Cultivation Technique! The Everlasting White Emperor!

"Stop comparing."

"If you keep comparing, I really won't want to live anymore."

White World, Star Luo Imperial City.

The silence lasted only for an instant, followed immediately by cheers that erupted like a volcanic explosion.

"Good!"

A general with white hair and beard slapped his thigh hard, his face flushed with excitement, his very whiskers trembling.

"This is what a true man of Star Luo should be!"

"At five years of age, without relying on a Martial Soul, without using Spirit Power, relying solely on his physical body and self-created techniques, he can crush stone into powder!"

"Even the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer of the Clear Sky Sect, at His Majesty's age, probably wouldn't even be fit to carry the shoes of this 'Fist Strikes the Void'!"

Inside the grand hall, the ministers were impassioned.

They looked at the small figure on the Sky Screen, the adoration in their eyes nearly overflowing.

This was their emperor.

The peerless hegemon who led them to sweep across the six directions and even forced Martial Soul Hall to keep its head bowed.

They had originally assumed that His Majesty's strength mostly stemmed from that terrifying mutated Martial Soul.

But now, it seemed otherwise.

That was a ferocity brought from the womb!

That was the grit of someone who had been risking his life since the age of five!

At the same time, throughout the White World.

Several powerhouses standing at the pinnacle of the continent watched the images on the Sky Screen, their expressions varying.

Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong's fingers tightened around her scepter, her knuckles turning white.

She narrowed her beautiful eyes, staring at the young Dai Mubai.

"Five years old..."

"I have always prided myself on my Twin Martial Souls and peerless talent, but at five, I was merely playing in the mud."

"The tenacity of this child's character is simply inconceivable."

"No wonder he was able to push me to that point later on; losing to him was not exactly an injustice."

Sea God Island.

Bo Saixi stood before the Sea God Hall, the sea breeze fluttering her red robes.

A ripple appeared in those eyes that seemed capable of seeing through all things in the world.

"Even Tang Chen, who attained the status of Sea God in his time, could not have achieved this at that age."

"A seed for becoming a saint through the physical body."

"What kind of freak was this Dai Mubai reincarnated from?"

The secluded residence of the Clear Sky Sect.

Tang Hao sat slumped in a pile of rocks, holding a broken wine jug.

His eyes, usually clouded with drunkenness, were now terrifyingly bright.

"What a fierce and powerful fist!"

"No Spirit Power fluctuations, purely a technique of force generation."

"If this punch were trained to the extreme, I fear one wouldn't even need to detonate spirit rings to achieve One Force Breaks Ten Thousand Laws."

Tang Hao took a swig of low-quality liquor; the spicy liquid burned his throat, yet it could not suppress the shock in his heart.

Although his own son was a genius.

Compared to that five-year-old monster on the Sky Screen, he felt something was lacking no matter how he looked at it.

White World, rear hall of the Star Luo Imperial Palace.

Dai Mubai sat on the wide dragon throne, his posture lazy.

He rested his chin on one hand, while the other rested casually on the armrest.

Listening to the mountain-shaking cheers of "Long live" coming from outside, there wasn't much expression on his face, save for a hint of a smile at the corners of his eyes.

"Your Majesty."

A soft, delicate call sounded by his ear.

Qian Renxue walked over with elegant steps, carrying a plate of peeled, crystalline grapes.

She was dressed in a golden palace gown today, noble and elegant, but in front of Dai Mubai, that arrogance of an Angel God devotee had long since melted into water-like tenderness.

She extended her jade-white fingers, picked up a grape, and gently brought it to Dai Mubai's lips.

"So, you had it so hard when you were little."

Qian Renxue looked at the little boy drenched in sweat on the Sky Screen, her eyes filled with heartache.

"When I was five, I was still practicing the basics."

"Yet you were already deducing cultivation techniques."

Dai Mubai opened his mouth and took the grape.

Qian Renxue's body trembled, and two blushes instantly flew across her beautiful face. She gave him a reproachful look but did not pull her hand back.

"Hard?"

Dai Mubai chewed the grape, swallowed the sweet juice, and chuckled:

"That's nothing worth calling hard."

"If you want to be distinguished in front of others, you must suffer behind their backs."

Just then.

A pair of soft little hands climbed onto Dai Mubai's calf.

Xiao Wu was squatting on the ground, diligently pounding his legs for him.

She tilted her head up, her two rabbit ears drooping, her big eyes blinking with sparkling, worshipful stars.

"Brother!"

"That punch of yours was so cool!"

"That rock was so hard, I was afraid you'd hurt your hand."

"Hoo, hoo~"

As she spoke, she actually took one of Dai Mubai's hands, brought it to her lips, and carefully blew on it, as if the five-year-old Dai Mubai had just been injured.

Dai Mubai was amused by her antics.

He reached out and ruffled her hair, messing up her neatly combed bun.

"Alright, stop putting on a show."

"Why didn't I see you being this concerned when you were begging for mercy last night?"

Xiao Wu blushed, stuck out her tongue, and took the opportunity to lean her head against Dai Mubai's thigh, rubbing against it like a little kitten.

"I couldn't help myself..."

Ning Rongrong, standing to the side, ground her teeth.

This damn rabbit!

She's too good at sucking up!

Refusing to be outdone, she quickly picked up the teacup nearby and moved to Dai Mubai's other side:

"Your Majesty, drink some tea to soothe your throat."

The scene shifted back to the Black World.

The area where the members of Shrek Academy were located had an oppressively terrifying atmosphere.

Dai Mubai slumped on the ground, his face as pale as paper.

Why?

We are both Dai Mubai.

Why are you a great emperor over there, while I am like a stray dog over here?

The gazes cast from those around him felt like needles pricking his skin.

Even Ma Hongjun, who usually obeyed his every word, looked at him with a strange expression now.

It was suspicion.

It was contempt.

Oscar was even shrinking into the background, not daring to say a word for fear of bad luck.

Zhu Zhuqing stood in the distance, watching this scene coldly.

She didn't speak.

But that look said everything.

Even if the Dai Mubai of that world had no White Tiger Martial Soul, just based on that man's grit and sense of responsibility, he was ten thousand times better than the coward with the White Tiger Martial Soul standing before her.

"This is impossible..."

Dai Mubai's lips trembled, his voice hoarse.

"He must be cheating."

"How could a five-year-old possibly create his own cultivation technique?"

"This completely defies common sense in the world of spirit masters!"

Yu Xiaogang stood to the side, wanting to chime in and defend his disciple's reputation.

But after opening his mouth, he ultimately closed it again.

Common sense?

In the face of absolute genius, common sense is meant to be broken.

Just then.

The image on the Sky Screen changed once more.

[White World]

In the scene.

The stone dust covering the ground had yet to settle.

A flurry of hurried footsteps shattered the silence of the Martial Arts Arena.

"What is going on?!"

"What was the cause of that loud noise just now?!"

Following the authoritative shout.

A middle-aged man dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe strode in with rapid, purposeful steps.

It was the Star Luo Emperor of the White World.

Behind him followed a group of royal retainers and civil and military officials.

Everyone looked tense, fearing that an assassin had infiltrated the grounds.