A World of Difference

"Coward."

She parted her red lips, spitting out two icy words.

"Only knowing how to swing a blade at the weak, yet groveling before the strong."

"Such a person is truly unworthy of being called a prince."

Xiao Wu puffed out her cheeks and waved her small fist, her long legs dangling in the air.

"Exactly, exactly!"

"So disgusting!"

"They are both Dai Mubai, so why is the gap between them so huge?"

She turned her head, her large, watery eyes looking at the man beside her, her face full of adoration and love:

"That guy from the Black World isn't even fit to carry your shoes, brother!"

"You are the best, brother!"

Dai Mubai sat upon the dragon throne, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly as he heard Xiao Wu's words.

He reached out and wrapped an arm around Xiao Wu's slender, soft waist, pulling her into his embrace with a slight tug.

As his large hand gently caressed her waist, Dai Mubai lowered his head, leaning close to Xiao Wu's ear, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness:

"Oh?"

"In what way am I good?"

Warm breath brushed against her ear, and Xiao Wu's face turned beet red in an instant.

She naturally understood the deeper meaning hidden in the bad guy's words.

"Hateful..."

Xiao Wu extended a pink fist and lightly hammered Dai Mubai's chest, pouting coquettishly:

"Bad guy!"

"You only know how to bully me!"

Watching the two flirt in public, Qian Renxue, Ning Rongrong, and the others nearby felt a bit jealous, but they felt even more contempt for that Dai Mubai from the Black World.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

Looking at their own Emperor, so wise, martial, dashing, and elegant, and then looking at that piece of trash who only knew how to bully his own people.

It was truly the difference between clouds and mud.

Black World.

After a deathly silence came an explosive uproar of discussion.

"This... isn't this a bit too much?"

"I actually sympathized with him when I saw him being bullied by Dai Weisi just now, so how did he turn into this kind of person in the blink of an eye?"

"Exactly, what kind of skill is it to take your anger out on a maid?"

"Even the Star Luo Emperor has given up on him; it seems his character is truly rotten."

People who had originally held a sliver of sympathy for Dai Mubai now saw their attitudes take a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn.

Even the members of Shrek Academy had ugly expressions on their faces at this moment.

Ma Hongjun opened his mouth, wanting to say something to make excuses for their "boss," but looking at the "boss" in the image who was currently kicking and punching a maid, he couldn't bring himself to say a single word.

Oscar also awkwardly rubbed his nose, lowering his head to pretend he was watching ants.

In the center of the crowd.

Dai Mubai was trembling all over.

He could feel that the gazes around him, which had originally been filled with awe and admiration, had now turned into contempt, disgust, and even disdain.

That feeling of being pricked by needles made him wish he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into right then and there.

"It's not like that..."

"I was still young back then..."

He wanted to defend himself, but his voice was pale and powerless.

Because that was the truth.

It was something he had once done, a dark history he had tried desperately to cover up.

Yet now, it had been stripped bare by this damned Sky Screen and displayed before the entire world.

Humiliation.

Anger.

Despair.

A tangle of emotions washed over him, twisting his face into a ferocious expression.

"Mubai."

A hand rested on his shoulder.

Tang San looked at the nearly broken Dai Mubai and let out a soft sigh.

"To err is human."

"You were young and ignorant back then, your mind not yet mature, so it was inevitable that you would do some absurd things."

"What matters is the present."

"The you of today is no longer that dissolute prince from before."

"Do not let yourself be shackled by the past."

Although Tang San's voice was calm, if one listened closely, one could detect a hint of uncertainty.

After all, bullying the weak was a stain that could never be washed away, no matter where it happened.

Yu Xiaogang, standing to the side, was unusually quiet at this moment.

His face was deathly pale, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his hands were clutched tightly over his lower body as his frame continued to twitch slightly.

The power of that red light from just a moment ago still left him in agonizing pain.

Hearing Tang San's words, he opened his mouth, wanting to chime in to demonstrate the wisdom of a master.

But as soon as he saw the blood-red Sky Screen overhead.

The words that had reached his lips were swallowed back down.

He dared not speak.

He truly dared not speak.

If he were judged to be acting against his true heart again, he feared the remaining half of his life would be forfeit right here.

Just then, the images on the Sky Screen shifted once more.

Subtitles appeared.

[Six years old, Martial Soul Awakening]

In the scene.

Inside the Awakening Hall, golden light flickered.

Six-year-old Dai Mubai stood within the Awakening Array, his face full of anticipation.

Following a tiger's roar.

The phantom of a snow-white tiger emerged behind him.

Yet, although this White Tiger looked fierce enough, compared to the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon in the White World, it looked like nothing more than a sick cat.

The elder in charge of the awakening glanced at the crystal ball and announced loudly:

"Martial Soul, White Tiger."

"Innate Soul Power, level eight."

Hearing this result, little Dai Mubai's face instantly fell.

"Only level eight?"

"Not full soul power?"

"It's over... there's no way I can compete with Dai Weisi now."

The light in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by deep despair and self-abandonment.

Since no amount of effort could help him catch up, why bother trying at all?

The scene flashed forward.

After awakening his Martial Soul, Dai Mubai did not strive to catch up despite his decent talent.

On the contrary.

He felt that since his Innate Soul Power was inferior to Dai Weisi's and he was the younger brother, he had already lost at the starting line.

Thus, he indulged in pleasure even more excessively.

He even treated the daily meditation practice, which was mandatory, with complete inconsistency.

Until one day.

At a corner of the Imperial Garden.

He encountered Dai Weisi once again.

At this time, although Dai Weisi was only a few years old, he already possessed the faint aura of someone in a position of power.

Seeing Dai Weisi approach.

Little Dai Mubai's legs went weak almost instinctively.

Thump!

Before Dai Weisi could even speak, or even release his soul pressure.

He just knelt down straight like that.

"Big... Big Brother..."

He lowered his head, his voice trembling; it was a fear carved into his very bones.

Dai Weisi was stunned for a moment, then a smile of extreme contempt appeared on his face.

He couldn't even be bothered to make a move.

With just a cold snort, he stepped right past the kneeling Dai Mubai.

Meanwhile, on a pavilion not far away.

The Star Luo Emperor happened to witness this scene.

This iron-blooded monarch looked at the son who didn't even have the courage to stand and speak, and there was no longer a ripple of emotion in his eyes.

He simply shook his head helplessly and let out a long sigh.

Then he turned and left, his silhouette appearing somewhat desolate.

Black World.

At this moment, countless people fell silent.

If bullying the maidservant earlier was a matter of character.

Then kneeling before even fighting was a complete issue of backbone.

"This... isn't this just too cowardly?"

"He has Innate Level 8 Soul Power! In our village, that would be a peerless genius!"

"Exactly, so what if it's Innate Level 8? As long as one is willing to work hard, it's not impossible to surpass Innate Full Soul Power."

"But he didn't even try, he just knelt straight away?"