Yu Xiaogang's theory?! Breaking the limit!

Beneath the Sky Screen, the audiences of the two worlds wore expressions of varying complexity.

In the Black World, those who had originally wanted to offer a few words in defense of their own Dai Mubai fell silent.

They watched the scene in the White World, seeing the six-year-old child protected like a precious treasure behind the Star Luo Emperor, and then looked back at their own side, at the useless prince sprawled on the ground who did nothing but complain about heaven and blame others.

An emotion known as "resenting iron for not becoming steel" spread through everyone's hearts.

So, it turned out that not all of the Star Luo Imperial Family were cold-blooded and heartless.

So, it turned out that as long as you displayed sufficient value, the so-called rules were nothing more than stepping stones for the strong.

Just then, the image on the Sky Screen shifted.

The camera for the White World did not cut away, remaining instead in front of the Prince's Mansion.

Although the Star Luo Emperor had spoken, ordering Dai Weisi to get back and confine himself, the eldest prince was clearly unconvinced.

He climbed up from the ground, half of his face swollen like a leavened bun.

He did not dare to glare at the Star Luo Emperor.

Instead, those eyes filled with resentment and malice stared fixedly at Dai Mubai, who stood behind the Emperor.

The meaning in that gaze was obvious.

Don't get cocky.

Father can protect you for a moment, but he cannot protect you for a lifetime.

As long as there is an opportunity, I will definitely kill you.

This naked malice was enough to make one's spine chill, even through the Sky Screen.

The audience in the Black World felt their hearts tighten.

They were all too familiar with this look.

Back in the day, it was with this very gaze that Dai Weisi had stepped by step forced Dai Mubai into becoming a stray dog.

However.

Facing this venomous stare, the six-year-old Dai Mubai did not hide behind his father.

Instead, he took a step forward.

That small figure emerged from behind the Star Luo Emperor's wide dragon robe.

He raised his head, looking straight into Dai Weisi's eyes.

He did not speak.

Dai Mubai simply watched this so-called older brother quietly, and a flash of golden-red luster suddenly flickered within those originally clear eyes.

That was not a gaze that a human should have.

It was the gaze of a jungle overlord, of the king of all beasts, one that looked upon life with indifference.

Hum.

The air trembled slightly.

Behind Dai Mubai, there was no brilliant light or shadow of Martial Soul Possession, merely an extremely faint phantom that flashed and vanished.

It was a White Tiger.

Born with wings on its back, looking down upon all living things.

The time this phantom appeared was less than the blink of an eye, so brief that even the Star Luo Emperor, standing right beside him, did not notice it.

But Dai Weisi saw it.

In Dai Weisi's field of vision, the person standing opposite him was not some six-year-old younger brother at all.

It was a Primordial Fierce Beast that had opened its blood-stained maw, ready to devour him at any moment.

A fear originating from the depths of his soul instantly shattered his psychological defenses.

It was the absolute suppression of a superior over an inferior.

It was the bloodline crushing of a Radiant Holy Tiger over an ordinary White Tiger.

"Ah!"

Dai Weisi let out a startled cry.

His legs felt as if the bones had been suddenly pulled out, going weak and uncontrollable.

Thud.

In full view of everyone.

This eldest prince, who was usually arrogant and overbearing, actually knelt straight down in front of Dai Mubai.

And it was a double-knee kneel.

This kneel was solid and firm; the sound of his knees striking the ground was clearly audible.

The entire scene was stunned.

Even the Star Luo Emperor was stunned, unable to understand what act his eldest son was putting on now.

Dai Mubai looked at Dai Weisi, who was kneeling and trembling before him, without a trace of mockery on his face.

He simply said indifferently:

"Why does my royal brother offer such a grand gesture?"

"I cannot accept it."

After speaking, he didn't even bother to glance at Dai Weisi again, turning around to take the Star Luo Emperor's hand once more.

"Father, let us go. I want to go see the Spirit Bone."

The Star Luo Emperor snapped out of his daze, cast a look of disgust at his eldest son kneeling on the ground, snorted coldly, and strode away while holding Dai Mubai's hand.

Only Dai Weisi was left kneeling on the spot, his back already soaked through with cold sweat; he was trembling so violently that he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Black World.

After a brief silence, a thunderous roar of cheers erupted.

"Good!"

"He knelt!"

"So satisfying! That is a real man!"

In taverns and on the streets, countless people clapped and cheered.

"Did you see that? That is what you call presence!"

"He didn't even have to lift a finger; a single look scared that Dai Weisi into kneeling!"

"This Dai Mubai of the White World is only six years old and already has such power; what will he be like when he grows up?"

The more people praised the Dai Mubai of the White World, the more disdainful their gazes became when looking at the Dai Mubai of the Black World.

Inside Shrek Academy.

Flender pushed up his glasses and let out a heavy sigh.

Zhao Wuji was even more blunt, curling his large lips as he said:

"If our Mubai had even half—no, one-tenth—of that backbone, he wouldn't have ended up like this."

Ma Hongjun muttered quietly from the side:

"Boss Dai used to run the moment he saw Dai Weisi. Forget making him kneel; it would be considered tough if he didn't kneel to him himself."

These words were like daggers to the heart.

Dai Mubai of the Black World, slumped on the ground, had a face twisted to the extreme.

He gripped the turf on the ground so hard that his fingernails snapped and began to bleed.

"That was Spirit Soul suppression!"

"That was bloodline suppression!"

"That Dai Weisi is just a piece of trash! To think he was actually scared into kneeling!"

He roared at the top of his lungs, trying to defend the last shred of his pathetic dignity.

"If I also had the Radiant Holy Tiger, I could make him kneel too!"

"This is unfair! It's not that I'm inferior to him; it's that my Spirit Soul is inferior to his!"

However, no one paid any attention to his impotent rage.

The way everyone looked at him was as if they were watching a clown.

Admitting that others are excellent is difficult, but admitting that another version of yourself is ten thousand times stronger is even harder.

The Sky Screen image shifted, and time moved forward rapidly.

[White World]

[Time: Three months later]

[Location: Star Luo Empire Royal Soul Hunting Ground]

In the image, there was a lush, primeval forest.

This was the place where the Star Luo Imperial Family kept Spirit Beasts; although it was not as dangerous as the Star Dou Great Forest, many powerful Spirit Beasts lived here as well.

A group of people was moving through the forest.

Leading them was Dai Mubai.

Three months had passed, and the aura about him had become more refined; although he was still a six-year-old child, his every movement already carried the steady demeanor of a powerhouse.

Behind him followed two Royal Attendants, both of whom were powerhouses at the Spirit Douluo level.

They had been specially arranged by the Star Luo Emperor to protect him.

"Your Highness, the territory of the Diamond Tiger lies just ahead."

A retainer spoke respectfully.

"According to our intelligence, there is a 420-year-old Diamond Tiger there, which is perfectly suited to be your first Spirit Ring."

"The Diamond Tiger specializes in slaughter and possesses decent defensive capabilities, complementing your White Tiger Martial Soul perfectly."

This was indeed the optimal configuration.

According to the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul theory proposed by the Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, the endurance limit for a first Spirit Ring is 423 years.

This Diamond Tiger was practically tailor-made for Dai Mubai.

However.

Dai Mubai came to a halt.

He shook his head, casting his gaze toward the deeper parts of the forest; from that direction, a series of heart-palpitating roars could be faintly heard.

"No."

Dai Mubai spoke, his voice youthful yet firm.

"I want that one."

The retainer followed his gaze, and his expression changed instantly.

"Your Highness, that is the territory of the Thunder Demon Tiger!"

"There is a Thunder Demon Tiger there nearing a thousand years of age. Not to mention its violent attributes, just the age alone..."

"That is a Spirit Beast of nine hundred, perhaps even nearly a thousand years!"

"Absorbing a thousand-year ring as a first Spirit Ring? That is absolutely impossible! Your body will explode!"

The two retainers were so frightened their faces turned pale.

If anything were to happen to this little ancestor, the Star Luo Emperor would skin them alive.

Dai Mubai, however, smiled.

"Four hundred-plus years? That is the limit for the mediocre, not for me."

"My Martial Soul is the Radiant Holy Tiger, the ancestor of the White Tiger."

"If I were to only absorb a yellow Spirit Ring of a few hundred years for my first, that would be an insult to this Martial Soul."

"What I want is ultimate attack power."

"I want that Thunder Demon Tiger."

"Let's go."

Black World.

Seeing this scene, the crowd that had been mocking the Dai Mubai of the Black World were now stunned.

"Is he crazy?"

"He wants to absorb nearly a thousand years for his first Spirit Ring?"

"And a Spirit Beast with violent attributes like the Thunder Demon Tiger, no less?"

"Has this kid gotten ahead of himself? Does he think awakening a good Martial Soul makes him immortal?"

Yu Xiaogang was sitting on the playground of Shrek Academy at this moment, and upon seeing this, he stood up abruptly.

A look of intense mockery appeared on his stiff face.

"Ignorant!"

"This is simply utter stupidity!"

Yu Xiaogang pointed at the Sky Screen, shouting loudly to assert his authority:

"The limit for a first Spirit Ring is 423 years; this is an ironclad rule! It is a truth I derived from researching countless materials!"

"The human body has an endurance limit. No matter how strong the Martial Soul is, how could a six-year-old body possibly withstand the energy impact of a nearly thousand-year Spirit Beast?"

"Furthermore, he chose the Thunder Demon Tiger!"

"Although the White Tiger Martial Soul is strong, it is not purely of the thunder attribute; it is meant to follow the metal-attribute attack path."

"Metal governs slaughter, while thunder governs violence."

"If these two extreme energies collide within the body, there is only one outcome—death by explosion!"

The more Yu Xiaogang spoke, the more agitated he became, his spit flying everywhere.

"This is the consequence of having no master to guide you!"

"Even if he is a heaven-sent genius, when it comes to Martial Soul theory, he is an idiot!"

"He is bound to suffer a great loss this time!"

"There is even a risk of his body exploding!"

"My theory cannot possibly be wrong!"

"Otherwise, I am not Yu Xiaogang!"