Self-Degradation, Nothing But Trash!

"So this is... a million-year."

Dai Mubai felt the vast, ocean-like spirit power surging within his body, yet he did not show much wild joy.

It was as if all of this had been within his expectations.

With a casual wave of his hand, the phantom of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon behind him dissipated, and the terrifying pressure retracted along with it.

Inside the grand hall.

The several beauties were already stunned.

"My goodness..."

Ning Rongrong covered her small mouth, her large eyes filled with shock:

"A Million-Year Spirit Ring..."

"And that dragon... it's so strong!"

"..."

Zhu Zhuqing's delicate body also trembled slightly.

She could clearly feel that the moment the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon appeared, her own Hell Spirit Cat martial soul had actually been trembling, submitting.

That was the absolute suppression from a superior being.

"Your Majesty..."

Qian Renxue looked at the man who seemed like a god descended to earth, the love in her eyes so intense it was nearly overflowing.

This was the man she had chosen.

This was the master of this world!

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

The women cheered in unison and swarmed around him, their faces flushed, clearly overwhelmed with excitement.

Dai Mubai smiled.

He sat back down on the dragon throne and reached out, pulling the still-dazed Zhu Zhuqing into his arms.

"What is it?"

"It's just a spirit ring, does it really surprise you all this much?"

He reached out and gently stroked Zhu Zhuqing's smooth cheek, his tone playful:

"You haven't even seen the full extent of my abilities yet."

"While this Million-Year Spirit Ring is good, it pales in comparison to the tender affection of my beloved consorts."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and gave a light nip to Zhu Zhuqing's earlobe.

Zhu Zhuqing let out a soft moan, her body instantly turning to jelly.

This scene.

Through the Sky Screen, it was clearly broadcast to every corner of both worlds.

It exploded.

It completely exploded.

If the previous battle had only been shocking.

Then this reward was enough to drive people mad!

That was a Million-Year Spirit Ring!

It was actually just given to someone like that?

And it was given just because he won a comparison?

"I want to get on the Sky Screen too!"

"I want a comparison too!"

"If I could get up there, even if I only got a consolation prize, it would still be better than a lifetime of bitter cultivation!"

Countless people were green with envy.

Whether they were commoners, spirit masters, or even those old monsters hiding from the world, none of them could sit still anymore.

This kind of opportunity was simply heaven-defying!

Meanwhile, in the Black World.

Dai Mubai's eyes were no longer just bloodshot; they were practically dripping blood.

He stared fixedly at the version of himself on the screen, surrounded by beauties, possessing a Million-Year Spirit Ring and a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon martial soul.

Jealousy.

Mad, frantic jealousy.

At that moment, his heart felt as if it were being gnawed on by ten thousand ants.

That should have been his!

That glory originally belonged to him!

It was that imposter who had stolen everything!

Tang San stood to the side, and although he maintained a calm expression on his face, the hands hidden within his sleeves were trembling violently.

Million-Year Spirit Ring...

Five-Clawed Golden Dragon...

Even he, a genius possessing Twin Martial Souls, could not help but feel a thick sense of jealousy at this moment.

If only he could go up there...

If only he could compare himself...

He was a transmigrator, after all!

The version of himself in the White World must be very strong as well, right?

If he could win, would he also be able to receive such a reward?

For a moment.

Tang San's mind began to race.

He even started to look forward to the next comparison, wondering if it would be his turn.

As for Dai Mubai?

Who still cared about that useless waste who could only rage in his incompetence?

The people of the White World, however, presented a completely different scene.

Watching their Emperor obtain such a divine object, they were all jubilant, feeling a sense of shared honor.

"Did you see that! This is our White Emperor!"

"A Million-Year Spirit Ring, well-deserved!"

"That waste from the Black World actually wanted to compare himself to His Majesty? He should go take a piss and look at his own reflection!"

"Exactly, he isn't even worth a single hair on His Majesty's leg, yet he dared to dream of victory? What a joke!"

Jeers, praises, and expressions of envy intertwined, converging into a massive wave of sound that crashed against both worlds.

Above the Sky Screen, the golden light slowly receded, and then the massive image began to ripple once more.

Rows of pitch-black text, carrying the weight of a judgment, slowly emerged.

[Comparison continues]

[Phase One Follow-up: Royal Disappointment]

The scene shifted.

Black World, the Imperial Garden of the Star Luo Imperial Palace.

After being humiliated by Dai Weisi, the five-year-old Dai Mubai did not turn his shame into courage as everyone had expected.

He stumbled to his feet, his luxurious silk robes covered in dust.

At that moment, a passing maidservant saw this and hurried forward, wanting to help him brush the dirt off his clothes.

"Get lost!"

Dai Mubai slammed a kick into the maidservant's lower abdomen.

Though his spirit power was low at his young age, this kick was delivered in a fit of rage, sending the unsuspecting maidservant tumbling to the ground.

The maidservant let out a cry of pain, curling up on the ground and shivering.

Dai Mubai, however, seemed to have found an outlet for his frustration.

He rushed forward, punching and kicking the maidservant who was far weaker than him, while viciously cursing:

"Even you dare to look down on me?"

"I am a prince!"

"I am the one who will inherit the throne! What kind of thing are you!"

"!!!"

Only when he was exhausted did he stop, panting, and as he looked at the bruised and battered maidservant, a twisted sense of pleasure appeared on his face.

The scene shifted again.

In the days that followed, Dai Mubai completely let himself go.

Cultivation?

That simply did not exist.

He began to linger at palace banquets, learning from those playboys at such a young age, drinking and making merry, and even getting handsy with the palace maids.

Inside the Imperial Study.

The Star Luo Emperor looked at the secret report submitted by the Shadow Guard, and the final trace of expectation on his dignified face dissipated along with it.

He tossed the report into the brazier, watching it turn to ashes.

"Mud cannot be plastered onto a wall."

"Forget it, this child's character is already ruined; he is unlikely to achieve anything great."

"From now on, there is no need to report on his affairs."

"A complete piece of trash..."

This scene was clearly displayed before everyone in both worlds.

White World, Star Luo Imperial Palace.

The officials, who had originally been immersed in the joy of their own Emperor obtaining a Million-Year Spirit Ring, were now fuming with rage as they watched the images on the Sky Screen.

"Scoundrel!"

An old general could not help but roar in anger, crushing the wine cup in his hand to pieces.

"As a prince, instead of reflecting and striving for improvement after a setback, he vents his anger on an innocent maid!"

"He has even resigned himself to depravity!"

"Such conduct is simply a disgrace to the prestige of our Star Luo Imperial Family!"

Within the great hall, the crowd was incensed.

Although that Dai Mubai was not their Emperor, the fact that he bore the same face while committing such base acts made them feel a sense of nausea.

Zhu Zhuqing stood by Dai Mubai's side, watching the figure in the image who only knew how to bully the weak, her cold eyes filled with disgust.