Tianxing King Mansion

He first sent Zhu Zhuying and Zhu Zhumeng back first, then turned to Dai Mubai, his brows slightly furrowed, and asked:

"Mu Bai, why do you despise that Yu Xiaogang so much?"

Dai Mubai snorted coldly and replied angrily:

"Second brother, you have no idea how disgusting that guy is."

"He always puts on airs like a Grandmaster, looking at people as if they were his experimental subjects."

"You didn't see it. The first time he saw me, the look in his eyes... tsk, it still gives me the creeps when I think about it now."

He paused, then continued:

"Moreover, his theory almost killed someone."

"The student I mentioned earlier is named Mo Xuan, and he's a few years older than me."

"Back then, because I listened to him, I absorbed a 1,700-year-old Spirit Ring, and as a result, my Martial Soul exploded, and my legs were crippled."

"If I hadn't met a benefactor later, my life would have been ruined."

After listening, Dai Niesheng nodded thoughtfully.

"I see."

He paused, then asked:

"Then how can he still stay in the academy?"

Dai Mubai thought for a moment and said:

"Teacher Zhao said that this guy is the second son of Yu Yuanzhen, the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

Dai Niesheng an eyebrow slightly.

Dai Mubai continued:

"Moreover, I've heard that he had a past relationship with Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall."

"I think I pursued her back then, although it didn't work out in the end, but the connection remains."

After saying that, he made a "shh" gesture to Dai Niesheng and whispered:

"And Teacher Zhao told me not to mention this to anyone else."

He then continued:

"Furthermore, it seems he has something on several teachers at the academy, and Dean Flender can't do anything about him, so he's just been kept around."

After listening, Dai Niesheng remained silent for a moment.

The biological son of the leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

He had a past relationship with the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

Either of these identities is enough to draw attention.

Even if this person is a good-for-nothing, these two identities are still real.

He recalled the look in Yu Xiaogang's eyes when he looked at him earlier.

That person has feelings for him.

No, she has feelings for him and Mu Bai.

A slight smile curved the corners of Dai Niesheng's lips.

That's interesting.

Seeing his expression, Dai Mubai couldn't help but ask:

"Second brother, what are you laughing at?"

Dai Niesheng shook his head and did not answer.

He simply raised his hand and patted Dai Mubai on the shoulder:

"Let's go, show me around some more."

Dai Mubai scratched his head, full of doubts, but didn't ask any more questions.

He turned and continued leading the way, muttering to himself:

"Second brother, let me tell you, that guy is a complete waste of space. Don't be fooled by his theories..."

Dai Niesheng followed behind him, listening to his rambling, but the smile on his lips deepened.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Spirit Hall.

This Yu Xiaogang is really... an interesting person.

Meanwhile, in the Star Luo Imperial City, at the Tianxing King Mansion...

In the main hall, ten-year-old Dai Tianyu sat upright in the main seat.

His physique still retained the immaturity of a child, but the imposing presence between his brows was already beginning to take shape.

At this moment, he coldly stared at the people kneeling below and spoke:

"Did Dai Weisi send you?"

Below, a middle-aged man lay prostrate on the ground, looking extremely miserable.

He looked to be in his fifties, dressed in tattered black clothes, now covered in blood. His face was bruised and battered, making it unrecognizable.

The most shocking sight was his legs—below the knees, twisted at an eerie angle, clearly broken.

This person's name is Cheng Hui, an 82-level Soul Douluo, who is quite well-known in the shadows of Star Luo Imperial City.

He was originally a royal Shadow Guard, but later left the organization to engage in shady dealings.

To put it bluntly, they were doing shady work for the royal family.

Three days ago, he took on a big job—to assassinate Dai Tianyu, the young prince of the Tianxing King Mansion.

In his view, a ten-year-old child, even if it is as rumored, is already at level 47.

With his level 82 Soul Douluo strength, killing a child like this would be a piece of cake.

And he did indeed find out the truth.

The highest-ranking cultivator in the Tianxing King Mansion was Wu Yuan, the former commander of the guards, a level 77 Soul Saint.

The other guards are not a concern at all.

So he came.

Then...

Even now, recalling the scene from last night, Cheng Hui still feels a chill run down his spine.

He had just sneaked into the Prince's mansion and hadn't even had a chance to find out where the young prince's bedroom was when a terrifying aura descended from the sky!

Titled Douluo!!!

Before he could even react, his legs were smashed by a single blow, and he was carried here like a chick.

At this moment, the Titled Douluo stood beside him—a middle-aged man with an extraordinary aura, glancing at him sideways with his cold eyes.

It was Fu Ze.

Cheng Hui had no idea where this person had come from.

There is no such person in the intelligence of the Tianxing King Mansion!

His heart was filled with despair and horror, his mind was a complete mess, and he couldn't even hear what the child in the main seat asked him.

Until that impatient voice rang out again, like a cold blade slicing through his eardrums:

"I'm asking you a question! Did Dai Weisi send you?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Hui trembled and abruptly looked up, meeting those dark eyes.

There was no trace of childlike innocence or naivety in those eyes, only icy killing intent and impatience.

He hurriedly lowered his head and replied in a trembling voice:

"Yes... yes! It was His Highness the Crown Prince who sent me!"

Upon hearing the reply, Dai Tianyu's lips curled into a wicked smile.

Then, he turned to look at Fu Ze and said:

"Dai Weisi? That guy only knows how to use these underhanded tactics."

Fu Ze shook his head slightly, his expression serious as he said:

"Tian Yu, this matter is probably not that simple."

"Given Dai Weisi's status, it's unlikely he could command a level 82 Soul Douluo to assassinate you."

"There may be others involved behind this."

Upon hearing this, Dai Tianyu waved his hand dismissively:

"Oh, Uncle Ze, aren't you talking about that old emperor? Who else could it be but him?"

His tone was casual, as if he were speaking not of a monarch, but of some insignificant passerby:

"That old bastard, one day I'll twist his head off and use it as a football!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Hui, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly stiffened!

His pupils contracted sharply, and a storm of emotions surged within him!

How could I let him hear me say something like that?!

That is His Majesty the present Emperor! The ruler of the Star Luo Empire!

How dare this ten-year-old child insult him so rebelliously?!

After hearing such words, how could he possibly leave alive?!

Cheng Hui felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.