Qian Renxue Was Shocked-One Man Was an Army!

Someone recognized him.

"Hey? Isn't that our Second Prince?"

"Shh, don't call him that. What Second Prince? He's just a deserter."

"Look at how scared he is, hunched over like that. Compared to the one on the Sky Screen, he's nothing but a pile of filth."

"Don't compare him to the White Emperor. That's an insult to the White Emperor."

Dai Mubai's face was deathly pale, and his lips trembled.

He wanted to argue, to shout, "I'm a prince!" But when the words reached his lips, he couldn't force them out.

Because he knew no one would listen.

He abruptly turned around and covered his face with his sleeve. Like a rat crossing the street, he hurriedly ducked into a dark alley nearby.

Only in that cold, damp corner, where no light could reach, could he catch his breath.

He leaned against the moss-covered wall, breathing in great, ragged gasps. The venom in his eyes was nearly spilling over.

"Why..."

"Why can he do it?"

"We're both Dai Mubai. Why is he so dazzling?"

He slammed his fist against the wall. Blood seeped from his knuckles, but he felt no pain.

Compared to physical pain, it was the despair of being abandoned by the whole world and utterly crushed by another version of himself that truly left him suffocating.

Black World, Spirit City, Douluo Hall.

Beneath the enormous Angel God Statue stood an elderly figure, motionless.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze passing through the hall's dome as if fixed on the Sky Screen.

After a long while, he let out a sigh.

"What a remarkable Dai Mubai."

"Not only is this young man extraordinarily strong, but his temperament and intelligence are monstrous as well."

"To decide it was an empty-city ploy under those circumstances, and to dare venture into danger alone—that wasn't recklessness. It was absolute confidence and a precise grasp of the situation."

Qian Daoliu had lived for many years and seen countless geniuses.

Some had great talent, some were lucky, and some came from powerful backgrounds.

But someone like the Dai Mubai of the White World, who possessed talent, intelligence, courage, and resolve all at once, was a rarity.

"If he's allowed to grow, even the Bibi Dong of that world will have a headache."

Beside him stood a tall young woman.

She wore a golden palace gown, her skin as fair as snow and her nose high-bridged.

It was none other than Qian Renxue of the Black World.

She wasn't wearing her usual false mask. Instead, she had revealed her true appearance.

At that moment, her pale golden eyes were filled with astonishment and a glimmer unlike anything she'd ever shown before.

"Grandpa, it seems the me from that world lost to him."

Qian Renxue spoke softly.

There was no resentment in her voice. Instead, it held a peculiar curiosity.

Qian Daoliu glanced at his granddaughter.

"Losing to him is no disgrace."

"You must have been in the Heaven Dou Camp at the time."

"Against an opponent like that, unless you possess some supernatural ability, there's no way you could have stopped that fire."

Qian Renxue nodded.

Her gaze returned to the Sky Screen, watching the figure calmly walk away through the sea of flames.

A strange feeling spread through her heart.

In her world, no man her age had ever caught her eye.

Even Tang San, who was praised to the heavens, seemed unremarkable to her.

But this Dai Mubai...

"Brave and resourceful, decisive and ruthless."

"If I could face someone like that on the battlefield, even losing would be a pleasure."

The corner of Qian Renxue's mouth lifted slightly.

She suddenly felt a little envious of the version of herself in that world.

At least that Qian Renxue had met a true opponent—and perhaps... someone worth entrusting herself to.

"I really want to meet him."

"Even if it's only once."

The scene on the Sky Screen didn't pause in response to the turmoil in the Black World.

The story continued.

The scene shifted to the Heaven Dou Empire's camp.

The fire had started in Black Wind Valley, but panic instantly spread across the entire front line.

Inside the central tent.

"Xue Qinghe," dressed in the Crown Prince's attire, abruptly swept aside the tent flap and strode out.

She was still dressed as a man, but her handsome face was now covered in frost.

In the distance, the flames from Black Wind Valley had already stained half the sky red.

Even from so far away, it seemed one could feel the heat rolling in from that direction.

"Your Highness!"

Several messengers, covered in dust, staggered over and fell to their knees.

"Black Wind Valley... is lost!"

"The provisions are all destroyed, and the fire has blocked the roads. Our entire supply line has been cut off!"

"What?"

Marshal Ge Long staggered beside her, nearly losing his balance.

His proud plan to lure the enemy in hadn't just failed to catch a big fish—he'd ended up losing the family fortune?

"Who did this?"

"The Star Luo army is still facing off against us. Where did they get the troops to raid Black Wind Valley?"

Ge Long roared.

The messenger shakily raised a finger.

"One... one person."

"According to the soldiers who made it back, there was only one person."

"That man's Martial Soul was the White Tiger. Golden light swirled around him, and he was like a god of slaughter in the sea of flames. Our Soul Masters couldn't stop him at all!"

One person.

White Tiger Martial Soul.

At those words, Xue Qinghe's pupils contracted sharply.

That name sprang into her mind almost instantly.

"Dai Mubai."

She murmured his name.

Her voice was quiet, but it carried a note of gritted teeth.

The plan she had carefully laid, the offensive she had spent months preparing—all of it had been burned to nothing by one man and one fire.

"Good."

"Very good."

Xue Qinghe took a deep breath, forcing down the anger in her heart.

She was a rational person.

Their provisions were gone, and morale was in disarray. Continuing the fight would only lead to more casualties.

"Send the order."

"Strike camp and retreat thirty miles."

"I'll remember this."

She took one last, lingering look toward Black Wind Valley.

At that moment, even from dozens of miles away, the golden figure flickering in the firelight seemed to be etched deep into her eyes.

The scene shifted.

The Star Luo camp.

Unlike the Heaven Dou side, where despair reigned, this camp was already roaring with cheers.

Dai Mubai had returned.

He hadn't gone through the main gate. Instead, he had vaulted straight over the camp's walls.

His black night clothes had been burned to tatters, revealing the muscular body beneath, covered in scars.

His face was smudged with soot, but his Evil Eyes shone startlingly bright.

"Mu Bai!"

Zhu Zhuqing was the first to rush over.

She didn't care how filthy Dai Mubai was. She threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face.

Dai Mubai grinned, flashing a row of white teeth.

"Why are you crying?"

"See? I'm fine."

The commander and the other generals hurried over. Seeing the flames towering toward the sky in the direction of Black Wind Valley, they were left gaping in shock.

"Did... did he really burn it down?"

The commander swallowed and looked at Dai Mubai with completely changed eyes.

He no longer saw a prince who'd come to the front just to pad his résumé. He saw a monster.