I Don't Like Your Tone

Compared to Dai Mubai's self-doubt, Dai Weisi only grew more energized as the fight went on, his attacks becoming increasingly fierce.

"My dear little brother, can you still keep going?"

Though his words sounded concerned, Dai Weisi's assault did not stop for even a moment.

His three soul rings lit up one after another, and the White Tiger Claw left streak after streak of bloody wounds across Dai Mubai's body.

Dai Mubai had never possessed the temperament of a tough man to begin with, and he was still young. Under the effects of the pain, he had no intention of holding on any longer.

"Brother, I surrender! I surrender!"

After Dai Weisi sent him crashing to the ground with a claw strike, Dai Mubai hurriedly shouted, shielding himself with both hands as his body trembled uncontrollably.

Although Dai Weisi did not want to stop there, Dai Mubai had already surrendered before the eyes of everyone in the Great Soul Arena. It would not be appropriate for him to continue attacking.

It was not worth ruining his reputation over that piece of trash.

He stopped and canceled his Martial Soul Possession.

Dai Weisi smiled gently and bent down slightly, stroking Dai Mubai's head like a caring older brother.

"Don't challenge people so casually next time. Not everyone is as gentle as your brother~"

His face was smiling, but the frost in his eyes was as chilling as ancient ice.

Dai Mubai lowered his head without saying a word, merely sitting stupidly on the Soul Battle platform.

Among the spectators, many nobles and dignitaries who had come specifically to watch this Soul Battle already had their answer upon seeing the outcome.

In another corner, the middle-aged man in black robes merely sneered at the result.

The little girl beside him, however, reacted strongly. Her little face turned pale, and her lively eyes revealed confusion and despair that someone her age should never have possessed.

In the private room above, Ning Rongrong pouted in boredom.

"What was that? I thought he had something special, but he was just a guy who talked big."

Pei An glanced at the dispirited Dai Mubai on the Soul Battle platform, then looked away.

This prince was finished.

Not only had he completely lost his fighting spirit, but today's events would surely make even more wavering nobles and ministers side with Dai Weisi.

Dai Mubai's decision to challenge Dai Weisi had wavered between the extremes of wisdom and stupidity.

If Dai Mubai had defeated Dai Weisi, then the challenge would have been an excellent decision, instantly reversing all the disadvantages he had suffered over the past few years.

He would also have gained much support from the Star Luo Court.

Unfortunately, Dai Mubai had not made that decision after careful consideration. He had simply issued the challenge in a moment of impulsive ignorance.

Pei An could already foresee Dai Mubai's situation afterward.

With his fighting spirit gone, Dai Weisi would gain even more momentum, and his suppression of Dai Mubai would only grow harsher.

In the end, this prince would most likely abandon his fiancée and flee to Shrek just as he had in the Original Work, where he would chase women and waste away.

But with Pei An here this time, Dai Mubai had no hope of using Tang San and the others to turn things around.

Pei An could not be bothered with this member of the protagonist group.

Without Tang San, Dai Mubai was nothing more than a playboy. He might die at Dai Weisi's hands someday without anyone knowing.

Just as Pei An was preparing to leave the Great Soul Arena with Ning Rongrong, several people dressed in white robes embroidered with golden patterns appeared before them and blocked their path. Golden-threaded White Tiger emblems were embroidered upon their chests.

This scene was also witnessed in full by Dai Weisi, who had just emerged from the Soul Battle arena.

Imperial Supporters?!

As a prince of the Star Luo Royal Family, Dai Weisi recognized their identities at once.

He had met these men before. They were Father Emperor's trusted confidants.

Why had they appeared here? Was it because of his Soul Battle with Dai Mubai?

No, that was not right. He and Dai Mubai were still young, and Father Emperor knew very well that the struggle between princes could not possibly erupt at this time.

Even if he had sent people to watch them, there was no need to dispatch several Imperial Supporters.

Then it could only be because of the two figures, one grown and one young, standing opposite the supporters.

Who were they, to make several Imperial Supporters wait here for them?

Judging from the expressions of these supporters, they seemed...

A little nervous?!

Dai Weisi's thoughts raced.

He wisely chose not to step forward, instead watching the situation from the side.

Anything that required several Imperial Supporters to appear was clearly not something a prince whose wings had yet to fully grow could involve himself in.

Looking at the people before him, their attire, and the distinctive White Tiger emblems, Pei An did not need to think to know whose people they were.

He gave the three of them a faint glance. "What is it?"

Pei An's voice was calm, yet it made the Imperial Supporters tense up as though facing a great enemy.

The Star Luo Royal Family's supporters were not like Spirit Hall's supporters.

They were no Super Douluo. They were merely Soul Douluo-level experts.

Facing Pei An, someone who had slain a Title Douluo while still a Soul Douluo and had now broken through to become a Title Douluo himself—a man who killed without batting an eye—they were naturally extremely nervous.

After all, the fate of that Prince was still fresh in their minds.

They did not believe that the Judgement Douluo before them, who had shown no Misgivings about a Prince's status, would care about their status as Imperial Supporters.

If not for Your Majesty's orders, they would have rather died than deal with this man.

"Pope, please do not misunderstand. We mean no harm."

The Imperial Supporter at the head of the group hastily stated his position.

"I am Song Wuyou, an Imperial Supporter of the Star Luo Royal Family. I have come under Your Majesty's orders."

"May I ask what brings Pope to Star Luo City this time..."

At this point, Pei An understood.

So that Star Luo Emperor was worried about him.

It was understandable, though. Given Pei An's strength, he was like a walking humanoid nuclear bomb in Star Luo City. It was only natural for the Star Luo Emperor to be uneasy.

If Pei An was right, the troops near Star Luo City were likely converging on the city as they spoke.

Those old monsters hidden within the imperial palace had probably also been called out and placed on standby.

"Rest assured, This Seat bears no ill will. I merely brought my disciple here to experience the local customs and scenery of Star Luo City."

Pei An replied, giving them a Reassurance Pill.

"Of course..." His voice paused as his gaze flicked toward a certain spot nearby.

"I also do not wish to have eyes watching me. Understood?"

He had noticed those eyes long ago, but had not bothered with them.

Now that these Imperial Supporters had come to him, he mentioned it in passing.

He had already given them fair warning. If he discovered any eyes watching him in secret afterward, he would gouge them out one by one!

Another Imperial Supporter seemed angered by Pei An's attitude and stepped forward to remind him, "Pope, this is Star Luo City!"

Pei An turned his gaze upon him.

He was a little old man with a neatly groomed mustache.

"Oh? You seem to have quite an issue with me?"

"Pope!" Realizing something was wrong, Song Wuyou tried to stop him, but he was a step too late.

A flash of sword light vanished through the air.

Blood erupted in a fountain, and the mustached head rolled across the ground like a football.

"Sorry. I don't like his tone."

A "gentle" smile curled across Pei An's handsome face.