Li Bai VS Dai Mubai! The Great Tang Empire Does Not Tolerate Insolence!

Dai Mubai only felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

Immediately after, an unstoppable, immense force struck, forcing him to release his grip and stagger backward.

Stomp, stomp, stomp!

Dai Mubai retreated three steps, each one leaving a deep crack in the hard ground, before he managed to steady himself.

At this moment.

The middle-aged merchant, who had nearly lost his life, had already collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, cold sweat pouring from him like paste.

Several diners who were nearby quickly stepped forward to help the merchant up, dragging him to the back of the crowd.

In the center of the hall, a new figure had appeared.

Li Bai held his wine gourd in one hand and his long sword in the other, his robes fluttering, like an immortal descended to the mortal realm.

He didn't look at the merchant he had saved. His slightly tipsy eyes simply rested on Dai Mubai.

"Who?"

Dai Mubai shook his somewhat numb wrist, his mismatched Evil Eyes flashing with ferocity.

He stared intently at the white-robed swordsman who had suddenly appeared before him.

Although that sword strike hadn't injured his bones, the sharp aura it carried made him extremely uncomfortable.

It was like being targeted by a venomous snake.

However.

When he saw that the long sword in Li Bai's hand was not some precious martial soul, and that he hadn't even revealed a single soul ring, his wariness dissipated by more than half.

On this Douluo Continent, Soul Power Level determined everything.

What kind of ability could someone have who didn't even dare to fully release their martial soul?

"Got some skill."

Dai Mubai straightened his body, crossed his arms, and tilted his chin up slightly, regaining his arrogant demeanor.

He looked Li Bai up and down, as if he were looking at a slightly stronger ant.

"What?"

"This shabby tavern in Chang'an City keeps thugs like you around, besides the singers?"

"Looking at your attire, you want to play hero and save the damsel?"

Dai Mubai's words were full of provocation.

He couldn't stand this kind of pretentious fellow.

In his opinion, the person before him just wanted to show off in front of Yang Guifei.

Li Bai tilted his head back and took a swig of wine.

The spicy liquid rolled down his Adam's apple, and he exhaled contentedly.

Then.

He casually looked at Dai Mubai, his voice clear and cold.

"This is Taibai Restaurant."

"Not a brothel for playboys like you to seek out women."

"Get lost quickly."

Li Bai's words were concise and powerful, without any politeness.

He had never had a good impression of such arrogant and bullying rich young masters.

If it weren't for the Lord's instructions to try not to cause trouble within the city, that sword strike just now would have severed not just a wisp of soul power, but Dai Mubai's palm.

Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai didn't get angry. Instead, he seemed to hear something even funnier.

He stuck a finger in his ear and dug around.

"Telling me to get lost?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"In this Heaven Dou Empire, no one has dared to speak to me like this yet."

Li Bai's brow furrowed, clearly growing impatient.

The long sword in his hand was slightly raised, its tip pointing directly at Dai Mubai.

"I don't care who you are."

"Now, immediately, at once."

"Apologize to Boss Yang."

"Otherwise, you won't be walking out of this door today."

Although Li Bai's voice was calm, the determination contained within it was undeniable.

Yang Guifei was not only the proprietress of this restaurant but also a friend of Lord.

How could she allow an outsider to insult her like this?

"Apologize?"

Dai Mubai acted as if he had heard a fairy tale and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"You want me to apologize to a Performer?"

"Is your brain broken?"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The expression on Dai Mubai's face instantly turned extremely ferocious.

"Fine!"

"Since you want to die, then This Young Master will grant your wish!"

"I'll show you what true power is!"

Boom!

Before he even finished speaking.

A more violent surge of soul power than before erupted from Dai Mubai's body.

His body swelled again, muscles bulging, stretching his clothes taut to the point of tearing.

At the same time.

Circles of brilliant halos slowly rose from beneath his feet.

A full nine soul rings!

The dazzling light instantly illuminated the entire dim hall.

Titled Douluo!

This was Dai Mubai's current strength.

After returning from his training on Sea God Island, coupled with various fortuitous encounters, he had long since broken through that threshold that ordinary people found difficult to reach.

With all nine rings unleashed, his pressure was world-shattering.

Where had the ordinary diners around ever seen such a display?

Everyone turned pale with fright and retreated, afraid of being affected by the terrifying pressure.

"My God! A nine-ringed!"

"Is this the legendary Titled Douluo?"

"We're finished, we've really kicked a steel plate!"

Exclamations erupted from the crowd.

To ordinary people, a Titled Douluo was like a God, invincible.

Dai Mubai savored the feeling of being revered.

Looking at their terrified expressions, his vanity was greatly satisfied.

However.

Amidst the panic.

A few Old Regulars who frequented the restaurant showed little fear.

One of them, an old man in Coarse Cloth Garments, slowly munched on sunflower seeds and said with a smile:

"Titled Douluo?"

"Oh my, what a display of power."

"Nowadays, can any Tom, Dick, or Harry become a Titled Douluo?"

Another burly man chimed in:

"Exactly."

"Don't they know where they are?"

"Causing trouble at Taibai Restaurant, aren't they afraid of the wind snatching their tongues?"

"Let alone a Titled Douluo, even a God would have to behave themselves here!"

These Old Neighbors had watched Chang'an City develop step by step.

They had witnessed too many incredible things.

Not to mention anything else.

Just a few days ago, the troublemaker who came here, wasn't he also a Titled Douluo?

And what was the result?

He was sent flying by Miss Gongsun Li's umbrella, and he still doesn't know which tree he's hanging on.

So.

They didn't feel too desperate about the strength Dai Mubai displayed.

Instead, they had expressions of watching a good show.

Hearing these discussions, Dai Mubai's face instantly darkened.

These uncivilized people!

How dare they look down on him like this?

"Good! Very good!"

"Since you're looking for death, I'll kill this ignorant brat first, and then crush you one by one!"

Dai Mubai roared and was about to make a move.

Just then.

Li Bai moved.

He didn't retreat or dodge.

He just gently shook the long sword in his hand.

Hum!

The sword hummed again.

An Aura, though not as violent as Dai Mubai's, but even purer and sharper, rose from him.

Immediately after.

Under everyone's stunned gazes.

Circles of Soul Rings rose from Li Bai's feet.

Purple!

The first Soul Ring, purple!

A Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

Seeing this, Dai Mubai's eyelids twitched violently.

How is this possible?

The first Soul Ring is Thousand-Year? This completely violates the common sense of the Soul Master World!