The two remaining guards came to their senses when they heard their companions' shrill screams. They were so frightened that they dared not hold back and quickly activated their Martial Spirits.
Two Spirit Rings slowly rose from under the feet of the two men. One of them had two white Spirit Rings. As his Martial Spirit was released, a long sword that looked very ordinary appeared in his hand. The other one had one white and one yellow Spirit Ring, and brown fur appeared on his body. It was unknown what kind of beast Martial Spirit it was.
The guard with the beast Spirit swung his arm, and his fist smashed toward Huo Yuhao with a whistling wind. The other guard's first Spirit Ring lit up, a faint light appeared on the broad blade, and he slashed down right after.
Before reaching the level of 10 and obtaining the first Spirit Ring, the physical fitness of a Spirit Master would not be much different from that of an ordinary person. The difference in hard power had been made up after Yuhao burst out with dark blue light. All that was left was to rely on his experience from hundreds of battles in his previous life to ruthlessly crush the two of them.
He squatted down to avoid the incoming fist, then rushed forward and pounced on the oncoming blade. In the process, he raised the White Tiger Dagger diagonally upwards, just blocking the blade of the long sword. A sound of metal rubbing against each other rang out, and the blade rubbed against the White Tiger Dagger, bursting out a series of bright sparks, and finally got stuck on the hilt.
At this moment, Huo Yuhao slammed into the other person. Caught off guard, the fellow fell backward. With his head dizzy, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in the wrist holding the sword, causing him to scream.
Huo Yuhao's frail body was pressing down on the guard, and the White Tiger dagger was piercing deeply into the guard's wrist like tofu.
Feeling his opponent's struggle, Yuhao's eyes became fierce, and he grasped the handle of the dagger with both hands and twisted it hard.
Scarlet blood splattered out, and the nerves were completely severed. The guard's palm could no longer hold the long sword, and his body began to spasm uncontrollably. Huo Yuhao indifferently pulled out the dagger, slowly stood up, and tilted his head to look at the last guard standing.
The last guard was trembling and his face looked pale. At this moment, he wanted to curse the young man next to Dai Huabin.
The kid has only first-level Spirit Power my ass!
But now is obviously not the time to retreat, otherwise, if something happened to Dai Huabin, the ending that awaited him would not be much better than death.
He let out a loud shout and rushed towards Huo Yuhao. His second yellow Spirit Ring lit up at this time, and his brown hair was dyed in a light silver-gray color, which seemed to have improved his defence a lot.
Although he knew that this might not be able to completely protect him from the sharpness of the dagger, at least it would prevent him from the fate of the others who couldn't even withstand a single blow.
The distance between the two men instantly closed, Yuhao raised the dagger again and stabbed it straight at him, but this time, the guard found that the thin blade seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy golden light.
He reflexively raised his hairy arm to block, and there was a sound like a blade piercing leather. The sharp blade did not break his defence immediately.
This was also within the guard's expectations. He endured the pain in his arm and stretched out his other hand, trying to strangle Yuhao's neck.
However, just as he raised his arm, he felt a mental force filled with a domineering aura flowing into his body through the wound, rushing into his mind and exploding.
It was as if someone had hit his head with a hammer, and he felt intense pain and dizziness. Yuhao, who had been prepared for this, would naturally not miss the opportunity. He drew out his dagger and slashed horizontally.
A thin line appeared on the guard's neck, and bright red blood was flowing out from the wound. Feeling the stinging pain in his throat, he instinctively raised his hand and touched it. Looking at the color on his arm, he opened his mouth tremblingly, but could only let out a hoarse roar like a leak.
Finally, under Yuhao's gaze, he slowly collapsed.
The six-year-old Dai Huabin had never seen such a tragic scene. It must be known that he had just awakened his Martial Spirit not long ago. He watched Huo Yuhao slash the remaining three people with the dagger. His body felt like it was filled with lead. No matter how hard he tried to control it, he could not move at all.
Finally, Yuhao dealt with the last guard. He straightened up while panting and turned to look at Dai Huabin. His beautiful blue eyes were like a spirit-devouring abyss in the eyes of the other.
The young man next to Dai Huabin also looked pale and spoke tremblingly - "You, you are not Huo Yuhao."
Yuhao raised his eyebrows upon hearing this and became more alert. His name at this time, as known to others, was Dai Yuhao.
He strode towards the two of them. Dai Huabin subconsciously took two steps back. The coldness and arrogance on his face was no longer there. Then he spoke in a trembling voice as if he had found a life-saving straw.
"You can't kill me, otherwise you will regret it. The Duke's Mansion and my mother will not let you go. You will face an endless hunt until you and your mother die!"
"Yes, the Duchess is capable of such a thing."
Huo Yuhao nodded in agreement and walked toward Dai Huabin at a steady pace. Then, the fist with golden light continued to grow larger in front of his eyes.
"You know what? People get three gifts in their lifetime."
With a bang, Dai Huabin was knocked to the ground with blood splattering from his nose.
"The first gift is what your mother taught you."
As the words fell, the strength brought from the Source of Pride invaded his body, madly destroying his remaining sanity. The severe pain even made him unable to scream.
"The second gift is what society teaches you."
Huo Yuhao's voice was still ringing in his ears, and then the White Tiger Dagger pierced through his palm that was supporting the ground.
"The third gift is opportunities. You can't choose the first two gifts, but your future is usually under your control."
Huo Yuhao squatted down, roughly pulled up his blond hair, and calmly looked into the pair of eyes with the White Tiger family's iconic pupils. The chill emanating from them even suppressed the other person's body spasms.
"I don't know where your confidence and sense of superiority come from that you can kill anyone you want."
"Maybe it's because of the environment you grew up in. The Duchess protected you very well. People around you flattered you, making you feel that everything in this world belongs to you. Even if some things are not yours now, they will be yours sooner or later."
"But unfortunately, because of you and your mother, I have become your enemy. So your third gift is me."
"Because of me, everything you rely on will no longer exist in the future."
"Perhaps after this incident, you will grow up and become sensible, but because you made me your enemy..."
Yuhao brought his mouth closer to Huabin's ears and whispered in a deep voice: "In all the years to come, in your most private moments, I want you to remember, my hand, at your throat, I want you to remember, the one servant who crushed you."
Huo Yuhao leaned close to the other person's ear and spoke in a gentle voice, but it sounded like the devil from hell announcing his fate.
Experiencing a nightmare-like scene at such a young age and being hit head-on by the Source of Pride - a divine power - was enough to leave an indelible nightmare in Dai Huabin's mind.
"And all this is because of your words of never giving up."
As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger that was stuck in Dai Huabin's palm suddenly twisted. The severe pain made him open his mouth. However, before he screamed, Yuhao had already pulled out the dagger and kicked him in the face.
Dai Huabin, whose face was ravaged again and looked extremely miserable, finally fainted. After doing all this, Yuhao looked at the young man beside him, and the coldness in his eyes became deeper.
The young man suppressed his trembles of fear and forced a flattering smile on his face, the same one he had given to Dai Huabin before, looking extremely funny.
"You, you are also a transmigrator, right?"