White Emperor of Heaven Dai Mubai! A World of Difference!

Dai Mubai narrowed his eyes, holding a horsewhip in his hand.

The soldier kept his head bowed, his voice trembling:

"Your Highness... the water is too hot for you..."

"Hot?"

Dai Mubai laughed.

He suddenly raised the whip in his hand and lashed it fiercely across the soldier's face.

"Crack!"

A bloody welt appeared instantly.

"Do you think I am so pampered that I can't even handle a little heat?"

"Or are you mocking me in your heart for being a prince who was driven out?"

"Huh? Speak!"

Dai Mubai cursed as he whipped him.

He put his full strength into every single lash.

He vented all the frustration he had suffered from Dai Weisi and all the hatred he felt for Zhu Zhuqing's escape onto these innocent soldiers.

The other soldiers knelt on the ground, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

They could only listen to their comrade's screams echoing through the military tent.

Black World, reality.

Star Luo Square was deathly silent.

Immediately following, sounds of spitting and condemnation rose one after another.

"What kind of trash is this!"

"He gets beaten like a dog by his big brother in the imperial city, so he takes his anger out on his own men once he's in the army?"

"Is this the so-called Evil Eye White Tiger? I've truly seen it all now."

"Someone like this is fit to lead troops? If I were one of his soldiers, I'd slit his throat in the middle of the night!"

The crowd was filled with curses.

Dai Mubai stood in the ranks of the Shrek Seven Devils, his face as pale as paper.

He wanted to retort.

He wanted to say it was because of the immense pressure, or that it was to establish his authority.

But looking at the disdainful gazes of the people around him, it felt as if a ball of cotton was stuffed in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

"San..."

Dai Mubai looked toward Tang San, his eyes pleading for help.

Tang San frowned.

He looked at the images on the Sky Screen; although he also felt that what Dai Mubai did was excessive, he was, after all, his own brother.

Furthermore, the reputation of Shrek could not be lost.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

Tang San stepped forward, his voice not loud, but carried with soul power, spreading to the surroundings.

"Mubai's actions back then were indeed a bit extreme."

"But he was only twelve years old."

"To be able to reach level 26 soul power at twelve, even if he relied on some external forces, this talent is genuine."

"At this age, how many people can reach this height?"

"We cannot completely deny his talent and potential just because of some personal conduct."

Tang San spoke with perfect logic.

In his view, in the world of soul masters, strength speaks for itself.

Level 26 was indeed a statistic worth showing off.

However.

As soon as his voice fell.

A sneer came from the crowd.

"Give it a rest!"

"Talent, you say?"

"Didn't you see just now? That was all popped from pills!"

"A drug that overdraws potential—only the royal family has the money to craft that for him. Any ordinary person would have been crippled long ago!"

"Besides, that Dai Weisi is only a few years older than him. The fact that he could hang him up and beat him shows that Dai Weisi's level is far above his!"

"They are both princes with the same resources, yet he got beaten like that. How does he have the nerve to brag about his talent?"

These few sentences were like a resounding slap across the face of Tang San.

Tang San's expression froze.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say that Dai Weisi had the advantage of age.

But when he recalled that calm and breezy kick from Dai Weisi, it was clearly not as simple as a suppression of levels.

That was an all-encompassing crushing defeat.

Tang San was speechless and could only retreat in embarrassment.

Dai Mubai buried his head even lower.

Humiliation.

It was too humiliating.

Even his last shred of dignity had been torn off and trampled underfoot.

The Sky Screen image switched.

The White World.

It was still the Star Luo Empire.

But the atmosphere here was completely different.

Inside the grand hall, the civil and military officials watched the performance of the Black World's Dai Mubai, shaking their heads and sighing one by one.

"A disgrace."

"It is fortunate that our Majesty is not like that."

"If that kind of trash were to become emperor, our Star Luo Empire would have perished long ago."

In the Imperial Garden.

The White World's Dai Mubai was lying on a rocking chair, leisurely basking in the sun.

Beside him, Zhu Zhuqing was peeling grapes for him.

Xiao Wu was on the other side, holding a large fan to cool him down.

Qian Renxue sat by a stone table, reviewing memorials, occasionally looking up at them with eyes full of helpless indulgence.

"The you in that world is really..."

Zhu Zhuqing popped a crystal-clear grape into Dai Mubai's mouth, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, a flash of disgust in her eyes.

"It's truly hard to describe."

"How can the same face do things that are so nauseating?"

Xiao Wu also stopped fanning, saying indignantly:

"Exactly!"

"What kind of skill is it to bully soldiers?"

"If he has the ability, he should go fight that Dai Weisi!"

"Brother, you must never become like that, or I will ignore you."

The White World's Dai Mubai chewed the grape, looking very comfortable.

He reached out to pinch Zhu Zhuqing's smooth cheek and then rubbed Xiao Wu's head.

"Rest assured."

"I am who I am."

"That kind of trash doesn't even have the qualifications to be my shadow."

"If he dares to appear in front of me, I could slap him to death with one hand."

Dai Mubai's tone was flat.

But this sense of confidence and dominance was something the Black Dai Mubai, who hid in the military camp drinking himself into a stupor, could never possess.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at the man before her, the adoration in her eyes almost overflowing.

This was her man.

The White Emperor of Heaven.

The comparison continued.

The scene returned once again to the Black World.

This time, the atmosphere turned tense and murderous.

The war drums thundered.

A great battle erupted on the border between the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire.

The commander-in-chief on the Heaven Dou side was named Xue Qinghe.

In reality, it was Qian Renxue in disguise.

She commanded troops with godlike skill, forcing the Star Luo army to retreat step by step.

Night fell.

The rain poured down in torrents.

The unit where Dai Mubai was stationed received a mission.

To burn the grain supplies of the Heaven Dou Empire.

This was a surprise raid.

It was also a suicide mission.

In the rainy night, Dai Mubai was trembling all over.

He lay in the mud, watching the brightly lit Heaven Dou camp in the distance, his teeth chattering.

Why did it have to be me?

I am a prince... I cannot die here...

He did not want to go.

But military orders were as heavy as mountains; to refuse was a capital offense.

"Your Highness, do not be afraid."

An old soldier lying beside him gently patted his shoulder.

This old soldier was the very man he had whipped before.

But at this moment, there was no resentment in the old soldier's eyes, only the duty of a soldier.

"We old brothers will protect you."

"As long as we burn the grain, it will be a great merit, and you will be able to return to the Imperial Capital."

Hearing the words "return to the Imperial Capital," a glimmer of light flashed in Dai Mubai's eyes.

"Good... good..."

The group used the cover of the rain to sneak into the camp.

Everything went smoothly.

Until they lit the first fire.

"Enemy attack!!!"

A sharp whistle pierced the night sky.

The next second.

Countless torches lit up, and arrows fell like raindrops.

They were surrounded.

"It's a trap!"

The old soldier roared, swinging his blade to deflect several arrows.

"Your Highness, run!"

"We will cover the retreat!"

Dozens of Star Luo soldiers, not a single one retreated.

They roared, charging toward enemies who outnumbered them several times over, using their flesh and blood to carve a path of survival for Dai Mubai.