Dai Mubai Kneels! Humiliation!

"Get... down!"

Tang San swung his arm downward.

The vine carrying Dai Mubai slammed viciously into the ground.

Bang!

A deafening crash rang out.

The stone slabs of the Soul Fighting Arena shattered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Dai Mubai spat out a mouthful of blood. The White Tiger Vajra Transformation around him instantly dispersed, and he collapsed like a pile of mud on the ground, his entire body twitching.

He had been bound into a dumpling, with only his head exposed.

The entire arena fell deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the unbelievable sight before them.

That Evil Eye White Tiger, who had been so arrogantly invincible last night, had actually been beaten into this state by a few blades of grass?

Was this still a battle between Soul Grandmasters?

This was completely one-sided domination.

Tang San slowly walked up to Dai Mubai.

The sound of his specially made combat boots stepping on the stone slabs was like treading on Dai Mubai's heart.

Dai Mubai struggled to lift his eyelids and looked at Tang San towering above him, his face full of disbelief.

"This... this is impossible..."

"What kind of sorcery is this?"

"Blue Silver Grass... that trash martial soul... how could it possibly be this powerful?"

"I don't believe it... I don't believe it!"

He roared, his voice filled with unwillingness and fear.

Tang San raised his foot.

He stepped directly onto Dai Mubai's face.

Then ground down hard.

He forcibly crushed the rest of Dai Mubai's words back into his throat.

"Trash?"

Tang San's voice was cold, several degrees colder than the late autumn wind.

"There are no useless martial souls, only useless people."

"You can't even defeat me. What right do you have to challenge my master?"

Tang San lowered his head and looked at the distorted face beneath his foot.

"This time, it's a lesson."

"If I hear you show even the slightest disrespect toward my master again—"

"Next time, it won't just be your bones that break."

"It'll be your life."

Blue Silver King's Mansion, reception hall.

The furnishings here were not extravagant; they could even be called plain and elegant. Yet every ornament exuded an air of nobility.

Tang Yuan sat in the seat of honor.

He held a cup of clear tea in his hand, steam curling upward and obscuring his features.

He was not wearing royal robes, merely simple everyday clothes, yet no one dared meet his gaze.

Tang San stood slightly behind him at his side, like a silent guard.

The vicious aura he had displayed in the Soul Fighting Arena had completely faded, leaving only absolute respect for the man before him.

"Bring them in."

Tang Yuan set down his teacup. The porcelain striking the table produced a crisp sound.

Outside the door, two maidservants led two people inside.

They were two exceptionally beautiful women.

The one on the left was Zhu Zhuyun.

She wore a form-fitting black dress with a high slit, revealing glimpses of her long, fair legs as she walked.

She possessed the charm of a mature woman, like a perfectly ripe peach that would drip with juice at the slightest squeeze.

Her expression was calm.

She was even somewhat numb.

As the legitimate daughter of the Star Luo Great Clan, she had been taught from childhood that interests came first.

Since the family had sent her away, it meant she was already a discarded pawn.

And as a discarded pawn, she had to be aware of her place.

Zhu Zhuqing beside her, however, was completely different.

She too wore a black dress, though its style was slightly more conservative.

Even so, it could not conceal her proud figure.

She was still young, and her face retained obvious traces of childishness.

At this moment, that cool little face was filled with panic.

Her hands tightly clutched her skirt, her knuckles turning somewhat white from the excessive force.

Her large eyes darted around uneasily, like a startled fawn.

Tang Yuan's gaze swept over the two of them.

It slid across Zhu Zhuyun's voluptuous curves before finally settling on Zhu Zhuqing's panicked little face.

There was not the slightest hint of lust in that gaze, yet it carried a suffocating sense of oppression.

Like a hunter sizing up his prey.

Or a master examining newly purchased slaves.

Zhu Zhuqing trembled all over beneath that glance and instinctively shrank back behind Zhu Zhuyun.

"Since you're here."

Tang Yuan spoke.

His voice was not loud, yet it echoed through the hall.

"Then you are people of the King's Mansion."

"Put away the airs you had as princesses and young ladies."

"The King's Mansion has its own rules."

"Follow the rules, and you can live well."

"If you don't follow the rules..."

Tang Yuan did not continue. He merely tapped the table lightly.

The rhythmic tapping sounded as though it were counting down for them.

Zhu Zhuyun pulled Zhu Zhuqing down to kneel, their foreheads pressed against the carpet.

"This servant... understands."

Zhu Zhuyun's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes, but she could only kneel alongside her sister.

"This servant... understands."

Tang Yuan nodded in satisfaction.

Just then, a burst of noisy footsteps came from outside.

"Master, the man has been brought."

Ying Qi's voice came from beyond the door.

Tang Yuan rose and adjusted his sleeves.

"Come, let's go see our guest."

He strode outside.

Tang San followed closely behind.

The Zhu Family sisters exchanged a glance, then could only shakily scramble to their feet and follow.

At the entrance to the King's Mansion.

Quite a crowd had gathered by then.

There were guards from the King's Mansion, as well as passing commoners.

And in the very center of the gate, someone was being dragged like a dead dog.

Dai Mubai.

He no longer looked human.

His clothes were tattered, and his face was covered in bruises and shoeprints.

His right cheek in particular was swollen high, clearly from where Tang San had stepped on it earlier.

Two guards from the King's Mansion had him pinned firmly to the ground, leaving him unable to move.

As Tang Yuan emerged, the surrounding guards dropped to one knee in unison.

"Greetings, His Highness the Blue Silver King!"

Their voices shook the sky.

That display of authority made Dai Mubai, sprawled on the ground, tremble even harder.

Tang Yuan stood atop the steps, looking down at Dai Mubai.

"Dai Mubai."

"There seems to be one matter from yesterday's peace negotiations that remains unfinished."

Dai Mubai struggled to raise his head, his mismatched eyes filled with humiliation and fear.

"What... matter?"

Tang Yuan pointed at Zhu Zhuqing, who stood behind him.

"Since the Zhu Family's young lady has already been sent to This King's Mansion,"

"shouldn't that so-called engagement of yours be dealt with?"

Dai Mubai shuddered from head to toe.

Dissolve the engagement?

Publicly, personally dissolve the engagement?

For a man, that was more painful than being killed.

This was stripping his face bare and throwing it to the ground to be trampled on!

"No... I won't..."

Dai Mubai instinctively tried to refuse.

Clang!

Ying Qi drew the long blade at his waist and held it to Dai Mubai's neck.

The icy edge pressed against his skin, raising a layer of goosebumps.

Tang Yuan's tone remained calm.

"I'm sure the Star Luo Great Emperor wouldn't mind sending another son to his death."