Tang San Was Speechless

Zhu Zhuqing lay in a pool of blood.

She struggled to lift her head and watched the figure fleeing in panic without looking back.

The light in her eyes shattered completely.

In its place,

was endless coldness and despair.

The scene froze at that moment.

Black World.

Dead silence.

A dead silence more terrifying than any before.

Everyone was stunned by what they had just seen.

This was no longer merely cowardice.

This was having no bottom line at all!

This was pure, unadulterated scum!

That was Zhu Zhuqing!

His fiancée!

His future comrade-in-arms!

How could he... how dare he just leave her behind and run?

Sea God Island.

Watching the scene, Bo Saixi's usually gentle face showed unmistakable anger for the first time.

"Coward!"

"A person like that doesn't deserve to have power!"

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong furrowed her brows, her eyes full of confusion and disbelief.

"Strange."

"This is truly bizarre."

"How did a worthless piece of trash this selfish and cowardly, who only knew how to run when danger came..."

"Pass the God Trial and become a Titled Douluo?"

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

She turned to Chrysanthemum Douluo beside her and said coldly:

"If anyone in Spirit Hall did something like that, they would be executed on the spot, regardless of their talent."

Chrysanthemum Douluo hurriedly bowed.

"Your Majesty is wise."

"Such a cowardly, craven person truly is a disgrace to the Soul Master World."

Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy.

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

Although it had happened in the past,

although she had survived in the end,

the despair of being abandoned and betrayed crossed time and space and stabbed painfully into her heart once more.

She turned and stared hard at Dai Mubai.

There was no affection left in her beautiful eyes.

Only endless indifference.

"So..."

"This is who you really are."

"..."

Dai Mubai had completely collapsed onto the ground.

He clutched his head in both hands, not daring to meet Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, much less look at the people around him.

It was over.

All over.

This time, he had truly been disgraced beyond repair.

"N-no... don't watch anymore..."

"Turn it off! Hurry up and turn it off!"

He roared furiously in his mind, wishing he could tear the damned Sky Screen to shreds.

Who was it?

Who had made this thing to ruin me?!

Black World. The silence continued to spread.

Tang San's hand was raised in midair. He had meant to place it on Dai Mubai's shoulder and offer some comfort to his "big brother."

But his hand hung there stiffly, unable to come down.

Comfort him?

How?

Tell him he was fast? Tell him he'd kept his head in a crisis and knew to preserve his strength?

Even Tang San, who usually took his friends' side, couldn't say something like that.

Leaving his fiancée to the Spirit Beasts and whipping his horse to run—this was more than simple cowardice. It meant grinding a man's dignity and principles into the dirt.

Yu Xiaogang sat nearby, enduring the agony in his lower body. His face, usually wearing the inscrutable expression of a "Grandmaster," was now ashen.

He was usually best at spouting grand theories.

There were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters.

Theory could make up for innate shortcomings.

But now, watching Dai Mubai embody the word "useless" to perfection, he searched his mind and couldn't find a single excuse to clear his name.

Actions spoke louder than words.

Dai Mubai was like a heap of rotting mud, sprawled on the ground with his head buried between his knees, not daring to look at anyone.

White World.

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

"You bastard!"

An old minister who had served Dai Mubai for many years trembled with fury and pointed at the Sky Screen, cursing loudly:

"You wear His Majesty's face, but you do something more despicable than a dog or a pig!"

"You've brought shame upon the entire imperial family!"

"If a craven like you were born into my family, I'd strike you dead with a single blow, so you wouldn't have a chance to go out and disgrace yourself!"

Standing at the front of the hall, Zhu Zhuqing looked at the young version of herself lying in a pool of blood, despairing. Although it was an image from another world, she still felt physically sick.

She turned to the sisters beside her and spoke coldly:

"I can't bear to watch."

"They're both Dai Mubai, but how can the one from that world not even measure up to one of His Majesty's toes?"

"Even an ordinary man wouldn't abandon his wife like that."

Just as everyone seethed with indignation,

a slender hand slowly lifted the heavy curtains at the rear of the hall.

Dai Mubai emerged looking refreshed.

His clothes were slightly disheveled, but the commanding air beneath his languid manner hadn't diminished in the least.

He wasn't exerting any deliberate pressure. Simply standing there, he seemed like the center of the world.

Qian Renxue followed at his side, a gentle look on her beautiful face.

Quite naturally, she reached out and straightened Dai Mubai's slightly open collar. Her practiced movements were like those of a considerate wife.

"Your Majesty, let's watch here,"

Qian Renxue said softly, her fingertips smoothing the wrinkles in his collar.

Just then,

a little head peeked out from behind the curtains.

Xiao Wu's face was flushed like a ripe peach, and she walked awkwardly, her legs seeming a little weak.

Bracing herself against the doorframe, she managed to steady herself. Her big eyes were misty with tears, and her languid expression showed the satisfaction she felt afterward.

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

She glared at Xiao Wu's coquettish appearance, clenched her little fists, and muttered through gritted teeth:

"You shameless hussy!"

"In broad daylight, and you have no shame!"

"You've bewitched His Majesty!"

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

She turned and winked at Ning Rongrong. Her rosy lips parted slightly, and she playfully stuck out her pink tongue.

Then she made a big face.

Her eyes were full of provocation: So what if I'm shameless? What are you going to do about it?

"You!"

Ning Rongrong's cheeks puffed with anger. She wanted nothing more than to rush over and bite the rabbit.

Dai Mubai saw the whole exchange.

He didn't intervene. In fact, he thought the bickering added a touch of warmth to his harem, making it more lively and entertaining.

He walked to the throne and sat down with a commanding air, turning his gaze to the enormous screen overhead.

"Enough."

"I've seen enough of that piece of trash's little performance."

"..."

As soon as he spoke,

the image on the Sky Screen suddenly rippled.

Golden light swept away the gloom and bloodshed from before.

Rows of powerful characters, like dragons rising from the earth, appeared in the skies above both worlds.

[Comparison continues]

[Black World broadcast temporarily concluded]

[Switching to White World]

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