Douluo: Santo Anjo Huo Yuhao

“Level ten... I’ve finally broken through!”

Huo Yuhao, sitting cross-legged atop a pile of thatch, opened his eyes. For the first time, a vague sense of power surged through his usually slender frame.

Level ten—it was now strong enough to absorb a soul ring. Next, he only needed to find any ten-year-old soul beast to deal with, and he could continue ascending.

Perhaps, after this, all the hardships would finally be behind him...

“Mother…”

Huo Yuhao stared at the empty bed. “Did you see it?”

It was his own weakness.

Even the servants’ children could break through a soul ring in as little as three years. He had taken five long years, wearing down his mother until she passed away, only managing this breakthrough a year after her death.

If only it had been sooner, if only he had been stronger.

“Damn it…”

Huo Yuhao slammed his fist into the thatch. “Why am I such a waste?”

If only he had stronger innate soul power, the duchess wouldn’t dare treat him with such cruelty.

If his awakened martial soul had been the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, how could those servants have had the audacity to swagger around and boss him about?

Why, in this world...

“Are the lowly born to remain lowly forever?!”

Huo Yuhao roared in defiance.

His words seemed to stir something. A thunderous roar echoed in his ears. The colors and sounds around him swiftly faded away, and his consciousness was cast into a pitch-black void.

Click—

A crack appeared in the darkness before him, a door opening with golden