Qian Renxue Shocked, A One-Woman Army!

Someone recognized him.

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

"Shh, don't shout, what Second Prince? He's just a deserter."

"Look at that cowardly look on his face, cowering like that. Compared to the one on the Sky Screen, he's just mud on the ground."

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

Dai Mubai's face turned deathly pale, his lips trembling.

He wanted to retort, wanted to roar "I am a prince," but the words reached his lips and he couldn't make a sound.

Because he knew that no one would listen.

He turned abruptly, shielding his face with his sleeve, and like a rat scurrying across the street, he fled into a dark alley nearby.

Only in that cold, damp, lightless corner could he catch his breath.

He leaned against the moss-covered wall, gasping for air, the malice in his eyes nearly overflowing.

"Why..."

"Why is he able to do it?"

"We are both Dai Mubai, why is he able to shine so brightly?"

He slammed his fist hard against the wall, his knuckles bleeding, yet he felt no pain.

Compared to the physical pain, the despair of being abandoned by the whole world and being completely crushed by another version of himself was what truly suffocated him.

Black World, Martial Soul City, Douluo Hall.

Beneath the massive Angel God Statue, an aged figure stood silently.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the dome of the great hall, seemingly watching the Sky Screen.

After a long while, he let out a long sigh.

"What a Dai Mubai."

"This child is not only peerless in martial prowess, but his temperament and wisdom are truly monstrous."

"In that situation, to dare to conclude it was a bluff and to risk danger alone—this isn't recklessness, this is absolute self-confidence and precise control over the situation."

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

There were those with high talent, those with good luck, and those with deep backgrounds.

But someone like the White World Dai Mubai, who possessed talent, wisdom, courage, and boldness all in one, was as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.

"If he is allowed to grow, I fear even the Bibi Dong of that world will have a headache."

Beside him stood a tall young woman.

Dressed in golden palace attire, her skin was as white as snow, her nose bridge high and straight.

It was the Black World Qian Renxue.

She was not wearing her usual hypocritical mask, but instead revealed her original appearance.

At this moment, her pale golden eyes were filled with surprise and a glimmer of light never seen before.

"Grandfather, the me in that world seems to have lost to him."

Qian Renxue said softly.

There was no unwillingness in her voice, but rather a sense of inexplicable curiosity.

Qian Daoliu glanced at his granddaughter.

"Losing to him is no shame."

"The you in that world should have been in the Heaven Dou Camp at the time."

"Facing such an opponent, unless you possess god-like, unfathomable abilities, there is no way you could have stopped that fire."

Qian Renxue nodded.

Her gaze turned back to the Sky Screen, watching that figure departing calmly amidst the sea of fire.

A strange feeling spread through her heart.

In her world, among her peers, no man had ever caught her eye.

Even that Tang San, who was touted to the heavens, was nothing more than mediocre in her view.

But this Dai Mubai...

"Courageous and resourceful, decisive in killing."

"If I could cross swords with such a person on the battlefield, even if I lost, it would be a joy."

The corners of Qian Renxue's mouth curled up slightly.

She suddenly felt a bit envious of her counterpart in that world.

At the very least, that Qian Renxue had encountered a true opponent, and perhaps... even someone worth entrusting her life to.

"I really want to meet him."

"Even if it's just for a moment."

Above the Sky Screen, the imagery did not falter due to the tremors in the Black World.

The plot continued to unfold.

The camera shifted to the main camp of the Heaven Dou Empire.

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

Inside the central command tent.

"Xue Qinghe," dressed in the attire of a crown prince, suddenly threw open the curtain and walked out.

At this moment, although she was still dressed in men's clothing, her handsome face was covered in frost.

In the distance, in the direction of Black Wind Valley, the firelight had dyed half the sky red.

Even from such a distance, one could seemingly feel the heat waves radiating from that direction.

"Your Highness!"

Several soot-covered messengers stumbled over and knelt on the ground.

"Black Wind Valley... is finished!"

"The provisions are completely destroyed, the fire has blocked the path, and our logistical supply line is severed!"

"What?"

Marshal Ge Long, standing to the side, swayed, nearly losing his footing.

The trap he had been so proud of had not only failed to catch a big fish, but had instead cost him his own foundation?

"Who did this?"

"The Star Luo army is clearly still in a standoff with us; where did they get the troops to launch a sneak attack on Black Wind Valley?"

Ge Long roared.

The messenger tremblingly raised a finger.

"One... one person."

"According to the soldiers who escaped, there was only one person."

"That man's Martial Soul is a White Tiger, his entire body wreathed in golden light; he was like a god of slaughter in the sea of fire, and our Spirit Masters couldn't stop him at all!"

One person.

White Tiger Martial Soul.

Upon hearing these keywords, Xue Qinghe's pupils contracted sharply.

That name jumped into her mind almost instantly.

"Dai Mubai."

She whispered the name softly.

Her voice was not loud, but it carried a tone of grinding teeth.

The trap she had meticulously laid, the offensive she had prepared for months, had been burned to nothing by one person and a single fire.

"Good."

"Very good."

Xue Qinghe took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the rage in her heart.

She was a rational person.

With provisions cut off and morale in chaos, continuing to fight would only lead to unnecessary casualties.

"Pass down the order."

"The entire army is to break camp and retreat thirty miles."

"I will remember this debt."

She took one last deep look in the direction of Black Wind Valley.

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

The scene shifted.

The Star Luo main camp.

Unlike the mourning atmosphere on the Heaven Dou side, this place was filled with cheers.

Dai Mubai had returned.

He did not use the main gate, instead vaulting directly over the camp's perimeter wall.

His black night-ops suit had been burned to tatters, revealing the lean, muscular frame beneath, which was covered in scars.

Although his face was smeared with soot, those evil eyes of his were terrifyingly bright.

"Dai Mubai!"

Zhu Zhuqing was the first to rush forward.

She didn't care how dirty Dai Mubai was, throwing herself directly into his arms as tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Dai Mubai grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"What are you crying for?"

"Aren't I perfectly fine?"

The commander and the various officers who arrived shortly after looked toward the direction of Black Wind Valley, where flames were shooting into the sky, and were all left dumbstruck.

"This... it really burned?"

The commander swallowed hard, his gaze toward Dai Mubai changing completely.

He was no longer looking at a prince here to pad his resume, but at a monster.