Childhood Sweethearts! Dai Mubai Kills with a Flick of His Finger! The Demeanor of the White Emperor!

The First Spirit Ring lit up.

That deep yellow glow now carried a heart-stopping, blood-red hue.

"White Tiger Rending Gold Claw."

There were no flashy movements.

Only extreme speed and power.

That dark golden tiger claw clamped onto the man in black's throat with pinpoint precision.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bone fracturing was jarringly loud in the silent forest.

The man in black's pupils dilated violently.

The spirit power shield on his body disintegrated instantly, as if it were made of tofu before that claw.

He would never understand, even in death.

Why could a three-ring Soul Elder easily see through his movements?

Why was the attack power of that claw strong enough to reach such a level?

Dai Mubai tossed the corpse of the man in black aside as if he were discarding a piece of trash.

He took out a handkerchief and began to wipe his fingers in a slow, methodical manner.

"I told you."

"Offense is the best defense."

"As long as I kill you before you can touch me, I don't need to defend."

At this very moment.

Black World.

A deathly silence blanketed the entire continent.

Everyone had their mouths agape, staring blankly at the Sky Screen.

A one-shot kill.

Another one-shot kill.

Twelve years old, level thirty-seven, one-shotting a level forty-two agility-attack Soul Ancestor.

This was like listening to a myth!

"Is... is this even human?"

Someone said with a trembling voice.

"Crossing a major realm to kill an enemy, and it's as easy as slaughtering a chicken?"

"This combat ability, this mental fortitude—even those veteran spirit masters couldn't compare, could they?"

Shrek Academy.

Yu Xiaogang looked as if his soul had been drained, slumping limply into his chair.

"Challenging across ranks..."

"And a one-shot kill at that..."

"This completely contradicts the theory of spirit power suppression..."

"How on earth was the combat intuition of that White World Dai Mubai trained?"

He could not comprehend it.

Because in his understanding, only his disciple Tang San, relying on Hidden Weapons and Twin Martial Souls, might be able to achieve this.

But now, a Dai Mubai using only his First Spirit Skill had done it.

White World, Star Luo Imperial Palace Imperial Garden.

The air was filled with a faint floral fragrance, yet it could not mask the fervor in the eyes of the several stunning beauties present.

As soon as the scene on the Sky Screen finished showing that breathtaking claw strike, the atmosphere in the Imperial Garden turned amorous.

Zhu Zhuqing's cold, pretty face was now flushed as if stained with rouge.

She was practically pressed against Dai Mubai, her soft figure not only avoiding suspicion but instead carrying a hint of asserting her sovereignty.

"Back then, why didn't you tell me?"

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was soft, carrying a trace of reproach, but even more so, heartache.

"Tell you what?"

Dai Mubai toyed with an exquisite jade cup in his hand, a wicked grin on his face as he casually wrapped his arm around Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist.

"Tell you that I was confident I could one-shot that Soul Ancestor in one move? If I had said that back then, wouldn't you, my Little Wildcat, have thought I was just bragging?"

Zhu Zhuqing let out a soft huff, yet she leaned obediently into his embrace.

"I was scared to death back then."

"What if that person had actually hurt you?"

Xiao Wu, standing to the side, could no longer watch. She tossed the half-eaten carrot in her hand aside, her two rabbit ears standing straight up.

"Oh my, it's so sour, so sour!"

"Zhuqing, you're supposed to be the cold and aloof Hell Spirit Cat. How did you turn into such a clingy house cat the moment you got in front of Boss Dai?"

As she spoke, Xiao Wu leaned in toward the other side of Dai Mubai and poked his chest with a finger.

"Boss Dai, you're being way too biased."

"With such a cool scene back then, why didn't you bring me along?"

"I wanted to go to the border and slaughter the enemy too!"

Dai Mubai caught her mischievous finger and gave it a light squeeze.

"Back then, you were still playing the role of the big sister in Nuoding City."

"Besides, a place like the battlefield is filled with the stench of blood. If a little rabbit like you went there, you'd probably be scared enough to wet your pants."

"You're the one who would wet your pants!"

Xiao Wu bared her fangs and brandished her claws, ready to pounce and bite him, but Dai Mubai easily pressed his hand onto her head, leaving her flailing her arms in place.

Qian Renxue sat to the side, elegantly holding a teacup, a unique luster swirling within her golden eyes.

She watched the three of them bickering, the corners of her lips curling upward slightly.

"Alright, that's enough."

"The Mubai from back then was indeed quite charming."

"That kind of confidence wasn't faked; it was an arrogance that seeped from his very bones."

Qian Renxue set down her teacup, her gaze turning deep and inscrutable.

"Unlike the Dai Mubai of that world, who, aside from his incompetent rage, didn't even have the courage to admit the gap between us."

Dai Mubai released Xiao Wu, his gaze sweeping over his three confidantes.

"That goes without saying."

"If I weren't a bit stronger, how could I keep a group of lawless vixens like you in check?"

As he spoke, his hand slid quite dishonestly across the smooth back of Qian Renxue's hand.

Qian Renxue didn't dodge; instead, she turned her hand over to grip his, casting a provocative glance at Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu.

"Tonight, come to my palace?"

This sentence, heavy with implication, immediately made the other two women bristle.

Above the Sky Screen, the images shifted.

Without giving everyone much time to catch their breath, a new scene unfolded.

The border, a military camp.

An aura of grim slaughter rushed toward them.

There were no luxuries of the imperial palace here, only rough tents and patrolling soldiers in iron armor.

Holding his father's imperial decree, Dai Mubai chose not to reveal his identity as a prince to enter the command center, but instead went to a recruitment point for new soldiers.

Just as he was preparing to register, a petite figure suddenly darted out from the shadows nearby.

A black bodysuit outlined a figure that, while not yet fully developed, was already beginning to take shape.

It was none other than the twelve-year-old Zhu Zhuqing.

The spectators before the Sky Screen were stunned.

The Zhu Zhuqing of the Black World watched her younger self on the screen, her eyes filled with extreme complexity.

She remembered it very clearly.

In the Black World, at twelve years old, she was still struggling to survive within the family, living in constant fear while facing the pursuit of her sister, Zhu Zhuyun.

At that time, Dai Mubai had long since run off to Suotuo City to indulge in wine and women.

To escape, he hadn't even written her a single letter.

Yet, in the image.

The Zhu Zhuqing of the White World had actually followed him all the way to the border!

In the scene.

Dai Mubai looked at his suddenly appearing fiancée, his brows furrowing.

"This is madness."

"This is a battlefield, not Star Luo City."

"Go back."

His tone was stern.

But Zhu Zhuqing stubbornly raised her head, her black eyes filled with determination.

"I'm not going back."

"You are my fiancé, and our lives are bound together."

"If you dare to come here and risk your life, I dare to die alongside you."

"Besides..."

Soul power surged within Zhu Zhuqing, and two yellow soul rings lit up.

"I am already level 27."

"I am not a burden."

Dai Mubai looked at her, silent for a moment.

Then, he sighed, his originally stern expression softening as he reached out and ruffled Zhu Zhuqing's hair firmly.

"Since you're here, don't cry."

"Stay close to me."

"If you lose your life, I won't be responsible for collecting your corpse."

Although his words were harsh, he took Zhu Zhuqing's hand naturally and walked toward the New Recruit Camp.