Black World, Dai Mubai is extremely humiliated! Humiliated to the extreme!

"However..."

Dai Mubai shifted his tone, his gaze sweeping across the Sky Screen.

"The good show has only just begun."

"The foolish things that version of me could do are not as simple as just running away."

Hearing this, the women all looked toward the Sky Screen with curiosity.

Above, the images on the Sky Screen shifted.

The plot of the Black World continued to unfold.

[After fleeing, there was no new beginning.]

[What awaited Dai Mubai was an even more thorough degradation.]

In the scene, the setting switched to Dai Mubai's bedchamber.

It was no longer that deep, secluded corridor, but a room filled with the stench of alcohol and an air of decadence.

At this point, Dai Mubai was already twelve years old.

Yet he looked even more decadent than he had at ten.

His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and his once-handsome face was marred by two large, dark circles under his eyes, his eye bags swollen—the very picture of someone who had indulged in excessive debauchery.

Wine bottles were scattered all over the floor.

There were even a few pieces of women's intimate apparel lying about.

Dai Mubai slumped on the floor, clutching a wine flagon in his hand, his eyes unfocused as he let out occasional bouts of foolish laughter.

"Cultivation? Cultivate my ass!"

"I can't beat Dai Weisi anyway... I'm going to die regardless..."

"Might as well enjoy the moment..."

"Hiccup—"

He let out a drunken burp and tilted his head back to gulp down a mouthful of strong liquor, the spicy liquid streaming down the corner of his mouth and soaking the front of his shirt.

This was what they called "biding one's time."

This was what they called "bearing humiliation for a greater cause."

In reality, it was nothing more than complete and utter self-destruction.

Just then.

"Bang!"

The door to the bedchamber was kicked open.

Wood splinters flew through the air.

Sunlight streamed in from outside, stinging Dai Mubai's eyes and forcing him to squint.

A tall figure walked in, silhouetted against the light.

It was Dai Weisi.

At this time, Dai Weisi was already fifteen or sixteen years old, his frame burly, his face wearing that signature sinister sneer.

Yet the fluctuations of soul power on his body were not actually that strong.

Over these past few years, because he lacked the pressure of competition, Dai Weisi's cultivation had become quite lax, and he had not made any rapid progress.

But even so.

The moment Dai Weisi appeared.

Dai Mubai, who had been drinking, acted like a mouse seeing a cat, instantly tossing away the wine flagon in his hand.

"Big... Big Brother..."

Dai Mubai trembled all over, scrambling and crawling as he tried to shrink under the bed.

In that state, where was there any shred of a prince's dignity left?

Dai Weisi looked at the piece of trash on the floor, a flash of disdain crossing his eyes.

He stepped forward and stomped his foot onto the back of Dai Mubai's hand.

He ground his heel down with force.

"Ah—!!"

Dai Mubai let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

"My dear little brother, hiding in your room drinking in broad daylight?"

"What? Not thinking about how to kill me and take back the throne?"

Dai Weisi bent down and reached out to pat Dai Mubai's face, using enough force to produce crisp "slap, slap" sounds.

The insult was incredibly potent.

Logically speaking, even a clay figurine has three parts of temper.

Even if he couldn't win, he should at least resist, or at the very least, glare back.

But Dai Mubai did not.

He lay on the ground, letting Dai Weisi's foot step on him, letting Dai Weisi slap his face.

He even had to struggle to squeeze out a fawning smile.

"Big... Big brother is joking..."

"I am trash... How would I dare to compete with big brother..."

"Big brother, spare me... spare me..."

Dai Mubai's voice trembled, laced with a sobbing tone.

He had abandoned all his dignity.

Just to endure one less beating.

Just to continue surviving.

Seeing this, Dai Weisi suddenly felt bored.

There was no sense of accomplishment in bullying such a spineless piece of trash.

"Pah."

Dai Weisi spat a thick glob of phlegm onto Dai Mubai's face.

"Disgusting."

"Don't ever say you're my brother again; I'm ashamed."

After saying this, Dai Weisi turned and left.

He left Dai Mubai alone on the floor, his face covered in a mixture of alcohol, tears, and that glob of phlegm.

He did not wipe it off.

He just stared blankly at the doorway, then let out a long sigh of relief.

"He left... he finally left..."

"It's okay... it's okay..."

He grabbed the wine pot from the ground again and, as if to calm his nerves, took several fierce gulps.

The image gradually froze.

It froze on that distorted face, covered in phlegm and wearing a fawning smile.

BOOM—!!!

The Black World completely exploded.

This time, it wasn't just disappointment.

It was fury.

It was the kind of anger that comes from seeing someone fail to live up to expectations, the kind that makes one want to rush in and strangle them.

In the imperial capital of the Star Luo Empire.

Inside a tavern.

Several old officials who had previously been defending Dai Mubai were now trembling with rage, the teacups in their hands shattered to pieces.

"Beast! What a beast!"

"A dignified prince, actually scared into such a pathetic state!"

"He didn't even dare to fight back after being spat on? And he even forced a smile?"

"He has disgraced the entire Star Luo Empire!"

"If such a spineless coward were allowed to become emperor, wouldn't our Star Luo be forced to kneel and beg for mercy from the Heaven Dou Empire?"

On the streets, the commoners pointed at the Sky Screen and cursed loudly.

"What Evil Eye White Tiger? I think he's a sick cat! A mangy dog!"

"That Dai Weisi isn't even that strong! It's only been a few years, and he's scared like this?"

"The Dai Mubai of the White World dared to kick Dai Weisi away at six years old, but this one? He's twelve and still being stepped on!"

"There's no hope, he's completely hopeless."

Shrek Academy.

The oppressive atmosphere had reached its peak.

Tang San's brows were furrowed into a deep frown.

Watching the images on the Sky Screen, the last shred of respect Tang San held for Dai Mubai vanished into thin air.

In the Tang Sect of his previous life, integrity was held above all else.

Even an outer sect disciple would never remain indifferent to such a humiliating disgrace.

Dai Mubai's behavior had crossed Tang San's bottom line.

"Boss Dai..."

Oscar opened his mouth, wanting to say something to ease the tension, but found he couldn't find the words.

How could this be whitewashed?

It was impossible to defend!

Dai Mubai stood in the center of the crowd.

He felt as though his soul were being sliced into a thousand pieces.

Every servile action and every pleading cry of the "himself" on the Sky Screen felt like a red-hot branding iron, searing his face and scorching his heart.

That was the past he wanted most to bury.

That was the side of himself he never wanted anyone to see.

He had thought that as long as he escaped to Shrek, and as long as he put on an air of dashing, unrestrained, and overbearing confidence, he could erase that humiliating history.

But now.

The whole world knew.

The whole world had seen him once groveling like a dog at the feet of Dai Weisi, begging for mercy.

"No... it's not like that..."

Dai Mubai's eyes were bloodshot, his fingernails digging deep into his palms until they bled.

He roared frantically in his heart.

The sense of shame made him wish he could dig a hole and crawl into it, or simply drop dead on the spot.

This was a form of mental slow-slicing.

It was ten thousand times more painful than being killed.

The gazes cast by the surrounding students, teachers, and even passersby were no longer filled with the mockery from before.

Instead, they were filled with pity.

The kind of look one gives a pathetic wretch.