Coward, Trash! Dai Mubai's Image Collapses!

The wind blew.

It stirred up a few fallen leaves.

Zhu Zhuqing stared blankly in the direction where Dai Mubai had disappeared.

That was her future husband.

He was the comrade-in-arms to whom she had originally intended to entrust her life, to face life and death together.

But now.

That retreating figure was so pathetic, so laughable.

The light in her eyes dimmed bit by bit.

In the end, only a dead silence beyond her years remained.

"So that's how it is..."

In the image, the young Zhu Zhuqing murmured to herself.

Her voice was very soft, yet it clearly reached across both worlds.

"This is my fate."

She did not cry.

She simply turned around silently and walked in the opposite direction.

Her retreating figure was so stubborn that it made one's heart ache.

At this very moment.

In the Black World, reality.

The long-suppressed fury finally erupted completely.

"Damn it!"

Someone cursed first, not knowing who it was.

Immediately after, an overwhelming wave of insults flooded the entire Star Luo Square like a tsunami.

"Coward! A coward through and through!"

"A little girl dared to face her fate head-on, thinking of teaming up with you to fight the enemy!"

"And you? You, a grown man, left a little girl in the garden and ran away yourself?"

"You thought she was a burden? I think you're the biggest burden of all!"

"A piece of trash like you deserves to be called the Evil Eye White Tiger? You should be called the Evil Eye Rat instead!"

Countless rotten eggs, spoiled vegetables, and even stones were hurled at Dai Mubai, who stood in the center of the crowd.

Although Dai Mubai was a Soul Saint at this moment.

These things could not hurt him.

But that humiliation was more painful than being slashed by a blade.

Dai Mubai stood there, his entire body stiff.

His face turned from green to white.

He wanted to retort.

He wanted to shout, "You don't understand, if I hadn't run back then, I would have died."

But the words reached his lips and he could not bring himself to say them.

Because the image on the Sky Screen was too clear.

That fleeing figure was too pathetic.

Any explanation at this moment seemed pale and powerless.

Zhu Zhuqing stood not far away, watching this scene.

Her eyes were very calm.

Terrifyingly calm.

"So, you didn't leave back then because you loathed the family struggle."

Zhu Zhuqing spoke faintly.

Her voice was not loud, but it pierced precisely into Dai Mubai's ears.

"You were just afraid of dying."

"You were just afraid that I would drag down your escape speed."

"Dai Mubai, you truly disgust me."

This sentence became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Dai Mubai suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

"Zhuqing! I was still young back then!"

"Besides... besides, didn't I wait for you at Shrek later?"

"Didn't we perform our fusion later on?"

It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned Shrek.

The moment Shrek was brought up, Tang San's expression beside him turned even uglier.

Although Tang San was protective of his own, he was also a man who valued a sense of responsibility above all else.

The act of abandoning one's fiancée to survive alone was a grave offense that would lead to expulsion from the sect, even within the Tang Sect.

"Boss Dai."

Tang San sighed and shook his head.

"This time, even I cannot speak for you."

"As a man, there are things one must do and things one must not."

"The choice you made back then... was truly inappropriate."

Even his closest brother said as much.

Dai Mubai completely collapsed.

He felt as if the entire world was targeting him, and everyone was watching him like a joke.

Above the Sky Screen, the golden ancient seal characters slowly dissipated.

The scene shifted.

This time, it did not jump too far forward in the timeline.

It was still that same year.

Black World, Star Luo Empire, Prince's bedchamber.

The light was somewhat dim.

Twelve-year-old Dai Mubai hid in the corner of the room, clutching an Ink Jade Bottle tightly in his hand.

His breathing was rapid.

He was like a drowning man grasping at a final straw.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled out the stopper and poured several dark red pills into his mouth all at once.

That was the Tiger-Wolf Pill.

It overdraws one's potential in exchange for a brief, explosive surge in soul power.

As the pills entered his stomach, the unnatural flush of a fever surged onto Dai Mubai's previously pale face.

He felt the soul power within his body boiling.

He even had the illusion that he had become invincible.

"Level twenty-six..."

Dai Mubai clenched his fists, feeling the surging power within his body, and a somewhat crazed smile split his lips.

"Twelve years old, level twenty-six!"

"Even Dai Weisi didn't have this much soul power at this age!"

"This time, I can win!"

He stood up, the fear in his eyes masked by the excitement brought on by the medicinal power.

Just then.

"Bang!"

A loud crash echoed.

The door to the bedchamber was kicked open from the outside.

The heavy wooden door slammed against the wall, sending wood splinters flying.

Dai Weisi walked in.

He was dressed in fine silk robes with a mocking expression, followed by several expressionless guards.

"My dear younger brother."

"I heard you've locked yourself in your room for days without coming out. Are you practicing some kind of divine technique?"

Dai Weisi looked at Dai Mubai, whose eyes were bloodshot in the corner, his nostrils flared slightly, and then he revealed a sneer.

"What is that smell?"

"Oh, so it's a forbidden drug that overdraws your potential."

This single sentence directly shattered Dai Mubai's illusions.

Dai Mubai let out a roar.

"Dai Weisi! I am level twenty-six now!"

"Don't get too arrogant!"

After shouting, he immediately activated his martial soul. A phantom of the White Tiger appeared; although it looked fierce, its aura was extremely unstable.

He lunged forward.

His movements were swift, carrying a sense of desperation.

However.

Reality is often far more cruel than ideals.

Facing Dai Mubai's pounce, Dai Weisi did not even bother to activate his martial soul.

He simply raised his leg.

Simple, direct, and ruthless.

"Bang!"

A kick landed squarely in Dai Mubai's lower abdomen.

Dai Mubai, who had just been ready to risk his life, flew backward like a ragdoll, slamming heavily into the wall before sliding down.

The soul power he had just gathered was instantly scattered.

Dai Mubai clutched his stomach, retching violently.

What he spat out was not just bile, but also undigested medicinal dregs.

"Trash is still trash."

"You can't even manage to take your drugs properly."

Dai Weisi walked over, stepped on Dai Mubai's face, and ground his sole into it.

"Level twenty-six?"

"Even if you were level thirty-six, if your heart is trash, you are trash."

"The Emperor has decreed that the royal family does not raise idlers."

"Since you like to play so much, then go to the army."

Dai Weisi bent down and patted Dai Mubai's cheek.

"Go to the front lines and be a centurion."

"Don't say your big brother doesn't look after you."

The scene shifted.

The border military camp of the Star Luo Empire.

The environment here was harsh, with sand and dust filling the sky.

Dai Mubai wore a suit of ill-fitting armor, sitting in the main seat of the tent.

Wine and meat were spread across the table.

Although he had been exiled to the army, he still held the status of a prince; even if he was only a centurion, no one dared to treat him like a common foot soldier.

At this moment, Dai Mubai was flushed red from drinking.

Kneeling before him were several ordinary soldiers.

These soldiers were covered in wounds, clearly having just come off the battlefield.

"I told you to pour the wine, why is your hand shaking?"