Black World Dai Mubai is Jealous, Why!!

Black Dai Mubai, having just woken up, watched the version of himself on the Sky Screen surrounded by women, then looked at the White Dai Mubai throwing punches in the pouring rain.

His face twisted instantly.

Jealousy.

A frantic jealousy, like a venomous snake, gnawed at his heart.

He slammed a fist into the ground, his eyes bloodshot.

"Stop putting on an act!"

"It's all staged! This must be staged for us to see!"

"I am a prince, why should I have to suffer like this?"

"He's just a madman! Training like that, he'll cripple himself sooner or later!"

However, no one paid any heed to his impotent rage.

The gazes cast his way held only deep contempt and pity.

The scene on the Sky Screen continued to advance.

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, the Dai Mubai of the White World was already twelve years old.

That year, inside the Star Luo Great Hall.

Twelve-year-old Dai Mubai stood as straight as a pine; although his face still held traces of youth, his steady demeanor already showed the budding air of an emperor.

He stood in the center of the great hall, facing his father on the high throne, and knelt on one knee.

"Father."

"This son requests to go to the Frontier Legion for training."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire court of civil and military officials was shocked.

A twelve-year-old prince, wanting to go to the frontier?

That place was a literal meat grinder, the very front line where the Star Luo and Heaven Dou empires clashed.

The Star Luo Emperor frowned slightly.

"Mubai, you are still young."

"Although your talent is exceptional, on the battlefield, swords have no eyes."

"If you wish to train, I can arrange for you to go to the Royal Soul Hunting Ground."

Dai Mubai looked up.

Within those double pupils, a burning light flickered.

"Father."

"Flowers in a greenhouse can never grow into towering trees."

"I am a White Tiger, not a house cat."

"If I do not experience the baptism of blood, how can I stand in this world where the strong prey on the weak? How can I shoulder the future burdens of Star Luo?"

"Besides..."

Soul power surged from Dai Mubai's body.

And that soul power fluctuation had shockingly reached an astonishing—

Level thirty-seven!

"This son now possesses level thirty-seven soul power."

"I am more than capable of protecting myself."

Boom!

At this, let alone the court of the White World.

The Black World side completely erupted.

Countless soul masters rubbed their eyes, thinking they had seen things wrong.

"What level??"

"Level thirty-seven??"

"Did I hear that right? He's only twelve years old!"

"Level thirty-seven at twelve? What kind of monster is this?"

Shrek Academy.

Yu Xiaogang had been drinking water, but upon hearing this level, he spat it all out.

He stared fixedly at the three soul rings on the Sky Screen, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"According to the golden age and growth curve of soul master cultivation, reaching level twenty-something at twelve is already considered a genius."

"Just like Tang San and Xiao Wu, being level twenty-nine at twelve is already top-tier talent."

"Level thirty-seven? This completely defies common sense!"

"Even with Innate Full Soul Power, it is impossible to cultivate this quickly at this age!"

Yu Xiaogang felt his worldview collapsing.

His theories appeared so pale and powerless at this moment.

Tang San also wore a dazed expression.

He looked at the boy who was even slightly younger than himself, a deep sense of powerlessness surging in his heart.

Twelve years old, level thirty-seven.

This was not just a crushing of talent, but a ruthless mockery of the cultivation speed he had taken pride in throughout his journey.

"Level thirty-seven..."

Tang San muttered to himself.

"If I had encountered him at this age, I fear I wouldn't even be able to withstand a single move from him."

Martial Soul Hall.

Inside the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong, sitting high on the papal throne, instantly shed her previously languid posture.

Her fingers tightened around her scepter, and a flicker of wariness flashed through her beautiful eyes.

"Twelve years old, level thirty-seven Soul Elder."

"If this child is allowed to grow, he will surely become a great threat."

"The Star Luo Empire has actually produced such a monster."

Even Qian Daoliu in the Worship Hall was slightly moved as he watched the Sky Screen.

"With such talent, even Xue'er back then..."

In the scene on the Sky Screen.

The Star Luo Emperor looked at his stubborn son and remained silent for a long time.

In the end, he laughed three times and granted the request.

However.

The trees desire stillness, but the wind will not cease.

The news of Dai Mubai heading to the border soon reached the ears of the eldest prince, Dai Weisi.

At this moment, Dai Weisi no longer possessed his former arrogance.

Ever since he was instantly defeated in that soul fight, he had worked even harder, but watching his younger brother's level skyrocket like a rocket, he became afraid.

Fear bred evil intentions.

The scene shifted.

On the only road leading to the border.

This was a dense Black Forest, rarely visited by people.

A carriage without any markings was speeding along.

Suddenly.

"Whoosh!"

A poisoned cold arrow, like a viper flicking its tongue, instantly pierced through the horse pulling the carriage.

The carriage overturned with a crash.

A black shadow descended silently from the treetops.

The person was wrapped entirely in black clothing, revealing only a pair of sinister eyes.

Four soul rings pulsed on his body.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple.

A level forty-two Agility Attack System Battle Soul Ancestor!

"Second Highness."

The man in black spoke in a hoarse voice, holding two pitch-black daggers in his hands.

"There are those who do not want you to reach the border alive."

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too outstanding and standing in someone else's way."

The audience of the Black World felt their hearts tighten.

Although they knew Dai Mubai was strong, his opponent was, after all, a Soul Ancestor above level 40!

And a killer with rich combat experience at that!

Fighting someone above level 40 at twelve years old?

This gap was simply too large!

Black Dai Mubai saw this scene, and a gleam of satisfaction instantly erupted in his eyes.

He cursed wildly in his heart:

"Die!"

"Just die for me!"

"Kill this pretentious guy!"

"What's the use of a high level? Actual combat is the key! You flower in a greenhouse, how could you possibly beat a professional killer!"

However.

Amidst the ruins.

White World Dai Mubai slowly walked out.

He brushed the dust off his body, his face showing not a hint of panic, but rather a trace of listlessness.

"You only sent one Soul Ancestor?"

"It seems my dear big brother still underestimates me too much."

The man in black sneered.

"Arrogant brat!"

"To kill you, this is enough!"

"Fourth Soul Skill: Nether Ghost Shadow Kill!"

The man in black's figure instantly turned into an afterimage, his speed reaching the extreme, leaving only streaks of black airflow in the air.

That was the full-force strike of a four-ring powerhouse!

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

It went straight for Dai Mubai's throat!

Many timid girls in the Black World had already covered their eyes.

But in the very next second.

There was no blood spraying five steps away as expected.

In the frame, Dai Mubai stood where he was, not even having fully released his Martial Soul.

He merely tilted his body slightly.

The movement looked slow, yet it avoided the man in black's lethal strike with perfect precision.

"Too slow."

Dai Mubai's voice rang out calmly.

Immediately following.

In the split second when the man in black's old strength was spent and his new strength had yet to arise.

Dai Mubai's right hand lunged out violently.