Someone recognized him.
"Hey? Isn't that our Second Prince?"
"Shh, don't shout. What Second Prince? He's just a deserter."
"Look at how cowardly he is, with his neck hunched over. Compared to the one on the sky, he's just a piece of mud on the ground."
"Don't compare him to the White Emperor; that's an insult to the White Emperor."
Dai Mubai's face was deathly pale, and his lips were trembling.
He wanted to retort, to shout "I am a prince," but the words wouldn't come out.
Because he knew no one would listen.
He turned around abruptly, covered his face with his sleeve, and like a rat crossing the street, hurriedly scurried into a dark alleyway next to him.
Only in that cold, damp, and dark corner could he catch his breath.
He leaned against the moss-covered wall, breathing heavily, his eyes blazing with resentment.
"Why should I..."
"Why is he able to do it?"
"They're both Dai Mubai, so why is he so dazzling?"
He slammed his fist against the wall, blood seeping from his knuckles, but he felt no pain.
Compared to the physical pain, the despair of being abandoned by the whole world and completely crushed by another version of himself was what truly suffocated him.
...
The Dark World, Martial Soul City, Douluo Palace.
Beneath the enormous angel statue, an aged figure stood silently.
Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze seemingly fixed on the sky through the dome of the main hall.
After a long while, he let out a long sigh.
"What a Dai Mubai."
"This child is not only exceptionally strong in martial arts, but his temperament and wisdom are also extraordinary."
"In that situation, to be able to determine that it was an empty city ploy and to dare to take the risk alone was not recklessness, but absolute confidence and a precise grasp of the situation."
Qian Daoliu has lived for so many years and has seen countless geniuses.
Some are highly talented, some are lucky, and some have powerful backgrounds.
But people like Dai Mubai from the White World, who possess talent, wisdom, courage, and boldness, are extremely rare.
"If he grows up, even Bibi Dong from that world will have a headache."
Beside him stood a tall, slender girl.
She wore a golden palace dress, her skin was as white as snow, and her nose was high and straight.
It was Qian Renxue from the underworld.
Instead of wearing her usual mask of pretense, she revealed her true appearance.
At this moment, her pale golden eyes were filled with surprise and a glimmer of light she had never seen before.
"Grandpa, it seems like I lost to him in that other world."
Qian Renxue said softly.
There was no resentment in her voice, but rather a strange sense of inquiry.
Qian Daoliu glanced at his granddaughter.
"Losing to him is not unjust."
"You from that world should have been in the Heavenly Dou Camp at that time."
"Faced with such an opponent, unless you possess supernatural abilities, you simply cannot stop this fire."
Qian Renxue nodded.
Her gaze returned to the sky, watching the figure calmly depart from the sea of fire.
A strange feeling spread through her mind.
In her world, no man her age could catch her eye.
Even Tang San, who was praised to the skies, was nothing special in her eyes.
But this Dai Mubai...
"Courageous and resourceful, decisive in killing."
"If I could fight against such a person on the battlefield, even if I lost, it would be a joyful thing."
Qian Renxue's lips curled up slightly.
She suddenly felt a little envious of herself in that other world.
At least, Qian Renxue has met a true opponent, or even... someone she can entrust with her duties.
"I really want to see him."
Even if it's just once.
...
Above the sky, the scene did not stop despite the tremors in the dark world.
The plot is still unfolding.
The camera then switched to the Heavenly Dou Empire's main camp.
Although the fire started in Blackwind Valley, panic spread instantly throughout the entire front line.
Inside the central command tent.
Dressed in the attire of a prince, Xue Qinghe suddenly lifted the curtain and stepped out.
Although she was still dressed as a man, her handsome face was now covered with frost.
In the distance, towards Black Wind Valley, the flames had already dyed half the sky red.
Even from this distance, I could almost feel the heat emanating from the other side.
"Your Highness!"
Several disheveled messengers stumbled over and knelt down.
"Black Wind Valley...it's over!"
"Our supplies are all destroyed, the fire has blocked the roads, and our logistics have been completely cut off!"
"What?"
Marshal Goron, who was standing to the side, swayed and almost lost his balance.
His prized strategy of luring the enemy not only failed to catch any big fish, but also cost him his entire fortune.
"Who did this?"
"The Star Luo army is still in a standoff with us, so where did our troops come from to launch a surprise attack on Black Wind Valley?"
Goron roared.
The messenger tremblingly raised a finger.
"One...one person."
"According to the taxi driver who escaped, there was only one person."
"That person's martial soul is the White Tiger, and his whole body is surrounded by golden light. He's practically a killing god in the sea of fire. Our soul masters can't stop him at all!"
one person.
White Tiger Martial Soul.
Upon hearing these keywords, Xue Qinghe's pupils contracted sharply.
That name jumped into her mind almost instantly.
"Dai Mubai."
She uttered the name softly.
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of gritted teeth.
Her meticulously planned scheme and months-long offensive were completely destroyed by one person and one fire.
"good."
"Very good."
Xue Qinghe took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.
She is a rational person.
With supplies cut off and morale low, continuing the fight would only increase casualties.
"Pass down the order."
"The entire army broke camp and retreated thirty li."
"I've noted this down."
She took one last, deep look in the direction of Black Wind Valley.
At that moment, the golden figure that was faintly visible in the firelight seemed to be deeply etched into her eyes, even though it was dozens of miles away.
...
The scene changes.
Xingluo Camp.
Unlike the grief on the Tian Dou side, this side was already filled with cheers.
Dai Mubai is back.
Instead of going through the main gate, he climbed over the camp's wall.
His black night clothes were burned to shreds, revealing his strong, scarred muscles underneath.
Although his face was covered in soot, his evil eyes shone with a frightening light.
"Mu Bai!"
Zhu Zhuqing was the first to rush forward.
Regardless of how dirty Dai Mubai was, she threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face.
Dai Mubai grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.
"Why are you crying?"
"I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"
The commander and his generals who arrived later were stunned when they saw the towering flames in the direction of Black Wind Valley.
"This...it really burned?"
The commander swallowed hard, and the way he looked at Dai Mubai completely changed.
It's no longer about watching a prince who's there to gain prestige; it's about watching a monster.
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