Dai Mubai Has a Breakdown, Why Is He So Dazzling!

"This child has blood and qi like a dragon within his body, and his meridians are wide and resilient."

"What looks like a casual punch is actually his entire body's muscles coordinating to exert force in an instant."

"This cannot be explained by ordinary talent alone."

"It seems the Star Luo Empire has truly produced a remarkable figure this time."

Martial Soul Hall, Pope Palace.

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

Her gaze was somewhat gloomy.

"Dai Mubai..."

"This temperament, this strength."

"If he is allowed to grow, he will surely become a great threat to my Martial Soul Hall."

"He might even be more terrifying than that Tang Hao."

Tang Hao is a hammer, only knowing how to meet force with force.

But this Dai Mubai not only has strength, he has brains, and that composed, unhurried demeanor.

This is the makings of an emperor.

"That Zhu Zhuqing is also a good seedling."

"To not give up in such a desperate situation, her temperament is resilient."

"It's a pity; if only she could join my Martial Soul Hall..."

Bibi Dong shook her head.

The bond between the Star Luo Imperial Family and the Zhu Family is too deep; it is impossible to poach her.

"Pass down the order."

"Closely monitor all movements in the White World."

"Any intelligence regarding this Dai Mubai must be reported immediately."

Qian Daoliu stood before the statue of the Angel God, his hands behind his back.

"Interesting."

"I didn't expect that version of me in that world to think so highly of him."

"A near-millennium spirit ring..."

"Can this kid really succeed?"

"If he truly achieves it, he will have broken the iron law of the spirit master world that has stood for ten thousand years."

"That Yu Xiaogang..."

Mentioning this name, the corners of Qian Daoliu's mouth curled into a sneer.

"A mere clown."

"Theory? In front of a true genius, theories are meant to be broken."

Black World.

After a deathly silence.

There was an uproar.

"Oh my god!"

"That's so sweet!"

"He's such a smooth talker!"

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

"The key is that he has the capital to back it up!"

"Look at his moves: saving the damsel, gentle healing, and finally motivating her to become stronger."

"Is this the standard of a top-tier heartthrob?"

Countless young girls held their faces, their eyes filled with little stars.

Even in the Black World, this move by Dai Mubai gained him countless fans.

In comparison.

The Dai Mubai on this side is simply the fighter jet of scumbags.

Abandoning his fiancée to indulge in debauchery elsewhere.

And even pretending not to know her when they met.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

This comparison was essentially rubbing the face of the Black World Dai Mubai into the dirt.

Zhu Zhuqing watched the happy version of herself on the Sky Screen, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

They were tears of being moved, and also tears of heartache.

So this.

This is what it feels like to be loved.

This is what it feels like to be cherished.

"I must become very, very strong, strong enough to be qualified to stand by your side..."

She repeated those words.

That was the promise made by the version of her in that world.

And in this world.

She had also been constantly growing stronger, constantly working hard.

However.

The person she wanted to stand beside, that position, was empty.

Or rather, the person in that position was simply not worthy of her standing there.

She turned her head.

Her gaze cut through the crowd and landed on the Black World Dai Mubai.

The last glimmer of hope in her eyes was completely extinguished.

Replacing it.

Was a cold, deathly silence.

"You lost."

Zhu Zhuqing spoke.

Her voice was not loud, yet it reached Dai Mubai's ears with perfect clarity.

"You didn't lose because of talent, nor did you lose because of your martial soul."

"You lost because of your heart."

"You will never become the Dai Mubai of that world."

"Because you are not worthy."

Above the Sky Screen, light and shadow flowed.

The final frozen scene was deeply branded into the sight of everyone present.

Sunlight pierced through the lush canopy, dappling the two children.

The boy held a clean smile at the corners of his mouth.

The girl looked up, her eyes sparkling like stars.

It was simply because, in her most desperate and helpless moment, this young man had descended like a divine soldier, using that punch to shatter her fear and open the door to her heart.

At this very moment.

Black World, Star Luo Square.

The countless commoners and soul masters watching felt the tension brought by the bloody and cruel Soul Hunting scene just moments ago vanish into thin air.

Somewhere in the crowd, an emotional young girl held her hands to her chest and let out a dreamy voice.

"It's so beautiful..."

"This is what a true childhood sweetheart is."

"Starting with looks, falling for talent, and staying loyal for character—this is the treatment a crown princess should have."

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

The murmurs spread like a rising tide.

Although everyone deliberately lowered their voices—after all, this was the territory of the Star Luo Empire and Dai Mubai was still a prince.

But the feelings of contempt and disgust could not be hidden.

They were both princes.

They were both named Dai Mubai.

One could fight a century-level soul beast for his fiancée at the age of six and even make a promise of protection.

And the other?

He only knew how to escape, only knew how to indulge in debauchery, and didn't even have the courage to face power, let alone protect his own woman.

The area where the Shrek Academy group was located.

Oscar held a freshly conjured sausage in his hand, but he had forgotten to bring it to his mouth.

He glanced at the Sky Screen, then snuck a peek at Dai Mubai not far away, unable to help himself as he leaned into Ma Hongjun's ear to mutter:

"Fatty, to be honest, I'm feeling a bit sour watching this."

"It's just too sweet."

"If a girl had treated me like that back in the day, forget a Nether Wolf—even if a tiger came along, I'd dare to go up and risk my life for her."

Ma Hongjun sucked back the drool threatening to spill out, his face full of infatuation.

"Who's to say otherwise?"

"The Zhu Zhuqing in that world, her smile is truly beautiful."

"Our Zhuqing here keeps a cold face all day long, like an iceberg; who knew she could actually smile so sweetly?"

Although the two were whispering, their voices were not loud, yet in the deathly silence of the current atmosphere, they sounded exceptionally jarring.

Dai Mubai stood where he was.

Humiliation.

The more radiant and deeply affectionate the Dai Mubai on the Sky Screen appeared, the more it highlighted his own incompetence and baseness.

He could feel the gazes being cast toward him from all around.

Mockery, pity, disdain, contempt.

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

"Enough!"

He roared frantically in his heart.

Why make the comparison?

Why make him see these things?

If he hadn't seen that version of himself from another world, he could have still told himself with peace of mind that all of this was the arrangement of fate, that his family was too cruel, and that he had only chosen to escape in order to survive.

But now.

That Dai Mubai had used his actions to tell everyone.

Fate can be broken.

As long as you have enough courage, and as long as your fists are strong enough.