why does my heart feel empty? There's no sense of satisfaction after revenge, only endless exhaustion and... emptiness.

She got into her car and never looked back at the scorched earth soaked in blood.

Her war seemed to be over.

Consciousness struggled to rise from the boundless darkness and chaos, like a drowning person finally breaking through the surface of the water.

Dai Hao suddenly opened his eyes, breathing heavily. The last images in his mind flashed repeatedly like a nightmare—the battlefield with blood and flesh flying everywhere, the desperate roars of his subordinates, the broken umbrella of Xuanji Douluo, the flames of Lieyang Douluo burning out... and the burning sensation of Dai Yueheng's chest being pierced by rays and blood splattering on his face when he pushed him away, and his son's last unwilling and lingering gaze.

"Key Balance...!"

He let out a low growl of pain and instinctively touched his neck, where there was only a shallow, congealed bloodstain.

The memory finally freezes on the moment when I raised my knife and committed suicide, and then... a black shadow as fast as a ghost approached, followed by bizarre illusions and distortions of space.

Who was it? Who saved me?

He suddenly sat up, looking around warily.

This is a desolate hillside, the gloomy sky hangs low, and the air is filled with the scent of earth and vegetation.

His gaze was instantly drawn to a figure not far away.

A figure shrouded in a wide black robe stood silently before a solitary grave, his back to him.

That grave… Dai Hao’s pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

How could he not recognize it? It was a cenotaph he had erected years ago, filled with endless guilt and sorrow, for the woman he deeply loved but had betrayed—Huo Yun'er.

Why did you bring me here?! A huge sense of surprise and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

"who are you?"

Dai Hao struggled to his feet, his body covered in wounds, his voice hoarse and wary.

"Why did you save me? And why did you bring me here?"

The figure in black robes slowly turned around.

His face was obscured by the shadow of the hood, but one could feel a cold, piercing gaze upon him.

Without answering his question, the man in black simply lifted his hood and extended a pale hand, holding an ancient-looking dagger that gleamed with a cold, white light.

Upon seeing the dagger, Dai Hao was struck dumb, and his expression changed drastically.

"The White Tiger Dagger?!"

He exclaimed in shock, for this was a token of the White Tiger Duke's lineage; he could not possibly be mistaken.

"Why...why is it in your hands?!"

But as soon as he said it, he stopped abruptly, an unbelievable thought flashing into his mind like lightning.

He turned his head sharply, staring intently at the solitary grave, then looked at the vaguely familiar face of the man in black robes. Instantly, he remembered the identity of the person in front of him: Huo Yuhao, a disciple of Shrek Academy, and his Spirit Eye Martial Soul.

He clearly remembered that Huo Yun'er's martial soul was the Spirit Eye.

During the competition, he had felt something was amiss when he saw Huo Yuhao's Spirit Eye Martial Soul, but Huo Yuhao's subsequent display of his second Martial Soul, Extreme Ice, made him suppress his absurd speculation and believe it was just a coincidence. (End of Chapter)