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Chapter 338 If I can't be remembered for good, then I'll be remembered for bad.

A week later, a major event occurred on the continent: Dugu Bo, an elder of the Spirit Hall and a titled Douluo, announced his defection from the Spirit Hall and his return to the Heaven Dou Empire.

With his unparalleled poison skills and masterful use of the terrain, Dugu Bo broke through the encirclement and suppression of the Spirit Hall and plunged into the protective formation of Heaven Dou City.

According to insiders, when Dugu Bo entered the city, his black robe was tattered, bloodstains were hanging from the corner of his mouth, the purple mist surrounding him was almost solidified, and his cloudy eyes were full of exhaustion, yet also revealed a resolute ruthlessness.

Standing at the city gate of Heaven Dou City, he addressed the Heaven Dou Empire's Imperial Guards who had rushed to the scene upon hearing the news, and declared with resounding conviction the reason for his return: "I have betrayed the Spirit Hall today, not for power, but solely to repay Prince Xue Xing's life-saving grace!"

These words caused an uproar throughout Tiandou City, and the news spread to every corner of the continent at an astonishing speed.

The Spirit Hall was furious, while the Heaven Dou Empire was overjoyed. The people spread the news, saying that Poison Douluo had surrendered and Heaven Dou had gained another peerless powerhouse, enough to rival the Spirit Hall.

Spies from various factions flooded into Heaven Dou City like a swarm of locusts crossing a river. In restaurants and teahouses, discussions about the matter never ceased, day and night. Storytellers recounted with great enthusiasm how Dugu Bo fought three enemies single-handedly and broke through the encirclement; merchants and celebrities whispered among themselves, speculating whether the Spirit Hall would launch an attack on the Heaven Dou Empire because of this.

A five-star commentator from the Heaven Dou Empire remarked, "Although the Spirit Hall is at its zenith, boasting ten Title Douluos under its command, it ultimately dares not lightly invade the Heaven Dou territory. It is still wary of the Heaven Dou Empire's million-strong army, its sharp military might, its formidable city defenses, and the protection of its city-protecting array. Even if several Title Douluos from the Spirit Hall were to come out together, they wouldn't dare set foot in Heaven Dou City and openly arrest anyone!"

This statement immediately attracted widespread attention from society. MacArthur, another five-star commentator from the Heavenly Dou Empire, commented...

However, while the outside world was in an uproar, deep within the Heavenly Dou City Imperial Palace, inside the Avalanche Emperor's bedroom, a completely different scene unfolded.

The palace was furnished with extreme luxury. On the bright yellow dragon bed, there was a quilt woven from thousand-year-old warm jade, and priceless luminous pearls were inlaid in the lamp holders on the walls, emitting a soft glow. Yet, at this moment, a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere permeated this luxurious palace.

Huo Yuhao sat casually in the center of the dragon bed, his legs dangling off the edge, one hand supporting his chin, the other playing with a pure white soul tool.

He wore a plain-colored robe and had his blue hair cascading down his shoulders. He seemed nonchalant, but his eyes revealed a cold indifference and domineering presence that looked down on the world, as if everything in this world was nothing more than a plaything in his hands.

The once aloof and powerful Emperor Xue Beng of the Tian Dou Empire now stood before the dragon bed, his back ramrod straight, his hands gripping the hem of his dragon robe tightly, his face pale, and his forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

Prince Xuexing beside him also kept his head down, not daring to breathe. His former arrogant and domineering aura had long since disappeared without a trace. The uncle and nephew looked like two schoolchildren who had made a mistake, nervously watching Huo Yuhao on the dragon bed, not daring to lift their eyelids.

Xue Beng inwardly groaned. He was now the supreme ruler of the Heaven Dou Empire, wielding the power of life and death; a mere stomp of his foot could shake the entire empire. Yet, before Huo Yuhao, this emperor had not a shred of dignity.

He clearly remembered that just three days ago, the ancestor of the Heaven Dou Empire, Swan Douluo, emerged from seclusion to prepare to protect the avalanche.

However, Huo Yuhao's mere glance at Swan Douluo was enough to strike the level 98 Swan Douluo as if struck by lightning. The Swan Douluo trembled violently, his martial soul instantly dissipated, and he uncontrollably knelt on the ground, uttering pitiful pleas for mercy, not daring to even lift his head.

It wasn't until that moment that Xue Beng truly understood the incredible level of Huo Yuhao's strength. It was an absolute power that surpassed all Title Douluos, a terrifying pressure that even a peak Level 98 Douluo couldn't resist.

Let alone an emperor as powerless as himself, even the entire million-strong army of the Heaven Dou Empire would be nothing more than a bunch of chickens and dogs in front of Huo Yuhao. For Huo Yuhao, crushing him would be easier than crushing an ant.

The silence in the palace lasted for a long time, so long that Xue Beng felt his legs were about to go numb, before Huo Yuhao finally spoke slowly, his voice tinged with amusement, breaking the suffocating silence: "Xue Beng, do you still remember the promise you made to me?"

Huo Yuhao's voice wasn't loud, but it exploded in Xue Beng's ears like thunder. Xue Beng trembled, his face instantly turning ashen, cold sweat trickling down his cheeks and dripping onto his dragon robe, spreading into a small, dark stain.

How could he possibly forget?

Back then, he was an unfavored prince, constantly suppressed by Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, his life hanging by a thread. It was Huo Yuhao who found him, promising to help him eliminate Xue Qinghe and ascend the throne.

In order to survive and for the supreme imperial power, he almost unhesitatingly agreed to Huo Yuhao's conditions. After ascending the throne, he assisted Huo Yuhao in killing the crown prince of the Star Luo Empire, Davis.

Xue Qinghe and Emperor Xue Ye had long since died at the hands of the Spirit Hall, and he had finally ascended the dragon throne as he had wished. But this promise had become a huge boulder weighing on his heart, a boulder that could bring the Heaven Dou Empire to its doom.

Kill Davis?

Who is Davis? He is the Crown Prince of the Star Luo Empire, the future heir apparent! Killing him in the name of the Heaven Dou Empire means that a full-scale war, a war to the death, will break out between the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire!

How powerful is the Star Luo Empire? Its people are fierce and its army is valiant and skilled in battle, with several Title Douluo leading the charge. Although the Heaven Dou Empire is not weak either, once war breaks out, it will inevitably cause widespread devastation, displaced people, and the destruction of decades of accumulation.

Xue Beng's lips trembled, his face contorted with grief like a condemned prisoner about to be led to the execution ground. He struggled to raise his head and looked at Huo Yuhao, his voice trembling with a pleading tone: "Holy Son—can you—can you give me some more time?"

"I...I need to think about it some more—"

The only solution he can think of right now is to stall.

However, his little schemes were child's play compared to Huo Yuhao's.

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao's lips curled into a cold smile, devoid of any warmth and radiating a chilling aura. He sneered, his voice like ice and snow in the dead of winter, striking the heart of an avalanche: "You'd better not try to stall me for time."

Before Huo Yuhao finished speaking, a terrifying pressure suddenly emanated from him, sweeping across the entire palace. The light of the luminous pearl dimmed instantly, and the air seemed to freeze. Xue Beng and Xue Xing felt as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing on their chests, making it difficult to even breathe.

"I can send Xue Qinghe and Emperor Xue Ye to meet your ancestors, and naturally, I can send you to meet them as well. Killing you is no different from stepping on an ant."

As he spoke, Huo Yuhao simply raised his finger slightly.

In an instant, Xue Beng felt an invisible force appear out of nowhere, like a giant hand, suddenly gripping his throat. His body floated uncontrollably, his feet leaving the ground, a sharp pain shooting through his neck, and a suffocating feeling washing over him like a tidal wave.

He struggled desperately, his hands flailing wildly, trying to pry open the invisible giant hand, but his fingers could only pass through nothingness. His face turned from white to green, then from green to purple, his eyes bulged, his tongue almost sticking out, and a desperate "whoosh" came from his throat.

Xue Xing watched with fury, wanting to plead for mercy, but when Huo Yuhao's icy gaze swept over him, he felt as if he were frozen, his feet as heavy as lead, unable to take a single step, and could only watch helplessly as the avalanche struggled painfully in mid-air.

"Cough—cough cough—" Xue Beng's consciousness began to blur, the shadow of death looming over his entire body. He knew that Huo Yuhao was not joking; he really dared to kill him!

Before absolute power, imperial authority, dignity, and a million-strong army are nothing but a joke!

With his last ounce of strength, Xue Beng struggled to squeeze out words of pleading for mercy, his voice hoarse and barely audible: "Spare me—Spare me—Holy Son—Spare me—I—I promise you—I promise you—"

Huo Yuhao's cold smile deepened.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the invisible giant hand that had been choking the avalanche vanished instantly.

With a "thud," the avalanche crashed heavily to the ground. He clutched his neck, coughing violently and gasping for breath, as if trying to expel all the air from his lungs.

His face remained pale, his eyes filled with fear, and the way he looked at Huo Yuhao was like a mouse looking at a cat, filled with awe and despair.

Huo Yuhao looked down at him, his eyes indifferent, as if he had just done something insignificant. He spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of condescension: "You should thank me."

Xue Beng coughed, raised his head, and looked at Huo Yuhao blankly.

"I didn't even have anyone from your Heaven Dou Empire make a move," Huo Yuhao said calmly. "I just had Xue Xing make an appearance and put on a show."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Xue Beng and Xue Xing, a hint of undeniable authority in his eyes: "Considering you're somewhat sensible, I can spare your lives in the end. I'll allow you two, uncle and nephew, to enjoy your twilight years in peace."

This sentence is like a pardon, yet also like a death warrant.

This meant that they had guessed correctly; Huo Yuhao's target had always been the two great empires, and the Spirit Hall's ambition to dominate remained undiminished. However, even knowing this, they felt only a sense of powerlessness.

They knew that from this day forward, the fate of the Heaven Dou Empire was completely in Huo Yuhao's hands.

The two emperors and the prince were nothing more than puppets in Huo Yuhao's hands, at his mercy.

"Alright, stop looking so sad. Cheer up. At least you can be emperor for a few more months. Make the most of these few months and enjoy yourself."

Upon hearing Huo Yuhao's words, Xue Beng simply nodded numbly.

Since it can't be remembered for its good deeds, Avalanche is determined to be remembered for its bad deeds.

From now on, I'll just abolish the morning court sessions and have several pairs of twins keep me company every night.

Huo Yuhao patted Xue Xing on the shoulder: "Send a letter of invitation to Davis of the Star Luo Empire now, and prepare to set off for the Star Luo Empire."