Dai Weisi

In the prince's palace of the Star Luo Empire Imperial Star Luo Imperial City Empire.

Dai Weisi has lost count of how many things he smashed.

The memorials on the desk were swept to the ground, the expensive porcelain shattered into pieces, and even the paperweight given to him by his father had turned into a few pieces of pebbles, lying quietly in the corner.

His chest heaved violently, his handsome face contorted with rage, his eyes bloodshot, and he cursed incessantly:

"Who does he think he is?! How dare he humiliate me like this!"

Thinking back to today's grand competition, that ten-year-old brat defeated him, the dignified Crown Prince of the Star Luo Empire, in front of all the civil and military officials and the major families, as if he were a child—even the final blow, which the opponent clearly held back, was more humiliating than a direct defeat!

"Your Highness, please calm down! Your Highness, please calm down!"

The lackey beside him sidled up, fawningly echoing:

"Yes, yes, yes! Who does he think he is? He's just a bastard with no parents! What makes him think he can fight against Your Highness?"

Since news of what happened during the Star Luo Academy competition had not yet spread, the lackey obviously did not know why his master was angry. He simply assumed that his master disliked the Tianxing King, and thus echoed his words.

Upon hearing this, Dai Weisi, panting heavily, remained silent, his expression growing even colder.

Seeing that his master did not refute him, the lackey grew bolder and continued:

"Your Highness, you should fight him! Let him see what you're made of! A mere bastard dares to be arrogant in front of Your Highness?!"

Upon hearing this, Dai Weisi slowly turned his head, his gloomy gaze falling on the lackey's face.

His voice suddenly became very calm:

"You mean, you want me to fight him?"

The lackey, clearly oblivious to the danger, continued his fawning:

"Yes, yes, yes! You fight him! How could he possibly—"

What level is he?

Dai Weisi interrupted him, asking calmly.

The lackey was taken aback, then honestly replied:

"Level 4...47."

Dai Weisi nodded, his tone remaining calm, and continued to ask:

What level am I?

The lackey scratched his head and answered honestly:

"Level 3... Level 39."

Hearing this, Dai Weisi almost laughed out of anger.

The laughter was low and suppressed, carrying a hint of unease, as the speaker deliberately lowered their voice:

"So, you want me to fight him?"

The lackey still didn't react, and nodded in response as if out of habit:

"Yes!"

Dai Weisi's voice suddenly rose, and he pointed at the lackey, demanding:

"You clearly know that his level is higher than mine, you clearly know that his Martial Soul is stronger than mine—and you still want me to fight him?!"

The lackey then realized something was amiss, but his long-standing habit of agreeing made him nod anyway.

"Yes... yes..."

"You--!"

Upon hearing this, Dai Weisi completely erupted.

He suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the lackey, and roared:

"You clearly know that his level is higher than mine! His Martial Soul is stronger than mine! You want me to fight him—are you sending me to my death?!"

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?! Huh?!"

The moment the last word was uttered, he kicked the lackey hard in the chest!

"Bang!"

The lackey was kicked to the ground, and only then did he seem to wake from a daze. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his chest, he repeatedly kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"Your Highness, spare me! Your Highness, spare me! That's not what I meant! I just..."

"What are you?!"

Dai Weisi ignored all explanations, rushed forward, and kicked the lackey repeatedly.

"You want me to fight someone at level 47?!"

"You want me to go and die?!"

"What are your intentions?!"

"Explain!!"

Each kick was imbued with Soul Power, causing the lackey to scream in agony, rolling and groaning on the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, the henchman's screams gradually weakened, leaving only suppressed groans.

Dai Weisi finally stopped.

He was panting heavily, looking down at the lapdog at his feet who had been beaten black and blue and was on the verge of death. The pent-up anger in his heart finally subsided a little.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand to smooth his stray hair behind his head, straightened his disheveled robes, and regained the demeanor befitting a prince.

"Someone come here!"

The servants standing outside the door hurriedly pushed the door open and entered. They saw the room in a mess and the grotesque lackey on the ground, but dared not show any displeasure. They simply bowed and obeyed orders.

Dai Weisi pointed to the person on the ground and instructed the servants:

"Drag him away."

"Yes."

The servants dragged the barely alive lackey away and quickly left the room.

The room finally quieted down.

Dai Weisi was left alone, standing amidst the broken porcelain and wood, his breathing gradually becoming steady.

Just then, a soft footstep sound came from outside the door.

A slender figure appeared at the doorway.

Zhu Zhuyun slowly walked into the room.

Her gaze swept over the mess on the ground, her brows furrowing slightly. Then she looked at Dai Weisi, who was standing in the ruins, a knowing glint in her eyes.

When Dai Weisi saw her, the ferocity on his face slowly faded, replaced by a forced calm.

"You've come."

His voice was hoarse, but he tried his best to remain calm.

Zhu Zhuyun nodded.

Dai Weisi looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and then asked:

"Has the second son already escaped?"

Zhu Zhuyun nodded slowly, her expression solemn.

"Yes. He and his second sister... escaped from Star Luo City last night."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Dai Weisi suddenly threw his head back and let out a fit of maniacal laughter.

"Hahaha--!"

"They're gone?!"

"Great!! They're all gone!!!"

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, tears welling in his eyes, but there was no joy in his laughter, only intense irony and sorrow.

"The third brother is gone! The second brother is gone too!"

"Coward!"

"A bunch of cowards!!!"

His laughter echoed through the empty palace, lingering for Jiujiu.

Zhu Zhuyun stood quietly at the door, looking at the almost deranged man before her, without saying a word.

She simply lowered her eyes, lost in thought.

The setting sun cast its last rays into the hall through the window, turning the mess on the floor a ghastly red.

Dai Weisi's laughter gradually subsided.

He kept his head tilted back, his gaze fixed on the ceiling of the room, his eyes empty and blank, as if he were thinking about nothing.

Zhu Zhuyun stood to the side, equally silent.

But her thoughts had already drifted elsewhere.

The scene from today's competition still replays in my mind repeatedly—she and Dai Weisi, one at level 38 and the other at level 39, two high-level Soul Elder, jointly unleashed the Martial Soul Fusion Skill Hell White Tiger, which was actually defeated by Dai Tianyu single-handedly.

That wasn't a fight at all.

That was crushing.

It is absolute suppression at the hierarchical level.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhuyun couldn't help but think of her younger sister, Zhu Zhuqing.

She remembered the day she told her father about her sister's dream.