radicalducati Chapter 153 The Death of Dai Huabin and the Mad Duchess
Chapter 153 The Death of Dai Huabin and the Mad Duchess
Chapter 153 The Death of Dai Huabin and the Mad Duchess
The following morning, the faint light of dawn brought no warmth to the Duke's mansion, but instead revealed a shocking tragedy.
As usual, Zhu Lu arrived at Dai Huabin's door on time, carrying a carefully prepared breakfast. She gently knocked on the door and softly called out, "Huabin, it's time to get up."
There was complete silence inside the door; no one answered.
Zhu Lu assumed he was in a bad mood from the previous night and had slept soundly, so she thought she would let him rest a little longer and was about to turn and leave. But just then, a faint but extremely foul smell entered her nostrils.
is blood!
Zhu Lu's heart sank, an ominous premonition washing over her like ice water. She could no longer care about anything else; with a slight surge of her soul power, she slammed her palm against the door latch!
"Bang!"
The door was forcibly flung open, and the scene inside the room crashed into her eyes without any obstruction.
The carpet was soaked with blood, leaving large patches of dark red, almost black stains.
In the center of this pool of blood, her beloved fiancé, Dai Huabin, lay decapitated, his head rolling a few steps away, his eyes wide open, frozen in the extreme terror and resentment of his death, his face contorted, devoid of any life.
Hua Bin—
!!
A piercing, desperate scream abruptly shattered the morning tranquility of the Duke's mansion; its sorrow was so profound that it chilled the hearts of all who heard it.
This mournful cry, like the lament of a cuckoo crying blood, instantly alarmed the entire Duke's mansion.
A moment later, Duke Dai Hao of the White Tiger, Duchess Zhu Man, eldest son Dai Yueheng, and Zhu Shu, the head of the Zhu family who had stayed overnight, all arrived at the scene with surprised and suspicious expressions.
When that bloody and horrific scene came into view, everyone was shocked.
Dai Hao's eyes widened, he gasped, his face filled with disbelief and grief. Dai Yueheng's face was deathly pale, his fists clenched tightly as he watched his younger brother, who had been alive and well just yesterday, fall to such a miserable state, his body trembling slightly. Zhu Shu's eyebrows were furrowed, her beautiful face covered with a layer of frost, her eyes sharp as knives.
The most vehement reaction undoubtedly came from Duchess Jumant.
She was first struck dumb, frozen in place, her pupils dilated, as if unable to comprehend what she was seeing. Then, a heart-wrenching wail erupted from deep within her throat, "Bin'er—my Bin'er!!!"
She lunged forward, ignoring the bloodstains on the ground, trembling as she cradled Dai Huabin's cold head in her arms, murmuring like a madwoman, which then transformed into overwhelming resentment and rage, "Who? Who is so cruel? How dare they kill my son? I will tear him to pieces!!!"
Just then, Dai Hao suppressed his grief and carefully examined the scene, keenly sensing a trace of violent sword intent remaining in the air and the unique slash marks on the wall.
His expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "This aura—this blade mark—it's the Tyrant Tiger Annihilation Slash from the Tyrant Tiger Soul Refining Blade!"
He personally accepted this move yesterday, and he would never admit to being wrong!
"Dai Youheng—Dai Youheng!!!" Zhu Man suddenly raised her head, her scarlet eyes almost dripping blood, her voice twisted and shrill with extreme hatred, "So it was you! You little bastard, you killed my Bin'er, I'll make you pay with your life!"
Although Dai Hao was also surprised and suspicious, his remaining rationality made him try to stabilize the situation. "Man'er, calm down! It may not be You Heng. Perhaps someone is deliberately framing us? We were all in the manor yesterday. With You Heng's strength, how could he have bypassed our senses and silently sneaked into the manor to kill us?"
Zhu Shu, standing to the side, spoke coldly, shattering Dai Hao's plan of maintaining balance: "Hao, don't forget."
Dai Youheng's martial soul is the Evil Shadow Demon Tiger, whose greatest strength lies in concealment and stealth in the dark; he may possess some unique methods of concealment. Moreover, while other things might be impersonated, the Tyrant Tiger Soul Refining Blade is his unique weapon. Its distinctive soul power fluctuations and the destructive marks of the Tyrant Tiger Annihilation Slash—how could they be counterfeited?
Her words were like a final, devastating blow, shattering Zhu Man's last shred of reason.
"It must be him! It must be him!" Zhu Man gently put down Dai Huabin's head, her movements almost eerily gentle. When she stood up again, her aura became unusually cold and terrifying, as if all her sorrow had turned into a tangible killing intent. "He wanted to avenge that bitch and that little bastard, so he killed my Huabin and wanted me to taste the pain of losing a loved one."
She leaned down, looking at Dai Huabin's lifeless head, and whispered in a chillingly calm tone, "Bin'er, wait a moment, Mother will go and send that little bastard Dai Youheng down to apologize to you!"
Before she finished speaking, Zhu Man's soul power surged like an explosion, completely disregarding her already terminally ill body, forcibly squeezing out every bit of potential. The immense soul power even exceeded her peak state when she was healthy!
She transformed into a fierce and resolute black streak, carrying boundless hatred, and smashed through the corridor window, rushing madly towards the direction where Dai Youheng might be hiding in Xingluo City.
"Man'er, no!" Dai Hao was shocked. He realized that Zhu Man was burning her life force to unleash her soul power. "Quickly chase after her!" Zhu Shu reacted quickly, grabbing Dai Hao. The two of them unleashed their soul power and immediately followed the crazy black streak of light.
Inside the Duke's mansion, only the stench of blood, Dai Yueheng's bewilderment, and Zhu Lu's silent weeping remained.
And where was Dai Youheng at this moment? Of course, he had come early in the morning to see his "only relative," Xu Jiujiu.
As dawn broke, the princess's residence next to the Star Luo Imperial Palace was already quiet and elegant. Dai Youheng was sitting opposite Xu Jiujiu, enjoying a refined breakfast. He had calculated the time precisely, predicting that a storm would break out at the Duke's residence today, and the safest and most advantageous place to use this opportunity was none other than this.
So, he came to Xu Jiujiu's place to live off her, claiming that he woke up early in the morning and thought of his mother and younger brother, so he came to Jiujiu for comfort.
"I woke up this morning with a heavy heart, and I thought of my mother and Luo Li again—only here with the princess can I find some peace." Dai Youheng's expression was slightly somber, and his tone was low, perfectly portraying the image of someone who had suddenly lost a loved one and was seeking solace.
Just as Xu Jiujiu was about to offer gentle words of comfort, a piercing shriek filled with overwhelming hatred and frenzied soul power suddenly erupted from outside the mansion, like the mournful cry of a night owl, tearing apart the tranquility of the morning. "Dai Youheng, get out here!"
Before the words had even faded, a violent surge of soul power had already shattered the defenses of the Princess's residence. Zhu Man, surrounded by eight soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and four black—was recklessly charging towards the Princess's residence.
Her face was ashen, her eyes bloodshot and bulging, a picture of madness burning with life and disregarding the consequences! The guards of the princess's residence next to the palace were skilled, but they were unable to stop a Soul Douluo powerhouse who was acting like a madman and willing to do anything.
"It's Zhu Man?" Xu Jiujiu stood up in astonishment, looking at Dai Youheng with her beautiful eyes full of doubt and scrutiny. "How dare she be so crazy? Youheng, what exactly did you do last night?"
Dai Youheng put down his chopsticks, picked up a napkin and elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth, his tone as calm as if he were talking about the weather, "Nothing much. I was just feeling resentful last night, so I used the martial soul characteristics of the Evil Shadow Demon Tiger to sneak back into the Duke's mansion, found Dai Huabin, and then used the Tyrant Tiger Soul Refining Blade to chop off his head."
"What? You killed Dai Huabin?" Xu Jiujiu gasped, her face paling with shock at Dai Youheng's undisguised cruelty and swift, lightning-fast revenge.
Does he never let revenge linger overnight?