It was Dai Mubai from the Black World.
Where was the slightest trace of a prince's nobility now?
Where was the slightest trace of a White Tiger Soul Master's authority?
He was nothing more than a street thug, sunk in drink and women, who had given up on himself.
"Boss Dai, another round!"
Ma Hongjun raised his glass. His greasy hand gave the woman beside him a hard pinch on the butt, drawing a coquettish yelp from her.
"Drink!"
Dai Mubai slurred, downing his drink in one gulp.
The liquor ran down his chin and soaked his neck, but he didn't care. He casually wiped it away with his sleeve.
"To hell with cultivation..."
Dai Mubai burped, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"To hell with the Star Luo Empire..."
"I'm staying here until I die!"
"Damn Dai Weisi can fight and scheme all he wants!"
"I'm done playing!"
As he spoke, he seemed to be venting his frustration. He grabbed the two heavily made-up women beside him, buried his head in their not-so-buxom chests, and let out a strange laugh.
"Women... only women and liquor are real..."
"Everything else is bullshit!"
Dai Mubai's ugliness was on full display in the scene.
He was like a heap of mud, giving up on the struggle and his dignity, wanting only to drown in this den of pleasure.
He and Ma Hongjun even traded lewd remarks for thrills, discussing which woman had the better figure and which was more skilled.
Their expressions were utterly lecherous.
This scene was broadcast without restraint through the Sky Screen, laid bare before everyone in both worlds.
Black World.
The people who had been driven mad with jealousy now felt nothing but disgust.
It was like swallowing a fly.
"This is our prince?"
The people of the