The Netherworld White Tiger was frozen by the biting cold. In an instant, a dark blue tiger-shaped ice sculpture with endless majesty stood in the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.

Its huge body maintained a pouncing posture, with its front paws raised high and its paws open. Its cold claws were hidden under the ice, as if it was gathering strength and waiting for the moment to break through the ice. The tiger's body was slightly arched, and the outline of its strong back muscles was clearly visible under the reflection of the ice. Although it was imprisoned, it still exuded the majestic aura of the past.

On the tiger's head, the eyes were wide open, but the originally sharp gaze was sealed by the ice layer, leaving only two ice lumps that seemed to be glaring at Xiao Yan through the ice layer. The unwillingness and resentment in the eyes seemed to burn holes in the ice layer.

At this moment, the entire White Tiger Duke's Mansion seemed to be torn between two extreme worlds, presenting a shocking scene of ice and fire.

With the Netherworld White Tiger as the core, the coldness spread out like surging waves. The layers of ice were like towering icebergs, swallowing everything in them.

Ice spikes crisscrossed each other, and wherever the cold air reached, everything was quickly frozen.

A thick layer of ice condensed on the ground, spreading to every corner of the mansion. The delicate stone roads were covered with ice, becoming slippery and dangerous. Occasionally, wisps of white mist rose from the cracks that were not completely frozen. That was the last bit of life squeezed out of the air by the extreme cold.

The surrounding buildings were not spared either, with huge icicles hanging on the walls, gleaming with a cold luster in the weak light. Icicles under the eaves were as thick as tree trunks, hanging down in varying lengths, as if they would fall at any time. The entire space was filled with thick cold fog, and the ice crystals in the fog were like stars.

On Xiao Yan's side, the condensation of the Buddha's wrathful fire lotus turned the surroundings into a blazing sea of ​​fire. The flames were like crazy demons, jumping and rolling, emitting endless heat and destructive aura. The air around the fire lotus was distorted by the high temperature, forming strange heat wave ripples that continued to spread in all directions.

The ground became charred and cracked under the licking of the Buddha's wrathful lotus, with flames and hot air spewing out of the cracks from time to time, as if the earth was also gasping in pain from the torment of the high temperature.

The two extreme forces of ice and fire confronted and collided with each other in the White Tiger Duke's Mansion. The cold and hot air currents in the edge areas intertwined, forming a chaotic energy vortex. Sometimes the ice edges were melted into water droplets by the flames, and then evaporated into water vapor in an instant by the high temperature.

The servants and domestics in the Duke's Mansion had already been frightened out of their wits by this sudden change. At the beginning of the battle, they were still doing their respective duties and busy in an orderly manner. However, with the intrusion of Xiao Yan and others and the outbreak of the battle, panic spread rapidly. Some servants ran around in panic, screaming and looking for a hiding place, but lost their way in this chaos of ice and fire; some collapsed to the ground, their eyes dull, frightened by the horrific scene before them; others tried to get close to rescue the injured guards, but were shaken back by the powerful energy fluctuations and fell on the cold ground or in the hot ruins.

“Duchess, go to hell!” Xiao Yan was seen floating in the air, shouting loudly, his voice resounding like a bell throughout the White Tiger Duke’s Mansion, that voice contained anger, hatred, and murderous intent...

As the shout came, Xiao Yan, with the force of a mountain pressing down, smashed the fire lotus in his hand towards the frozen Netherworld White Tiger.

The moment the Buddha's Fury Lotus left his hand, it dragged a long tail of flame, like a burning meteorite streaking across the sky and rushing towards its target.

Wherever it passed, the air was compressed rapidly, forming strong vortices of airflow, which were instantly ignited by the flames and turned into small fire storms, raging behind the fire lotus. The high temperature of the flames caused ripples in the surrounding space, as if it could not bear the weight and could break at any time.

The moment the fire lotus approached the Netherworld White Tiger, the violent flame power it released hit the ice sculpture first. The deep blue ice layer cracked rapidly under the scorching flame, and the ice began to melt, turning into water droplets that splashed and were instantly evaporated into water vapor by the high temperature.

The next second, the fire lotus broke through the ice layer and smashed heavily on the Nether White Tiger with an unstoppable momentum.

Boom! A thunderous explosion resounded through the sky, and the overwhelming waves of fire and the strong smell of destruction mixed together in the White Tiger Duke's Mansion. Finally, like the surging waves of the sea, it swept in all directions.

The terrifying fire wave swept in all directions, and everything in the White Tiger Duke's Mansion was instantly swallowed up by this force. The solid building was like a fragile building block in front of the fire wave, the walls collapsed in an instant, the roof was blown off, and the exquisite decorations turned into dust.

The flowers, plants and trees in the courtyard were burned to charcoal in an instant, leaving only a charred mark. The servants screamed in fear and tried to escape from this catastrophic disaster, but their efforts seemed futile in the face of the speed of the fire wave.

Some people were hit head-on by the fire wave, and their chests felt as if they were hit hard by a heavy hammer. A mouthful of bright red blood mixed with a stream of hot blood spurted out, and then quickly evaporated under the high temperature of the fire wave.

The sunlight pouring down from the sky also slowly dissipated at this moment. Waves of fire of several colors covered the sky above the White Tiger Duke's Mansion like layers of dark clouds. Even the sunlight could hardly penetrate the thick layer of fire clouds.

The fire wave mixed with terrifying energy swept across the sky. The guards in the mansion hurriedly landed for fear of being contaminated by the fire wave and meeting a miserable end.

On the street in the distance, some passers-by looked in the direction of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion in astonishment, their eyes full of fear. They could feel the terrifying power coming from the mansion, as if the end of the world was approaching.

In a relatively safe open space, Ji Juechen, Wang Qiuer and others flashed over from a distance, all of them looking a little embarrassed. The terrifying energy aftermath that swept in like a tsunami just now caught them off guard. Fortunately, they ran fast, and although they were hit and covered in dust, they did not suffer fatal injuries.

"Is everyone okay?" After everyone gathered, Ji Juechen looked at each other, quickly scanned his own people, and asked with concern.

"It's okay, luckily I ran fast." Beibei said with lingering fear.

"How is Xiao Yan now?" Wang Qiuer's face was a little pale at the moment, but her eyes were flashing with a fiery light as she stared in the direction of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.

"I don't know, but how much strength does this guy have hidden? Even though I have a high opinion of him, I still didn't expect that he could display a soul fusion skill that is powerful enough to defeat a Titled Douluo..." Hearing this, Xu Sanshi said in disbelief.

"He is in the fire wave, but we don't know whether he is dead or alive. Some of the skills this guy used are such that even he can't escape." Tang Ya said through gritted teeth as she looked at the White Tiger Duke's Mansion with thick fire clouds covering the sky.

When the violent vortex formed by the Buddha's Wrath Lotus reached its peak speed, as if it was going to stir the heaven and earth into endless chaos, three figures seemed to be mercilessly thrown out by the giant hand of fate, breaking through the waves of fire and falling rapidly towards the ground.

Instantly, everyone's eyes were drawn to this shocking scene. When everyone saw clearly, it was Xiao Yan, Dai Hao and the Duchess who emerged from the raging energy storm, the protagonists of this thrilling battle.

At this moment, Xiao Yan stood tall, his eyes were full of determination and coldness, except for his slightly disheveled clothes, he seemed not to be affected too much by the destructive force. On the other hand, Dai Hao and the Duchess were both in a state of frenzy, and were barely breathing. They had obviously suffered a near-fatal blow in the collision with the Buddha's wrathful lotus, and were now extremely weak and on the verge of coma, falling uncontrollably to the ground.

Xiao Yan spread his wings of ice and fire behind him and hovered steadily in the air. His eyes were like torches, instantly locking onto the Duchess below. At this moment, the flame of revenge in his heart was burning fiercely, and those painful memories of his mother kept surging in his mind like a surging tide.

"Duchess, today is the day for you to pay for your blood debt with blood!" Xiao Yan roared in his heart, and then his body swooped towards the Duchess like lightning.

The Duchess woke up slowly from the fall, feeling severe pain all over her body, her soul power was extremely disordered, and she was unable to muster any resistance at all. She looked at Xiao Yan who was approaching quickly in horror, her eyes full of despair and helplessness.

"Xiao Yan, you dare!" Dai Hao spoke with difficulty, his voice trembling as he roared.

Just when Xiao Yan's fist was about to hit the Duchess, a figure flashed like a ghost. It was Dai Hao. He knew the Duchess's dangerous situation at the moment, and although he was also seriously injured, he still stepped forward without hesitation.

Dai Hao endured the severe pain in his body, barely gathered a trace of soul power, and swung his arm to try to block Xiao Yan's fatal blow. "Bang!" With a dull thud, Xiao Yan's fist hit Dai Hao's arm heavily. Dai Hao only felt a surge of overwhelming force, and a sharp pain came from his arm, as if it was about to be broken. But he gritted his teeth and persisted, and did not retreat a single step.

Xiao Yan was slightly startled, not expecting Dai Hao to stop him at this moment. But there was no sign of retreat in his eyes, only a stronger killing intent.

"Dai Hao, do you think you can stop me?" Xiao Yan roared and punched the Duchess again.

Seeing this, Dai Hao had no choice but to continue to resist. He knew that he was no match for Xiao Yan, but in order to protect the Duchess, he had no choice. While he was struggling to resist Xiao Yan's attack, he shouted, "Xiao Yan, if you want to kill her, you have to get past me first!"

Xiao Yan's attacks were like a storm, and Dai Hao struggled to hold on. Every time he resisted, his injuries worsened. His face became paler and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but his eyes remained firm.

In the end, Dai Hao flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, and vomited blood.

"Hao!" the Duchess exclaimed, her eyes full of concern and worry.

Xiao Yan rushed towards the Duchess again without any pause.

The Duchess' eyes widened in horror, watching Xiao Yan's attack approaching, but she was powerless to dodge. Just as Xiao Yan's attack was about to fall, he suddenly stopped. He looked at the Duchess, with the flames of hatred burning in his eyes, and said:
"Do you still remember Huo Yun'er?"

The Duchess looked confused and asked, "Huo Yun'er? Who is she?"

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"You are such a vicious person that you have completely forgotten your crimes. Huo Yun'er is my mother, the servant you killed!" Xiao Yan said with a sneer.

The Duchess was shocked as if struck by lightning when she heard this. She carefully looked at Xiao Yan's face, and gradually, a look of disbelief appeared on her face.

“You…you are Huo Yuhao? No, you are Xiao Yan.”

“I am Huo Yuhao. For what you did to my mother back then, I will make you pay double today!” Xiao Yan said gritting his teeth.

The Duchess showed regret on her face and said in a trembling voice: "I know I was wrong."

"It's not that you know you are wrong, but you know you are going to die!" Xiao Yan roared, raised his fist again, and said hysterically.

The Duchess closed her eyes and waited for death to come.

Without any mercy or hesitation, Xiao Yan raised his right fist high, and the veins on his arms bulged like twisted pythons.

Then he swung his fist down suddenly, and with a whistling sound, it hit the Duchess's head like a falling meteorite.

The punch was so powerful that it knocked the Duchess' head back. A deep fist mark instantly appeared on her face, her nose was smashed, and blood gushed out of her nose and mouth like a fountain.

"This punch is for what you did to my mother."

"This blow is for you causing my mother to become seriously ill."

"This punch is for your son hurting my mother."

While roaring, Xiao Yan did not stop his attack. His left fist followed up, like a heavy hammer, hitting the Duchess' chest fiercely. With a dull crack, the Duchess's sternum broke, and her body flew backwards like a puppet with its strings cut, falling heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Xiao Yan didn't give her any chance to breathe.

He flashed and came to the Duchess's side again, kicking her abdomen madly like raindrops.

Every time she stepped down, there was a terrifying muffled sound, and the Duchess's abdomen began to cave in, as if her internal organs were turned into a ball of paste. She groaned in pain, her voice weak and miserable, and her hands weakly scratched on the ground, trying to find a trace of relief.

Xiao Yan seemed to have fallen into a frenzy of killing. He squatted down and grasped the Duchess's arm tightly with his hands like iron clamps.

Then he stood up and pulled hard, and with a horrible crunching sound, the Duchess's arm was torn off her shoulder.

Blood spurted out from the fracture like a fountain, splashing onto the surrounding ground, forming a glaring blood-red color.

He threw the severed arm aside and stepped on the Duchess's thigh. Under the huge pressure, the Duchess's thigh bone broke instantly. Her body trembled violently, and her eyes were filled with fear and despair.

Xiao Yan continued his violence. He picked up a huge stone with both hands, raised it high, and then smashed it towards the Duchess' body. The moment the stone collided with the body, there was a loud noise. The Duchess' body was smashed flat, and all her ribs were broken and inserted into her internal organs.

Her body was no longer in human form, having completely turned into a bloody mess. Only a faint breath proved that she was still alive.

The people around him covered their eyes in horror when they saw this cruel scene, and some even vomited. But Xiao Yan didn't care about other people's reactions at all. In his heart, he only missed his mother and had deep hatred for his enemies. This hatred had made him lose his mind and turned him into a demon who only knew revenge.

At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds, as if they were also mourning for this tragic revenge battle. The whole world fell into a dead silence, with only Xiao Yan's heavy breathing echoing in the air, telling of the end of this hatred and endless pain.

Dai Hao was lying not far away, looking at the Duchess who was beaten horribly by Xiao Yan, his eyes full of grief and anger. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't move due to his serious injuries. He could only watch it all happen, secretly swearing in his heart that he would not be a human being until he avenged this.

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