Beneath the canopy, the expressions of the audience in the two worlds differed.
In the dark world, those who had originally wanted to defend their Dai Mubai shut their mouths.
They looked at the scene in the white world, at the six-year-old child who was protected like a treasure by the Star Luo Emperor, and then at their own useless prince who was slumped on the ground, only able to complain and blame others.
A feeling of disappointment and frustration spread through everyone's hearts.
It turns out that not all members of the Star Luo royal family are cold-blooded and ruthless.
It turns out that as long as you demonstrate sufficient value, the so-called rules are nothing more than stepping stones for the strong.
Just then, the screen changed.
The camera didn't cut away from the white world; it remained focused on the area in front of the prince's residence.
Although Emperor Xingluo had ordered Davis to go back and be confined to his quarters, the eldest prince was clearly not convinced.
He got up from the ground, half of his face swollen like a steamed bun.
He dared not glare at Emperor Xingluo.
Those eyes, filled with resentment and malice, were fixed on Dai Mubai, who stood behind the Emperor.
The meaning in his eyes was quite clear.
Don't get cocky.
Your father can protect you for a while, but not forever.
I will kill you if I get the chance.
This blatant malice, even through the darkness of the sky, can send chills down your spine.
The audience in the dark world felt a chill run down their spines.
They were all too familiar with that look.
Back then, Davis used that same look in his eyes to gradually drive Dai Mubai into becoming a homeless dog.
However.
Faced with that vicious gaze, six-year-old Dai Mubai did not hide behind his father.
Instead, he took a step forward.
That small figure emerged from behind the Star Luo Emperor's wide dragon robe.
He looked up and stared directly into Davis's eyes.
He didn't speak.
Dai Mubai simply looked at this so-called elder brother quietly, and a golden-red glint suddenly flashed in his originally clear eyes.
That's not the look a human being should have.
That's the look of indifference towards life that belongs to the overlord of the jungle, the king of beasts.
Buzz.
The air trembled slightly.
Behind Dai Mubai, there was no dazzling light and shadow of a martial soul, only an extremely faint phantom that flashed by.
It was a white tiger.
With wings on its back, it overlooks all living beings.
The phantom appeared in less than a blink of an eye, and even the Star Luo Emperor, who was standing right next to it, did not notice it.
But Davis saw it.
In Davis's view, the person standing opposite him was not his six-year-old brother at all.
Instead, it was an ancient ferocious beast with its gaping maw wide open, ready to devour anyone it could.
A fear originating from the depths of his soul instantly shattered his psychological defenses.
That is the absolute suppression of those in power over those in power.
It was the Holy Tiger of Light crushing the bloodline of an ordinary white tiger.
"ah!"
Davis cried out in surprise.
His legs felt as if their bones had been suddenly removed, and they went limp uncontrollably.
Thump.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone.
This usually arrogant and domineering eldest prince actually knelt upright in front of Dai Mubai.
And it was done with both knees on the ground.
The kneeling was solid, and the sound of the knee hitting the ground could be clearly heard.
The entire audience was stunned.
Even the Star Luo Emperor was stunned, not understanding what his eldest son was up to this time.
Dai Mubai looked at Davis, who was kneeling in front of him and trembling, without showing any mockery on his face.
He simply said:
"Why does Your Majesty perform such a grand ceremony?"
"I can't accept that."
After saying that, he didn't even bother to look at Davis again, and turned around to take Star Emperor's hand again.
"Father, let's go. I want to see the Soul Bone."
Emperor Xingluo snapped out of his daze, glanced at his eldest son kneeling on the ground with disgust, snorted coldly, and led Dai Mubai away in a long stride.
Davis was left kneeling on the spot, his back soaked in cold sweat, trembling, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
...
The dark world.
After a brief silence, thunderous cheers erupted.
"good!"
"I'm kneeling!"
"That was so satisfying! Now that's a real man!"
In the tavern and on the street, countless people clapped and cheered.
"See that? That's called presence!"
"He didn't even need to lift a finger; one look from him was enough to scare Davis to his knees!"
"Dai Mubai of the White World is already so imposing at only six years old. What will he be like when he grows up?"
The more people praise Dai Mubai of the White World, the more disdainful they look at Dai Mubai of the Black World.
Inside Shrek Academy.
Flander pushed up his glasses and sighed heavily.
Zhao Wuji was even more blunt, pouting as he said:
"If our Mu Bai had half... no, even a tenth of that kind of backbone, he wouldn't have ended up like this."
Ma Hongjun muttered to himself:
"Back then, Boss Dai would run away whenever he saw Davis. Let alone making him kneel down, it would be considered tough if he didn't kneel down."
These words are like knives to the heart.
Dai Mubai, the Black World, sat slumped on the ground, his face contorted in extreme pain.
He gripped the grass so tightly that his fingernails broke and bled.
"That's spirit suppression!"
"That's bloodline suppression!"
"That Davis is nothing but a piece of trash! He actually knelt down in fear!"
He screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to salvage the last shred of his pitiful dignity.
"If I also had a Holy Tiger of Light, I could make him kneel too!"
"This isn't fair! It's not that I'm inferior to him, it's that my martial spirit is inferior to his!"
However, no one paid attention to his impotent rage.
The way people looked at him was like they were looking at a clown.
It's hard to admit that someone else is excellent, but it's even harder to admit that someone else in another world is a million times better than you.
...
The images on the sky shifted, and time flew by.
White World
[Timeframe: Three months later]
Location: Royal Soul Hunting Grounds of the Star Luo Empire
The scene depicts a lush, primeval forest.
This is where the Star Luo royal family keeps their soul beasts. Although it is not as dangerous as the Star Dou Great Forest, many powerful soul beasts still live here.
A group of people are walking through the woods.
The one leading them was Dai Mubai.
Three months later, his aura became more refined. Although he was still a six-year-old child, he already possessed the composed demeanor of a powerful figure.
Behind him followed two royal retainers, both of whom were Soul Douluo-level powerhouses.
This was specially arranged by the Star Emperor to protect him.
"Your Highness, we are now in the territory of the Vajra Tiger."
One of the worshippers spoke respectfully.
"According to intelligence, there is a 420-year-old Vajra Tiger there, which is perfect as your first spirit ring."
"The Vajra Tiger is primarily for killing and has good defensive capabilities, complementing your White Tiger Martial Soul perfectly."
This is indeed the optimal configuration.
According to the theory of the ten core competencies of martial soul proposed by Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, the endurance limit of the first soul ring is 423 years.
This Vajra Tiger is practically tailor-made for Dai Mubai.
However.
Dai Mubai stopped in his tracks.
He shook his head, his gaze drifting deeper into the forest, where a series of chilling roars could be faintly heard.
"No."
Dai Mubai spoke, his voice youthful yet firm.
"I want that one."
The worshipper followed his gaze and his expression immediately changed.
"Your Highness, that is the territory of the Thunder Demon Tiger!"
"There's a Thunder Tiger there that's nearly a thousand years old. Putting aside its ferocious attributes, just the sheer age of it..."
"That's a soul beast that's nine hundred years old, or even close to a thousand years old!"
"Absorbing the first spirit ring for a thousand years? Absolutely not! My body will explode!"
The two worshippers turned pale with fright.
If anything were to happen to this little ancestor, the Star Luo Emperor would skin them alive.
Dai Mubai smiled.
"More than four hundred years? That's the limit for mediocre people, not mine."
"My martial spirit is the Holy Tiger of Light, the progenitor of the White Tiger."
"If the first spirit ring is only a yellow spirit ring that is a few hundred years old, then that would be an insult to this spirit."
"What I want is the ultimate attack."
"I want that Thunder Tiger."
"Walk."
...
The dark world.
Seeing this, everyone who had been mocking Dai Mubai from the Underworld was now stunned.
"Are you crazy?"
"The first spirit ring requires nearly a thousand years of absorption?"
"Or is it a berserk soul beast like the Thunder Demon Tiger?"
"Has this kid gotten too cocky? Does he think that awakening a good martial soul makes him immortal?"
Yu Xiaogang was sitting on the Shrek Academy playground when he saw this scene and he suddenly stood up.
A deep, intense mockery appeared on that stiff face.
"ignorance!"
"Absolutely utterly stupid!"
Yu Xiaogang pointed at the sky and shouted loudly to demonstrate his authority:
"The limit for the first spirit ring is 423 years. This is an ironclad rule! It's a truth I've derived from studying countless materials!"
"The human body has its limits. No matter how strong a martial soul is, how can a six-year-old's body withstand the energy impact of a nearly thousand-year-old soul beast?"
"What's more, he chose the Thunder Tiger!"
"Although the White Tiger Martial Soul is strong, it is not purely lightning-attribute; it is going to follow the metal-attribute attack route."
"The tyrant of money is ruthless, the tyrant of thunder is violent."
"When these two extreme energies collide within the body, there is only one outcome—death by explosion!"
Yu Xiaogang became more and more excited as he spoke, spittle flying everywhere.
"This is what happens when you don't have a good teacher!"
"Even if he is a genius, he is an idiot when it comes to the theory of martial spirits!"
"He's bound to suffer a huge loss this time!"
"There's even a risk of the body exploding!"
"My theory cannot possibly be wrong!"
"Otherwise, I won't be called Yu Xiaogang!"
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