Douluo Continent: Copying Ya Li, the Carefree King of the Sun and Moon

The remnant army, on the verge of collapse, was managed to hold on for a moment thanks to his fierce and courageous momentum.

But it only lasted for a moment.

On the high ground on the east side of the valley, oranges stand quietly in the wind.

Her long, orange-red hair fluttered in the wind as she held a command flag in her hand, her eyes filled with excitement—the excitement of avenging a great grudge.

She glanced at Dai Hao below, who was fighting desperately and was at his wit's end, then looked at her own army, which was unharmed and as solid as a rock, and her voice was filled with excitement.

"Fire."

The command flag was suddenly waved down.

Three hundred level-seven soul-guided cannons roared simultaneously, and countless high-energy beams pierced the smoke-filled sky, precisely covering all gaps and retreat routes of the remaining troops.

The moment the beam of light hit the ground, a violent explosion erupted, sending debris and dust flying everywhere, and billowing smoke enveloping the valley.

The already precarious formation of the remnant army was completely torn apart by this round of artillery fire, leaving them with no power to resist.

Dai Hao was the first to be hit. His dark gold armor was blasted in several places by the aftershocks of the artillery fire. He was covered in blood, and his left arm hung limply at his side. He was clearly seriously injured.

But he remained firmly in the center of the battlefield, refusing to retreat an inch.

Behind him were the remnants of his forces, who had suffered a complete rout and were fleeing in all directions; in front of him was the relentless, murderous Sun and Moon Iron Army.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the orange-red figure on the high ground.

Orange's gaze also fell directly on him.

Two gazes, separated by the smoke of gunpowder, the corpses scattered on the ground, and the blood feud of twenty years, collided fiercely in mid-air.

There was a hint of relief in Ju Zi's eyes; there was no rage, no madness, only a calm.

Twenty years ago, this was the man in front of her who personally killed her father.

She was only a few years old that year, innocent and unaware.

Before her father left for war, he gently stroked her head and promised with a smile that he would continue to cook for her when he returned.

But that time, my father never returned.

She waited for the candy day after day until it melted, until one dark day a soldier entered her house and gave her a pension. Only then did she realize, in a daze, that her father had died.

He died on the battlefield, killed by Dai Hao's blade.

"The hatred of killing one's father."

Orange murmured softly, "Eternal enemies."

She abandoned the command flag, drew her soul-guided longsword from her waist, leaped off the high ground, and charged towards Dai Hao at lightning speed.

Almost at the same moment, on the other side of the battlefield, a dark blue figure sped towards them.

It's Huo Yuhao.

He wore a crisp, dark blue military uniform, the silver star epaulets on his shoulders gleaming in the light of battle, and he gripped a pure white short blade tightly in his hand.

The short blade is long and sharp, with a cold, gleaming edge. On the hilt, two characters are clearly engraved: White Tiger.

This is the White Tiger Dagger.

It is said to be a token of love given by Dai Hao to Huo Yun'er, and also the only memento and only keepsake left to Huo Yuhao after Huo Yun'er's tragic death.

Huo Yuhao's hand holding the knife was as steady as a rock, but deep within his usually calm and collected eyes, a raging storm had already begun to brew.

Twenty years of hatred, twenty years of grievances, twenty years of forbearance and resentment, all accumulated in his eyes, almost bursting forth.

He would always remember the dilapidated woodshed in the backyard of the White Tiger Duke's mansion.

My frail and sickly mother was bedridden, pale and thin, coughing and wheezing every day. Each cough would bring up bright red blood, staining her tattered pillowcase.

As a young boy, he knelt by the bedside, tightly holding his mother's cold hand, repeatedly promising to find a doctor and cure her.

But each time, his mother would only smile weakly and whisper, "Yuhao, don't hate your father."

He had been obedient and patient, but the hatred in his heart had already taken root and sprouted.

They hated the cold-heartedness and indifference of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.

They hated the Duchess's viciousness, cruelty, and relentless harassment.

They hated their biological father, who held a high position and wielded power, yet never gave them, mother and son, a second glance.

He almost believed it before; Dai Hao didn't know he existed. But when he became a marquis and chatted and laughed with those nobles, he realized it was impossible...

In particular, a duke with real power would never be unaware of the situation in his own backyard, no matter how noble his wife might be.

Unless he didn't care, it's more likely that after weighing the pros and cons, he felt it wasn't worth offending his wife for the sake of an illegitimate child and a maid.

He had waited twenty years for this day.

Two figures, from two directions, each harboring a deep-seated hatred, simultaneously locked onto Dai Hao, who was in dire straits.

Dai Hao instantly sensed two deadly crises, and his scalp tingled.

He turned around abruptly, enduring the excruciating pain in his left arm, and used his longsword to parry the soul-guided sword that Ju Zi was thrusting at him. At the same time, he gathered immense soul power in his right hand and unleashed a powerful white tiger-shaped beam of light towards Huo Yuhao!

However, due to his severe injuries, his speed and strength were far from what they used to be.

The parrying longsword was a fraction of a second too slow; Ju Zi's soul-guided sword grazed the blade and precisely pierced his right shoulder, instantly penetrating flesh and blood.

At the same time, Huo Yuhao's figure suddenly disappeared.

It wasn't dodging or avoiding; the speed was so fast that Dai Hao's naked eye couldn't even track the trajectory!

The next second, Huo Yuhao appeared behind Dai Hao like a ghost.

The cold, sharp White Tiger Dagger was firmly pressed against Dai Hao's vital point in the back.

They attacked from both sides, their weapons locked in place.

Dai Hao was stiff all over and unable to move.

He tried to struggle and resist, but the long sword pierced his right shoulder and the sharp blade locked his life in his back. The two deadly forces held him firmly in place, leaving him with no chance of turning the tide.

"Dai Hao".

Huo Yuhao's voice slowly rang out, seemingly calm and even, but beneath it lay a monstrous hatred suppressed for twenty years, so intense that it almost devoured people.

Do you still remember Huo Yun'er?

Huo Yun'er.

These three words were like a sharp blade that had been sealed for twenty years, suddenly piercing Dai Hao's memory.

He had deliberately forgotten this name for many years, or rather, deliberately.

The White Tiger Duke's personal maid was chosen from among them because Huo Yun'er's eyebrows resembled those of the woman in question.

However, the princess didn't like it, and he was suspected by the emperor, so he ignored them.

After all, it's a woman and a child...

He's dead, so be it, but I never imagined he had achieved such great things...

Let's see if we can fool them...

"You are……"

Dai Hao turned his head with difficulty and looked at the young man in military uniform behind him.

The face before him seemed familiar.

"I am Huo Yuhao."

Huo Yuhao's voice was icy, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Huo Yun'er's son."

Xu Yanli watched the scene with great satisfaction from above. It was worth it for him to put Huo Yuhao in an army full of people who hated Dai Hao...

Hatred clashing with hatred will not diminish; it will only fester and deepen.

Huo Yuhao will not forgive Dai Hao either.

Shrek Academy.

At this moment, green light enveloped the entire Shrek Academy, and tree branches bound everyone on the island.

Chapter 209 Shrek Academy is doomed

Dai Hao's pupils suddenly contracted, his mind was shaken, and his throat felt as if it were blocked, with a thousand words stuck in his chest, unable to utter a single one.

Ahead, the orange still stands.

The Soul Guide Sword was still deeply embedded in Dai Hao's shoulder, its blade constantly soaked with blood.

She did not draw her sword, nor did she launch another attack. She simply watched the enemy who had ruined her life with cold and indifferent eyes.

"Dai Hao".

Orange's cool voice rang out, piercing through the smoke of battle.

Do you remember the battle at Sunset Mountains twenty years ago?

Dai Hao was shaken again, and his bloody memories from the past surged up wildly.

In that battle, he killed countless enemies and made outstanding contributions.

But in that chaotic battle, he killed not only enemy soldiers, but also countless enemy logistics personnel.

But he couldn't remember what grudge this person held against him.

“You killed my father with your own hands.” Orange’s tone was calm, revealing no emotion, yet every word was filled with anguish. “I was only a few years old that year, I didn’t understand anything, and you killed my only relative.”

She lowered her eyes slightly, a bitter smile playing on her lips.

"I have waited twenty years for this day."

Huo Yuhao gripped the White Tiger Dagger tightly, his fingertips turning slightly white, his eyes brimming with hatred.

He waited for twenty years.

From the moment his mother passed away, he longed to grow up, to become stronger, and to one day stand tall before this man and seek justice for his mother, which was twenty years overdue.

Now, my long-cherished wish has been fulfilled.