Dai Mubai Cracked: Why Was He So Dazzling?!

"That child's blood and qi surged like a dragon, and his meridians were broad and resilient."

"His punch seemed casual, but in truth, every muscle in his body had coordinated in an instant."

"Ordinary talent alone could never explain this."

"It seems the Star Luo Empire has truly produced an extraordinary figure this time."

Spirit Hall, Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong gripped her scepter, her knuckles turning faintly white from the force.

Her expression was dark.

"Dai Mubai..."

"Such character, such strength."

"If he's allowed to grow, he'll become a major threat to Spirit Hall."

"Perhaps even more dangerous than Tang Hao."

Tang Hao was a hammer. He only knew how to meet force with force.

But Dai Mubai had not only strength, but brains as well—and that unruffled air of confidence.

He had the makings of an emperor.

"That Zhu Zhuqing is a fine prospect, too."

"To keep going in such a desperate situation shows a resilient spirit."

"What a pity. If only she could join Spirit Hall..."

Bibi Dong shook her head.

The bond between the Star Luo Imperial Family and the Zhu Family ran too deep. There was no way to poach her.

"Pass down my orders."

"Keep a close eye on everything happening in the White World."

"Any information about Dai Mubai must be reported to me immediately."

Qian Daoliu stood before the Angel God Statue with his hands behind his back.

"Interesting."

"I never expected that the version of me in that world would think so highly of him."

"A nearly thousand-year-old Soul Ring..."

"Can this kid really pull it off?"

"If he does, he'll break the ironclad rule that Soul Masters have followed for ten thousand years."

"That Yu Xiaogang..."

At the mention of the name, Qian Daoliu curled his lip in disdain.

"Nothing but a clown."

"Theory? In front of true geniuses, theory exists to be overturned."

The Black World.

After a deathly silence,

an uproar broke out.

"Oh my god!"

"That's so sweet!"

"He's such a smooth talker!"

"They've already promised themselves to each other?"

"The thing is, he can back it up!"

"Just look at how he handled it: he rescued the girl, gently tended to her wounds, and even encouraged her to grow stronger."

"Is this what it means to be a top-tier heartthrob?"

Countless girls clasped their hands to their cheeks, their eyes sparkling with stars.

Even in the Black World, Dai Mubai's actions had won him countless fans.

By comparison,

the Dai Mubai here was practically the champion of scumbags.

He'd abandoned his fiancée and spent his time carousing elsewhere.

Then when they met, he'd pretended not to know her.

There was no hurt without comparison.

Side by side, the difference was so stark it was as if the Black World's Dai Mubai's face had been ground into the dirt.

Zhu Zhuqing watched her happy self on the Sky Screen, tears streaming down her face.

They were tears of joy, but also of heartache.

So this was what it felt like to be loved.

So this was what it felt like to matter to someone.

"I'll become incredibly strong, strong enough to deserve to stand by your side..."

She repeated those words.

They were the promise her counterpart in that world had made.

And in this world,

she had kept growing stronger. She had kept working hard.

But...

The person she wanted to stand beside—the spot beside him—was empty.

Or rather, the person who should have been standing there didn't deserve to have her by his side at all.

She turned her head.

Her gaze passed through the crowd and fell on the Black World's Dai Mubai.

The last trace of hope in her eyes went out completely.

In its place,

there was only a cold, dead silence.

"You lost."

Zhu Zhuqing spoke.

Her voice was quiet, but Dai Mubai heard every word.

"You didn't lose because of your talent, or your Martial Soul."

"You lost because of your heart."

"You'll never become the Dai Mubai from that world."

"Because you don't deserve to."

On the Sky Screen, the images shifted.

The final scene lingered, burned into everyone's sight.

Sunlight pierced the lush canopy, scattering dappled light across the two children.

A clear smile played at the boy's lips.

The girl looked up at him, her eyes shining like stars.

It was only because, at her most desperate and helpless moment, the boy had appeared like a god descending from the heavens. With one punch, he had smashed through her fear—and opened the door to her heart.

At that moment,

the Black World's Star Luo Square.

The countless onlookers and Soul Masters felt the tension from the bloody, brutal hunt vanish without a trace.

Somewhere in the crowd, a sentimental girl clasped her hands to her chest and murmured dreamily,

"How beautiful..."

"This is what childhood sweethearts are supposed to be."

"It starts with looks, deepens with talent, and lasts because of character. That's how a prince's consort should be treated."

"Just look at that Dai Mubai, and then look at ours..."

The whispers spread like a rising tide.

Everyone tried to keep their voices low. After all, this was the Star Luo Empire, and Dai Mubai was still a prince.

But there was no hiding their contempt and disgust.

They were both princes.

They were both Dai Mubai.

One had been willing to fight a Hundred-Year Soul Beast for his fiancée at the age of six, and had even promised to protect her.

And the other?

He only knew how to run away and lose himself in a life of wine and women. He didn't even have the courage to stand up to the powerful, let alone protect his own woman.

In the area where the Shrek Academy group stood,

Oscar held a freshly made sausage, but had forgotten to put it in his mouth.

He glanced at the Sky Screen, then sneaked a look at Dai Mubai nearby and leaned toward Ma Hongjun's ear to mutter,

"Fatty, honestly, I'm jealous."

"This is way too sweet."

"If a girl had treated me like that back then, I'd have risked my life for her. I wouldn't have cared if it was a Nether Wolf or even a tiger."

Ma Hongjun swallowed, a lovestruck look on his face.

"Tell me about it."

"Zhu Zhuqing from that world looks so beautiful when she smiles."

"Our Zhuqing is always so cold, like an iceberg. Who knew she could smile so sweetly?"

The two of them spoke in hushed voices, but in the dead silence, their words were especially grating.

Dai Mubai stood motionless.

Humiliation.

The brighter and more devoted the Dai Mubai on the Sky Screen seemed, the more his own weakness and depravity stood out.

He could feel the eyes fixed on him from all around.

Mockery, pity, contempt, disdain.

Those gazes were like sharp little knives, slicing away at his pride one cut at a time.

"Enough!"

He screamed inwardly.

Why compare them?

Why make him see this?

If he hadn't seen the other version of himself, he could still have told himself that this was all fate—that his family was simply too cruel, and that he'd had no choice but to run away if he wanted to survive.

But now,

that Dai Mubai had shown everyone through his actions:

Fate could be broken.

All it took was enough courage—and a strong enough fist.