"Stop comparing."
"If we keep competing like this, I really don't want to live anymore."
A white world, a star-studded imperial city.
The silence lasted only a moment, followed by cheers that erupted like a volcano.
"good!"
A white-haired military general suddenly slapped his thigh, his face flushed with excitement, and even his beard trembled.
"These are the true men of Xingluo!"
"At the age of five, without relying on a martial spirit or soul power, he can shatter rocks into dust using only his physical body and self-created techniques!"
"Even the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique of the Haotian Sect wouldn't be worthy of carrying the shoes of this 'Fist of the Void' at His Majesty's age!"
In the main hall, the ministers were filled with fervor.
They looked at the small figure in the sky, their eyes overflowing with adoration.
This is their emperor.
He was the peerless overlord who led them to sweep across the land and even suppressed the Spirit Hall to the point of being unable to raise its head.
They originally thought that His Majesty's strength mostly stemmed from that mutated, terrifying martial spirit.
But now it seems...
That's a fierceness you're born with!
It's the kind of fighting spirit that starts at the age of five!
...
Meanwhile, throughout the white world.
Several powerful figures standing at the pinnacle of the continent looked at the scene in the sky with varying expressions.
Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the scepter, her knuckles turning somewhat white.
She narrowed her beautiful eyes and stared at the young Dai Mubai.
"Five years old..."
"I am proud of my twin martial souls and my unparalleled talent, but when I was five years old, I was nothing more than playing in the mud."
"The tenacity of this child's character is simply beyond comprehension."
"No wonder he was able to force me to that point later. Losing to him is not entirely unjust."
Poseidon Island.
Poseidon stood before the temple of Neptune, the sea breeze ruffling her red robes.
A ripple appeared in her eyes, which seemed to see through everything in the world.
"Even Tang Chen, who became the God of the Sea back then, couldn't have done this at this age."
"A potential candidate for physical sainthood."
"Just what kind of freak is Dai Mubai, reincarnated?"
The secluded place of the Haotian Sect.
Tang Hao, carrying a broken wine jug, slumped down in the pile of rocks.
His eyes, which were originally cloudy and intoxicated, were now frighteningly bright.
"What powerful punches!"
"There is no fluctuation of soul power, it is purely a technique of exerting force."
"If this punch is mastered to its fullest potential, it may not even need the ring to explode; it can break through all techniques with sheer force."
Tang Hao took a swig of cheap liquor; the spicy liquid went down his throat, but he couldn't suppress the shock in his heart.
Although her own son is also a genius.
But compared to that five-year-old prodigy on the sky, it just doesn't seem quite right.
...
White World, the rear hall of the Starry Palace.
Dai Mubai sat on the large dragon throne, his posture languid.
He rested his chin on one hand and casually placed the other on the armrest.
Hearing the thunderous cheers of "Long live the Emperor!" coming from outside, his face didn't show much expression, only a slight smile in the corner of his eye.
"His Majesty."
A soft, sweet voice rang in my ears.
Qian Renxue walked over with elegant steps, carrying a plate of peeled, glistening grapes.
Today she was dressed in a golden palace gown, noble and elegant, but in front of Dai Mubai, that angelic arrogance had long since transformed into tender affection.
She stretched out her slender, white fingers, picked up a grape, and gently brought it to Dai Mubai's lips.
"You had such a hard life when you were a child."
Qian Renxue looked at the little boy covered in sweat in the sky, her eyes filled with heartache.
"When I was five years old, I was still practicing the basics."
"But you are already deducing the cultivation method."
Dai Mubai opened his mouth and took the grape in.
Qian Renxue trembled, and two blushes instantly rose on her beautiful face. She gave him a reproachful look, but did not pull her hand away.
"Hard?"
Dai Mubai chewed the grape, swallowed the sweet juice, and chuckled:
"That's nothing, it's not hard work."
"If you want to be prominent in public, you have to suffer in private."
Just then.
A pair of soft little hands climbed up Dai Mubai's calves.
Xiao Wu squatted on the ground, diligently massaging his legs.
She tilted her head back, her two rabbit ears drooping, her big eyes blinking, full of little stars of admiration.
"elder brother!"
"That punch was so cool!"
"That rock is so hard, I'm afraid I'll hurt your hand."
"Whoosh~"
As she spoke, she actually took one of Dai Mubai's hands, brought it to her lips, and carefully blew on it, as if the five-year-old Dai Mubai had just been injured.
Dai Mubai was amused by her appearance.
He reached out and ruffled her hair, messing up her neatly styled hair.
"Alright, stop acting."
Why didn't you seem this caring when I was begging for mercy last night?
Xiao Wu blushed, stuck out her tongue, and then rested her head on Dai Mubai's thigh like a kitten, rubbing against him.
"They couldn't help themselves..."
Ning Rongrong, who was standing to the side, was grinding her teeth in disbelief.
That damn rabbit!
They're so good at currying favor!
Not to be outdone, she quickly picked up the teacup beside her and moved closer to Dai Mubai's other side:
"Your Majesty, have some tea to soothe your throat."
...
The scene then shifts back to the dark world.
The atmosphere in the area where the Shrek Academy students were located was terrifyingly oppressive.
Dai Mubai slumped to the ground, his face ashen.
On what grounds?
Everyone is Dai Mubai.
Why are you a great emperor over there, while I'm like a stray dog here?
The gazes from those around him felt like needles pricking him.
Even Ma Hongjun, who usually obeyed him without question, looked at him with a strange expression at this moment.
That was doubt.
It is contempt.
Oscar huddled in the back, not daring to utter a single word, for fear of incurring bad luck.
Zhu Zhuqing stood at a distance, coldly watching this scene.
She didn't say anything.
But that look said it all.
Even if Dai Mubai from that world didn't have a martial spirit, his manly courage and sense of responsibility alone would make him ten thousand times stronger than this coward with the White Tiger martial spirit in front of him.
"This is impossible..."
Dai Mubai's lips trembled, and his voice was hoarse.
"He must have cheated."
"How can a five-year-old create their own martial arts techniques?"
"This is completely contrary to common sense in the world of Soul Masters!"
Yu Xiaogang, standing to the side, wanted to say a few words in support of his disciple and save face.
He opened his mouth, but then closed it again.
common sense?
In the face of absolute genius, common sense is meant to be broken.
Just then.
The image on the sky changed again.
...
White World
In the picture.
The stone dust on the ground had not yet dissipated.
A series of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the training ground.
"What's going on?!"
"What caused that loud noise just now?!"
With a stern questioning voice.
A middle-aged man dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe strode in.
It was none other than the Star Emperor of the White World.
Behind him followed a group of royal attendants and civil and military officials.
Everyone looked tense, thinking that an assassin had infiltrated.
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