As Ye Wen basked in the crowd's cheers, he slowly walked to the edge of the arena where Dai Mubai stood and looked down at him.
"Evil Eye White Tiger, watch your mouth next time. Don't start spewing filth at every turn. Otherwise, the next time you provoke someone you can't afford to offend, you won't get off as easily as you did today."
With that, Ye Wen turned and left, perfectly embodying the composure of the strong.
Dai Mubai's expression shifted constantly. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.
After all, he could not beat Ye Wen in strength. And now, he was a prince who had fled his country, not even in his own homeland. He had no way to suppress Ye Wen with his status, either.
Cowardly at heart, Dai Mubai ultimately chose to swallow this humiliation. So what if he got insulted? It would not cost him a piece of flesh.
But when Dai Mubai noticed Zhu Zhuqing's displeased expression again, his face immediately changed.
No, he could not just let this go. If he wanted to restore his image in his fiancée's eyes, he had to win back some ground. Otherwise, even if he was forced to take part in the royal contest, Zhu Zhuqing, whose heart could not resonate with his, would be unable to use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with him. Then he would surely fail in the fight for the throne.
At the thought of the miserable life of imprisonment awaiting him, Dai Mubai could not help but shudder.
Dai Mubai quickly made up his mind. He could not defeat Ye Wen alone, but his overall strength was only slightly inferior. If Tang San, that monster, joined him, along with Ma Hongjun's