Dai Mubai squinted, holding a riding whip in his hand.
The soldier lowered his head, his voice trembling:
"Your Highness... the water is too hot..."
"hot?"
Dai Mubai smiled.
He suddenly raised the riding whip in his hand and lashed it hard across the soldier's face.
"Smack!"
A bloodstain instantly appeared.
"Do you think I'm so pampered that I can't even stand a little heat?"
"Or are you secretly mocking me for being a prince who was driven out?"
"Huh? Speak!"
Dai Mubai cursed as he slapped himself.
Every lash was delivered with full force.
He vented all the anger he felt from Davis and his resentment towards Zhu Zhuqing's escape on these innocent taxi drivers.
The other taxi drivers knelt on the ground, daring not to speak out in their anger.
All they could hear were the screams of their comrades echoing through the tent.
...
The dark world, reality.
Xingluo Square was deathly silent.
Immediately following was a chorus of spitting and condemnation.
"What the hell is this?!"
"You were treated like a dog by your elder brother in the capital, so you take it out on your own people in the army?"
"This is the so-called Evil-Eyed White Tiger? This is truly an eye-opener."
"Does this kind of person deserve to lead troops? If I were one of his soldiers, I'd slit his throat in the middle of the night!"
A chorus of curses erupted from the crowd.
Dai Mubai stood in the Shrek Seven Devils' group, his face as pale as paper.
He wanted to argue.
I wanted to say it was because of too much pressure, or that it was to establish authority.
But looking at the disdainful looks from those around him, he felt as if a wad of cotton was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.
"The mistress..."
Dai Mubai looked at Tang San with pleading eyes.
Tang San frowned.
He looked at the scene on the sky. Although he felt that Dai Mubai had gone too far, he was, after all, his own brother.
Moreover, Shrek's reputation cannot be lost.
"Everyone, please be quiet."
Tang San took a step forward, his voice not loud, but carrying soul power that spread throughout the surroundings.
"Mu Bai's actions back then were indeed somewhat extreme."
"But he's only twelve years old."
"To reach level 26 soul power at the age of twelve, even with the help of some external forces, is a genuine talent."
"How many people can reach this level at this age?"
"We cannot deny his talent and potential entirely because of some personal moral issues."
Tang San spoke eloquently and logically.
In his view, in the world of Soul Masters, strength speaks for itself.
Level 26 is indeed a respectable level of information.
However.
The words had barely left his mouth.
A sneer came from the crowd.
Forget it!
"Talent?"
"Didn't you see that? That's from taking drugs!"
"A drug that overdraws potential is only made for the royal family because they have the money to produce it for him. An ordinary person would have been ruined long ago!"
"Besides, Davis is only a few years older than him, yet he can beat him so easily, which means Davis is far superior to him!"
"They're both princes, with the same resources, yet they got beaten up like that, and they still have the nerve to boast about their talent?"
These words were like a resounding slap across Tang San's face.
Tang San's expression froze.
He opened his mouth, as if to say that Davis's age was an advantage.
But considering Davis's nonchalant kick, it was clearly not as simple as a level advantage.
That was a complete and utter crushing defeat.
Tang San was speechless and could only retreat dejectedly.
Dai Mubai kept his head down even lower.
humiliation.
That's too humiliating.
Even their only fig leaf was torn off and trampled underfoot.
...
The celestial backdrop transitions.
White world.
It was also the Star Luo Empire.
But the atmosphere here is completely different.
In the main hall, civil and military officials shook their heads and sighed as they watched Dai Mubai's performance in the Black World.
"a shame."
"Fortunately, our Emperor is not like that."
"If someone like that were to become emperor, our Star Luo Empire would probably be long gone."
In the Imperial Garden.
In the white world, Dai Mubai was lying on a rocking chair, leisurely basking in the sun.
Beside him, Zhu Zhuqing was peeling grapes for him.
Xiao Wu was on the other side, fanning him with a large fan.
Qian Renxue sat at the stone table, reviewing memorials. Occasionally, she would glance up at this side, her eyes filled with helpless doting affection.
"You from that world were really..."
Zhu Zhuqing stuffed a crystal-clear grape into Dai Mubai's mouth, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes.
"It's a long story."
"How can someone with the same face do things that are so disgusting?"
Xiao Wu also stopped fanning herself and said angrily:
"that is!"
"What kind of skill is it to bully soldiers?"
"If you're so capable, go and beat up that Davis!"
"Brother, you can't become like that in the future, or I won't talk to you anymore."
Dai Mubai, from the white-clad world, munched on grapes, looking quite content.
He reached out and pinched Zhu Zhuqing's smooth cheeks, then rubbed Xiao Wu's head.
Don't worry.
"I am who I am."
"That kind of trash doesn't even deserve to be my shadow."
"If he dares to show his face in front of me, I can slap him to death."
Dai Mubai spoke in a flat tone.
But this confidence and domineering aura is something that Dai Mubai, who hides in the military camp and drinks heavily, can never possess.
Zhu Zhuqing looked at the man in front of her, her eyes overflowing with admiration.
This is her man.
The White Emperor of Heaven.
...
The comparison continues.
The scene returned to the dark world.
This time, the atmosphere became tense and oppressive.
The war drums thundered.
A major war broke out on the border between the Heavenly Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire.
The commander-in-chief on the Tian Dou side is named Xue Qinghe.
In reality, it was Qian Renxue in disguise.
She was a brilliant strategist, defeating the Xingluo army in successive battles.
Night.
The rain was torrential.
Dai Mubai's unit received a mission.
They burned the grain supplies of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
This was a surprise attack.
It was also a mission that could cost them their lives.
In the rainy night, Dai Mubai was shivering all over.
He lay in the mud, staring at the brightly lit Tiandou camp in the distance, his teeth chattering.
Why did I have to come?
"I am a prince... I cannot die here..."
He didn't want to go.
But military orders are absolute; disobeying is a capital offense.
"Your Highness, don't be afraid."
An old soldier lying next to him gently patted his shoulder.
This veteran is the one he whipped before.
But at this moment, there was no resentment in the veteran's eyes, only the duty of a soldier.
"We old brothers will protect you."
"As long as the grain and fodder are burned, it will be a great achievement, and you will be able to return to the capital."
Upon hearing the words "return to the capital," a glint of light flashed in Dai Mubai's eyes.
"well..."
Taking advantage of the rain, the group quietly sneaked into the camp.
Everything went smoothly.
Until they lit the first fire.
"Enemy attack!!!"
A sharp whistle pierced the night sky.
The next second.
Countless torches lit up, and arrows rained down.
They were surrounded.
"We've fallen for their trap!"
The veteran roared and swung his sword to deflect several arrows.
"Your Highness, let's go quickly!"
"We'll cover their retreat!"
Not a single one of the dozens of Star Luo soldiers retreated.
They roared as they charged toward enemies many times their number, carving a bloody path for Dai Mubai with their own flesh and blood.
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