Davis's humiliation?!

The scene froze in a secluded corner of the Star Luo Imperial Garden.

Five-year-old Dai Mubai, dressed in a simple black training suit, was sitting cross-legged on a bluestone, adjusting his breathing.

Although his young face was still tender, there was already a faint air of heroism between his brows that made one dare not look directly at him.

Just then.

A flurry of messy footsteps broke the tranquility of the garden.

"Yo, isn't this my dear little brother?"

A slightly sharp voice drifted over.

The scene shifted.

A group of luxuriously dressed youths walked over.

The leader, about eleven or twelve years old, was quite handsome, but his more mature eyes revealed an undisguised gloom and arrogance.

It was Dai Weisi!

Although Dai Weisi had not yet fully grown, as the eldest imperial prince, he already carried himself with a full measure of overbearing posture.

Behind him followed several children of the royal collateral branches, each with their noses in the air, looking at Dai Mubai sitting on the stone with faces full of mockery.

"What? No greeting when you see your elder brother?"

Dai Weisi walked up to the bluestone and looked down at his brother, who was a head shorter than him.

He had long found this brother an eyesore.

Their father paid too much attention to this brother, even making an exception to let him enter the Martial Armory at the age of three.

This made him, the eldest prince, feel an unprecedented threat.

Today, he was here to pick a fight.

He wanted to teach this so-called "genius" a lesson in this deserted place, to let the other party know who the future master of the Star Luo Empire really was.

On the bluestone.

Little Dai Mubai slowly opened his eyes.

Within those double pupils, there was no ripple, no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

He merely glanced at Dai Weisi indifferently and prepared to get up and leave.

This attitude of being ignored instantly infuriated Dai Weisi.

"Stop!"

Dai Weisi took a step forward, blocking the way.

A cruel smile hung on the corner of his mouth as he pointed to the ground:

"Did I tell you that you could leave?"

"Since you don't understand the rules, as your brother, I shall teach you properly."

"Kneel."

"Kowtow to your brother and admit your mistake, and this matter will be settled for today."

"Otherwise..."

Dai Weisi clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and the fluctuations of his soul power flickered in and out of existence:

"Even if you are the prince favored by Father, you are going to suffer today!"

Black World.

Seeing this scene, the atmosphere, which had been somewhat dull due to the Fist Strikes the Void, instantly livened up.

"Dai Weisi!"

Inside the Heaven Dou Camp, someone recognized the youth.

"That's the eldest prince of Star Luo, Dai Weisi!"

"Looking at his age, he must be eleven or twelve, right?"

"Tsk tsk, now we're in for a good show."

"Although that Little White Emperor is impressive—what kind of fist technique could he practice at three years old?—he hasn't awakened his martial soul yet, right?"

"Exactly. A five-year-old fighting a twelve-year-old? Isn't that nonsense?"

The soldiers whispered to each other, their tones carrying more or less a sense of schadenfreude.

That Little White Emperor had performed too perfectly just now, so perfectly that it made ordinary people like them jealous.

Now that they saw he was about to be humbled, everyone felt much more balanced.

In the center of the crowd.

Dai Mubai looked at Dai Weisi on the Sky Screen, his eyes complex.

He was all too familiar with this older brother.

From childhood to adulthood, he had been his nightmare.

"When I was five..."

Dai Mubai recalled the past, his face turning somewhat pale:

"Back then, Dai Weisi had already awakened his Martial Soul, I think it was Innate Soul Power level seven or eight?"

"By the time he was eleven or twelve, his soul power definitely exceeded level fifteen!"

Speaking of this, Dai Mubai seemed to find his confidence, his voice rising a few notches:

"Soul Masters and ordinary people are two different species!"

"No matter how much that version of me in the White World trains his body, without the support of soul power, he's just a slightly stronger ant."

"A level fifteen Soul Master is someone who truly possesses a soul ring and can use soul skills!"

"In this battle, he is bound to lose!"

Dai Mubai said decisively.

He had to say it this way.

Because if he didn't, it would be equivalent to admitting that his five-year-old self had more courage than his current self.

Standing to the side, Yu Xiaogang finally recovered from the shadow of the recent "slap in the face."

With his hands behind his back, that stiff, master-like face regained its confidence and wisdom.

"Mubai is right."

Yu Xiaogang nodded, his gaze sweeping across the room as he began his "authoritative" analysis:

"According to my Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul theory."

"The first soul ring provides a massive boost to a Soul Master's physical fitness."

"A Soul Master with a century-old soul ring has strength, speed, and reaction capabilities that far exceed those of an ordinary person by several times."

"That child in the White World, although he has practiced some strange fist techniques, is only five years old."

"His body hasn't fully developed, and his bones haven't fused."

"Facing a Soul Master who has awakened his Martial Soul for years and possesses a first soul ring."

"The win rate..."

Yu Xiaogang held up a finger and shook it in the air, his tone certain:

"Is zero."

"This is an objective law, an ironclad rule that does not shift based on human will."

Tang San stood to the side, nodding slightly as well.

As a transmigrator, he understood the difference between internal energy and the lack thereof even better.

Although that Little White Emperor could create air explosions, in his view, that was more likely due to some kind of force-generating technique.

But soul power was an all-encompassing enhancement.

"It is indeed very difficult."

Tang San evaluated rationally:

"The disparity in strength is too great."

"If I were that White Emperor, the best choice now would be to endure humiliation, even if it meant kneeling, for as long as there is life, there is hope."

"Going head-to-head will only result in a more miserable defeat."

White World.

Unlike the pessimistic outlook in the Black World.

The major powers here were all filled with anticipation.

In the Martial Soul Hall, inside the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong elegantly swirled the red wine in her glass, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on the Sky Screen.

"A five-year-old fighting a twelve-year-old?"

"Heh, interesting."

She was not worried.

Because of that look in his eyes.

The way that little guy looked at Dai Weisi was not at all like he was looking at an invincible, powerful enemy.

Instead, he was looking at... a barking stray dog.

Sea God Island.

Bo Saixi stood atop the crest of the waves, the sea breeze blowing through her long hair.

"Let me see how this so-called God Emperor faced provocation in his youth."

She was very curious.

Just what kind of confidence did an emperor who had no divine inheritance and had carved his own path entirely through slaughter possess?

Star Luo Imperial Palace.

"This Dai Weisi is truly courting death!"

Xiao Wu stomped her feet in anger, her two rabbit ears standing straight up:

"To think he actually dared to make Mu Bai kneel!"

"If it were me, I would have hit him with an Eight-Stage Throw long ago, throwing him so hard even his own mother wouldn't recognize him!"

Ning Rongrong also wore an expression of indignation:

"Exactly!"

"Bullying others just because he's older, what kind of skill is that?"