Settling the Score with Dai Weisi
His body trembled even more violently, but he couldn't even utter a word of begging for mercy.
Fu Ze glanced at him, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes, but said nothing more.
He simply asked again:
"So, Tian Yu, how do you plan to handle this matter?"
Dai Tianyu jumped off the chair, dusted off non-existent dust, and flashed a bright smile.
At this moment, the smile on his youthful face should have appeared innocent and naive, but paired with his dark eyes, it exuded an indescribable air of wickedness:
"What else can we do? Let's settle the score with that kid Dai Weisi!"
After saying that, he waved to Fu Ze and said:
"Uncle Ze, could you please take this old man with you? Let's go see Dai Weisi and have a chat!"
After saying that, he strode towards the door without looking back.
Fu Ze looked at his fearless demeanor and shook his head helplessly.
In the end, all he could do was reach out and lift the limp Cheng Hui up, like carrying a dead dog, and follow after him.
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On the streets of Star Luo Imperial City, it had already gotten dark.
Dai Tianyu walked ahead, his black hair gently swaying in the night breeze.
He walked slowly, but each step carried a certain indescribable rhythm.
Fu Ze followed behind, carrying Cheng Hui, his expression calm, as if he were carrying not an 82-level Soul Douluo, but a bag of ordinary goods.
Cheng Hui was suspended in mid-air, trembling all over, his heart filled with utter despair.
He heard those words.
He overheard the young prince insulting His Majesty. Could he possibly leave alive?
What terrified him even more was that the young prince began to emanate fluctuations of Soul Power.
The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Martial Soul quietly possessed him.
Black light flowed around him, faintly condensing into a tiger-shaped phantom.
His hands transformed into tiger claws, their sharp edges gleaming with a chilling light in the night.
His aura began to rise steadily, becoming stronger and more violent.
Then, he began to gather his strength.
Upon seeing this, Cheng Hui's eyes widened.
He had seen countless geniuses, but he had never seen anyone who could charge up and prepare Spirit Skill while walking!
Moreover, the fluctuation of that Soul Power was getting stronger and stronger, and more and more solid—this was definitely not an ordinary Spirit Skill!
After walking several dozen more steps, the light surrounding Dai Tianyu had become extremely intense.
His right hand was slightly raised, his tiger claw loosely clenched, and a faint dark golden light flickered and condensed between his five fingers.
That's about it.
His voice was light and airy, as if he were talking about something trivial.
At this time, they were still a whole street away from the First Prince's Mansion.
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The First Prince's Mansion.
Dai Weisi's mansion was located on the east side of the royal city, covering a vast area, with carved beams and painted rafters, and was exceptionally grand.
At that moment, Dai Weisi was in his residence discussing matters with several trusted confidants.
Sudden--
"Boom--!!!"
A deafening roar shook the entire mansion violently!
Dai Weisi suddenly stood up, his expression changing drastically!
Before he could react, several more explosions rang out, as if some terrifying force was bombarding him from afar!
"What's going on?!" he shouted angrily.
A guard stumbled in, his face filled with terror, and said:
"Your Highness! It's... it's that young prince from the Tianxing King Mansion!"
Upon hearing this, Dai Weisi's face turned ashen, then he looked at the guard with murderous intent and asked:
Is he outside the door right now?
The guard replied with fear in his eyes:
"He... he hasn't even arrived yet, but his Spirit Skill has already arrived!"
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Outside the mansion gate.
Dai Tianyu stood on the street corner, a full hundred steps from the gate.
He raised his right hand, his tiger claw slightly clenched; his fourth Spirit Ring was already lit, but he wasn't using Spirit Ring skill at this moment, but rather Self-Created Soul Skill taught to him by his master.
"Evil Tiger Meteor Finger --!!!"
In an instant, countless dark golden finger beams formed from Soul Power shot out from his palm like a meteor shower!
Each finger beam was as thick as an arm, carrying a piercing shriek that tore through the air, and slammed into the First Prince's Mansion, covering a distance of an entire street!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom--!"
The first beam of light shattered the plaque on the gate.
The second beam of light shattered the magnificent vermilion gate.
The third, the fourth... countless beams of light poured down like a torrential rain, blasting the screen wall behind the door, the mirror wall, and even the main hall of the first courtyard into countless holes!
Debris and rubble flew everywhere, and dust filled the sky!
The guards in the manor rushed out in a panic, but when they saw the small figure at the street corner in the distance, and the four incredible Spirit Ring around his body, they were all stunned.
Ten years old, level 47 Soul Ancestor.
The second ring lasts a thousand years, the fourth ring lasts ten thousand years.
That iconic Spirit Ring... what happened to that monster?!
They didn't have time to look closely.
Because that Little Monster is walking towards us step by step, making a rumbling sound as it goes!
Dai Tianyu approached step by step, his right hand constantly making grasping and flicking motions, each strike landing precisely within the area of the First Prince's Mansion.
He didn't intentionally hurt anyone, but the collapsing buildings and the scattered debris had already thrown the entire mansion into chaos.
Fu Ze carried Cheng Hui and followed behind him at a leisurely pace.
Cheng Hui was completely numb as he watched this scene.
He has lived for over fifty years and has seen countless arrogant people.
But he had never seen anyone so arrogant—a ten-year-old child, carrying a Titled Douluo and a half-dead Soul Douluo, was bombarding the prince's mansion in the street!
Will he be able to go back alive today?
Finally, Dai Tianyu arrived at the gate of the mansion.
He stopped, took a deep breath, channeled his Soul Power into his throat, and his voice echoed like thunder throughout the entire First Prince's Mansion:
"Dai Weisi --!!!"
"You get the hell out here!!!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Dai Weisi, accompanied by several of his men, strode out of the mansion with grim expressions.
However, when he stepped out of the mansion and saw the scene before him, he couldn't help but pause for a moment.
The front yard has been completely reduced to ruins.
The vermilion gate that symbolized his majesty as the eldest prince was now nothing but a pile of broken wood.
The screen wall behind the gate, the main hall of the first courtyard, and the entire area were riddled with holes, with rubble and broken stones scattered all over the ground, and the smoke and dust had not yet completely dissipated.
The person who started all of this was standing in the middle of the ruins, arms crossed, black hair fluttering gently in the night wind, a nonchalant expression on his face.
Dai Weisi's gaze fell on Dai Tianyu, his eyes flashing with undisguised resentment and fear.
Then, his gaze passed over Dai Tianyu and landed behind him.
When his gaze fell on Cheng Hui, who was being carried by Fu Ze, Dai Weisi's body suddenly trembled!
Cheng Hui!
That Soul Douluo he sent out three days ago!
At this moment, he was covered in blood, his legs twisted, and he was being held in someone's hand like a dead dog!