Dai Mubai Creates a Miracle! White Emperor of Heaven! One Punch!

Tang San, standing to the side, also furrowed his brows.

Although he did not blindly worship his teacher's theories—after all, he was a cheater himself—he did not believe a six-year-old child could break such an exaggerated limit.

"Teacher is right; this is indeed too risky."

"Choosing such an aggressive spirit ring for the first one without considering defense or sustainability is a path to self-destruction."

Meanwhile, in the corner.

In the Black World, Dai Mubai listened to the assertions of Yu Xiaogang, and a morbid flush suddenly surged onto his previously ashen face.

He laughed.

He laughed with a hint of ferocity.

"Hahahaha!"

"Let's see how much longer you can be smug!"

"A genius? I think you're a fool!"

"Self-righteous and arrogant!"

"Just wait until you explode! When that happens, I'd like to see if the Imperial Father of that world still treats you like a treasure!"

This feeling of schadenfreude provided a twisted comfort to his shattered self-esteem.

He desperately wanted the version of himself in that world to die immediately.

As long as that Dai Mubai was injured, it would prove that he himself was right.

It would prove that mediocrity was the only true path to survival.

White World, Martial Soul Hall.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, watching the scene on the Sky Screen, his brows slightly raised.

"A first ring nearing a thousand years..."

"What audacity."

He did not dismiss it outright like Yu Xiaogang; at his level, his vision had long since transcended so-called theories.

"The Radiant Holy Tiger has a powerful physique, far exceeding ordinary martial souls."

"If it were an ordinary person, they would surely die."

"But if it is him..."

A sharp glint flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

"Perhaps, he really can create a miracle."

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes also shifted, her fingers tapping lightly against her scepter.

"That trash Yu Xiaogang always uses the standards of ordinary people to measure a genius."

"Since this Dai Mubai dares to choose this, he must have his own confidence."

"I, for one, am looking forward to seeing how much of a surprise he can bring to this world."

Inside the Sky Screen.

Dai Mubai paid no attention to the doubts from the two worlds.

He led two trembling elders deep into the dense forest.

The surrounding light gradually dimmed.

The air was filled with a damp, decaying scent, along with a faint, lingering smell of blood.

This was the Soul Beast Forest.

It was filled with the unknown and danger.

Dai Mubai walked steadily, his perception fully spread out; he did not let his guard down just because of his innate talent.

Even when a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength.

Just then.

Rustle, rustle, rustle.

The bushes ahead suddenly shook violently.

A thick, pungent scent of blood rushed toward them.

Following that came the sound of rapid, panicked footsteps.

It was the sound of someone fleeing for their life.

"Help... help me..."

A weak, tearful voice of a young girl drifted over.

Dai Mubai stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowed.

He saw the bushes ahead being violently pushed aside.

A small, black figure tumbled out from within.

It was a little girl.

She looked to be only five or six years old, dressed in a black bodysuit that was now tattered and torn, her body covered in wounds from thorns and brambles.

Her small face was filthy, smeared with mud and blood, yet her eyes, though filled with terror, still held a trace of stubbornness.

Behind her.

A pitch-black Nether Wolf, radiating a ghostly glow, was in hot pursuit.

The Nether Wolf had its jaws wide open, saliva dripping from its fangs; it clearly viewed the little girl as its next meal.

The little girl fell to the ground and tried to scramble up, only to realize her ankle was twisted.

She looked back in despair at the gaping, blood-stained maw lunging toward her.

Just at this critical moment.

She saw Dai Mubai standing not far away.

In that instant.

It was like a drowning person grabbing onto the final straw.

She reached out her blood-stained little hand, grasping weakly toward Dai Mubai, her voice trembling:

"Save... save me..."

It was Zhu Zhuqing.

The young Zhu Zhuqing, before she had become cold as ice, before she had been driven to a dead end by family infighting.

At this moment, she was disheveled, weak, and helpless.

The audience in the Black World felt their hearts leap into their throats at this sight.

"It's Zhu Zhuqing!"

"Good heavens, such a young Zhu Zhuqing?"

"Why is she in the Royal Soul Hunting Ground?"

"Right, the Star Luo Imperial Family and the Zhu Family have intermarried for generations, so it's not strange for her to be here. She was probably here for training and got separated from her family."

The crowd discussed it fervently.

Meanwhile, the Zhu Zhuqing of the Black World was standing behind the Shrek group.

She watched her desperate self on the Sky Screen, her body unable to stop trembling slightly.

That memory was the nightmare of her childhood.

Back then, she had indeed encountered such danger.

At that time, she had also hoped that her fiancé would descend from the heavens and save her like a hero.

But he didn't.

Nothing happened.

She had relied on her own struggle on the edge of life and death, paying the price with scars all over her body, to survive.

And what was Dai Mubai doing at that time?

He had met her, yet chose to abandon her!

On the Sky Screen, the situation was critical.

The foul stench of the Nether Wolf's breath was practically spraying onto the face of the young Zhu Zhuqing.

The greed in its eyes was undisguised; in its view, this tender human cub before it was a meal delivered to its doorstep.

Zhu Zhuqing closed her eyes in despair.

She was just a child.

Even if she had awakened her martial soul, without any combat experience and with an injured ankle, facing a ferocious soul beast, the outcome seemed already sealed.

Many in the Black World audience couldn't bear to watch and turned their heads away.

Although they knew this was something that happened in the past, and they knew the Zhu Zhuqing of that world must have survived, the immersive nature of the scene was still heart-wrenching.

Only Dai Mubai in the Black World had a light bordering on madness flickering in his eyes at this moment.

He stared fixedly at the Sky Screen.

He was roaring in his heart.

How will you save her?

How can you possibly save her?

He had not yet obtained his first spirit ring, possessed no spirit skills, and did not even have a decent weapon in his hand.

Facing a Nether Wolf known for its speed and offensive power, a moment of carelessness would result in his throat being torn out.

Even with the White Tiger Martial Soul, it was impossible to withstand the bite of a spirit beast without the reinforcement of spirit power.

"Run! What are you just standing there for!"

Within the crowd of the Black World, someone could not help but shout out.

However.

Dai Mubai, inside the Sky Screen, did not run.

He did not even release his Martial Soul.

Facing the Nether Wolf that was pouncing toward him, the six-year-old child merely tilted his body slightly.

The movement was understated.

It was as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard, casually swatting away an annoying fly.

There were no flashy, complicated movements.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

Dai Mubai simply raised his slightly immature right hand, his five fingers curled into a fist.

And then.

He swung it out.

This seemingly ordinary punch, at the very moment it was thrown, caused the surrounding air to emit a sharp sonic boom.

That was the sound produced by the air being compressed by speed pushed to its absolute limit.