Tang San is Speechless

Zhu Zhuqing collapsed into a pool of blood.

She struggled to lift her head, watching that back as it fled in a panic without once looking back.

The light in her eyes shattered completely.

Replacing it.

Was endless ice and despair.

The image froze at this moment.

Black World.

Dead silence.

A silence more terrifying than any that had come before.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

This was no longer just cowardice.

This was having absolutely no bottom line!

This was scum through and through!

That was Zhu Zhuqing!

She was his fiancée!

She was his future comrade-in-arms!

How could he... how dared he just abandon her and run?

Sea God Island.

Bo Saixi watched this scene, her usually gentle face showing clear anger for the first time.

"Coward!"

"A person like this is completely unworthy of possessing power!"

Martial Soul City, Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong furrowed her brows, her eyes filled with doubt and confusion.

"Strange."

"This is truly too strange."

"How could such an extremely selfish, extremely cowardly piece of trash who only knows how to run when faced with danger..."

"Manage to pass the divine trials and become a Title Douluo?"

"Is the Heavenly Dao of this Black World blind?"

She looked at the Chrysanthemum Douluo beside her and said coldly:

"If anyone in Martial Soul Hall were to do such a thing, regardless of their talent, execute them immediately."

Chrysanthemum Douluo hurriedly bowed:

"Your Majesty is wise."

"Such a craven wretch is indeed a disgrace to the world of spirit masters."

Meanwhile, over at Shrek Academy.

Zhu Zhuqing watched herself on the Sky Screen, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Although that was already a thing of the past.

Although she had survived in the end.

That sense of despair from being abandoned and betrayed now transcended time and space, once again piercing her heart sharply.

She turned her head and stared fixedly at Dai Mubai.

In those beautiful eyes, there was no longer a shred of affection.

Only endless indifference.

"So..."

"This is your true face."

"..."

Dai Mubai was completely limp on the ground by now.

He clutched his head in his hands, not daring to look into Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, let alone meet the gazes of those around him.

It's over.

Everything is over.

This time, he was truly disgraced and ruined.

"No... don't look..."

"Turn it off! Turn it off right now!"

He roared frantically in his heart, wishing he could tear this damned Sky Screen into shreds.

Who on earth was it?

Who exactly created this thing to ruin me?!

In the Black World, the silence continued to spread.

Tang San's hand was raised in mid-air, originally intending to land on the shoulder of Dai Mubai to offer this "big brother" some comfort.

But that hand remained stiffly suspended, unable to descend.

Comfort?

How could he comfort him?

Tell him he ran fast? Tell him he was calm in the face of danger and knew how to preserve his vital strength?

Even Tang San, who was always protective of his own, couldn't bring himself to say such things.

Abandoning his fiancée to a soul beast while whipping his horse to escape—this was no longer simple cowardice; it was trampling the dignity and bottom line of a man into the mud.

Yu Xiaogang sat to the side, enduring the sharp pain in his lower body. His face, which usually wore the inscrutable expression of a "Grandmaster," was now ashen.

He was usually best at preaching grand principles.

Things like there being no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters.

Or how theory could compensate for innate deficiencies.

But now, looking at Dai Mubai, who was demonstrating the word "useless" to the fullest, he searched his mind but couldn't find a single word to whitewash the situation.

Facts spoke louder than eloquence.

Dai Mubai was currently like a pile of sludge, slumped on the ground with his head buried deep between his knees, not daring to look at anyone.

In the White World.

Unlike the deathly silence of the Black World, this place was boiling with rage.

"The bastard!"

An old official who had followed Dai Mubai for many years trembled with fury, pointing at the Sky Screen and cursing:

"Wearing His Majesty's face, yet doing such subhuman things!"

"He has disgraced the entire royal family!"

"If such a spineless coward had been born in my family, I would have struck him down myself to save us from this embarrassment!"

Zhu Zhuqing stood at the front of the great hall, watching the younger version of herself desperately collapsing in a pool of blood on the screen. Although it was an image from another world, she still felt a wave of physical nausea.

She turned to look at the sisters beside her, her voice cold:

"I really can't bear to watch this."

"They are both Dai Mubai, so why is the one in that world not even worth a single toe of His Majesty?"

"Even an ordinary man wouldn't commit such an act of abandoning his wife."

Just as everyone was filled with righteous indignation.

The heavy curtains at the back of the hall were slowly lifted by a slender hand.

Dai Mubai walked out, looking refreshed and invigorated.

His clothes were slightly disheveled, but the domineering aura hidden within his laziness had not diminished in the slightest.

Without any deliberate pressure, he simply stood there, as if he were the center of the world.

Qian Renxue followed by his side, her beautiful face carrying a touch of gentleness.

She reached out quite naturally to straighten Dai Mubai's slightly open collar, her movements practiced, just like a virtuous wife.

"Your Majesty, let's watch from here."

Qian Renxue said softly, her fingertips gently smoothing out the wrinkles on his collar.

Immediately after.

A small head poked out from behind the curtains.

Xiao Wu's cheeks were flushed red like a ripe peach, and her gait was a bit awkward, her legs seeming somewhat weak.

She leaned against the door frame, finally managing to steady herself. Her large eyes were misty, filled with a sense of post-satisfaction languor.

Ning Rongrong watched from the side, sparks instantly igniting in her large eyes.

She stared fixedly at Xiao Wu's charming appearance, her small hands clenched into fists, and she cursed through gritted teeth:

"That little hussy!"

"In broad daylight, have you no shame!"

"You've completely hooked His Majesty's soul!"

Xiao Wu had sharp ears and heard Ning Rongrong's muttering.

She turned her head and winked at Ning Rongrong, her rosy little mouth slightly parted as she playfully stuck out her pink tongue.

She made a huge, silly face.

Her eyes were full of provocation: I'm being flirtatious, so what are you going to do about it?

"You!"

Ning Rongrong's cheeks puffed up in anger, and she wished she could rush over and take a bite out of this rabbit.

Dai Mubai took in this entire scene.

He did not stop them; instead, he felt that this harem had gained a bit of human warmth, making it quite lively and interesting.

He walked to the dragon throne and sat down with a grand, imposing air, casting his gaze toward the massive light screen above.

"Alright."

"I've seen enough of that loser's drama."

"..."

As soon as his voice fell.

The image on the Sky Screen suddenly rippled.

Golden light instantly dispersed the previous oppression and bloodshed.

Lines of vigorous, powerful characters, like dragons rising and snakes leaping, appeared above the two worlds.

[Comparison continues]

[Black World broadcast temporarily concluded]

[Switching to White World]

[Age five: Cultivating the technique, Fist Strikes the Void]