A Sensation!!

"My father said that is a divine martial art, one that no mortal could ever hope to master!"

"Especially not one that is incomplete!"

As he said this, Dai Mubai seemed to have latched onto some leverage, pointing at the Sky Screen and shouting:

"It's fake! It is absolutely fake!"

"His meridians aren't even as thick as a strand of hair; how could they possibly withstand such tyrannical power?"

"This is an illusion!"

"It's just a fabrication made up by this Sky Screen to grab attention!"

"..."

Hearing this explanation from Dai Mubai.

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang exchanged a glance, both seeing a trace of relief in each other's eyes.

So that was it.

A forbidden technique that even a Titled Douluo couldn't cultivate, yet he had mastered it?

If that wasn't nonsense, what was?

"I knew it."

Yu Xiaogang let out a long breath, regaining his confidence, and sneered:

"So it was just posturing."

"It seems this so-called White World is nothing special after all."

"To elevate itself, it would even tell a lie that defies common sense."

Tang San also shook his head slightly:

"Too much is as bad as too little."

The members of Shrek all breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as they could prove the Sky Screen was fake, they hadn't lost.

However.

Is it really fake?

Those who truly stood at the pinnacle of the continent, however, had a completely different reaction at this moment.

Martial Soul City, Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong, dressed in luxurious papal robes, leaned lazily upon her throne.

But at this moment.

Her pale purple eyes were flickering with a light of uncertainty.

"Fist Strikes the Void..."

Bibi Dong parted her red lips, her voice cold and clear:

"The ultimate art that the old ghost of the Star Luo Imperial Family once boasted about?"

"A move that even Qian Daoliu wouldn't dare to take head-on."

"Could someone really have mastered it?"

What she cared about was that, through that Sky Screen, she had actually felt a fist intent that made her own Martial Soul tremble!

If it were fake, how could it simulate the very essence of the technique so perfectly?

"This White Emperor... is somewhat interesting."

A trace of gravity, never before seen, flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes.

Worship Hall, before the Angel God statue.

Qian Daoliu was kneeling before the statue in prayer.

Suddenly.

The statue erupted with brilliant light.

A majestic and divine voice exploded directly within his mind:

"That world..."

Qian Daoliu was shocked, quickly prostrating himself on the ground:

"Lord Angel God? Are you saying..."

The voice of the Angel God carried a trace of shock that even a god could not conceal:

"The fist intent unleashed by that child has resonated with the laws of the plane."

"That is real."

"This means... his potential is immeasurable!"

Hearing these words.

Qian Daoliu shuddered violently.

If what the god said was true.

Then everything on the Sky Screen had actually happened?

Mastering a forbidden technique?!

Just what kind of monster was this Dai Mubai from the White World?!

On the other side.

Deep within a secluded valley.

Tang Hao watched the Sky Screen, the massive Clear Sky Hammer in his hand trembling slightly.

"The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer before his punch..."

"Is like a child's plaything."

Tang Hao's weathered face was etched with defeat.

The strength he had always taken pride in now seemed so laughable.

On Sea God Island, Bo Saixi stood before the Sea God Hall.

The sea breeze whipped against her red robes.

She gazed at the massive light screen in the sky, her eyes, which seemed to contain the endless ocean, revealing a hint of deep curiosity and anticipation.

"A punch that shatters the void..."

"Even Tang Chen in his prime never possessed such pure dominance."

"A king from another world?"

"I truly... want to meet you."

White World, Star Luo Imperial Palace.

Inside the grand hall, the air was filled with a faint scent of ambergris.

Several stunning beauties were still immersed in the lingering shock of that earth-shattering punch from the Sky Screen.

Zhu Zhuqing's cold eyes were now filled with tenderness as she pressed tightly against Dai Mubai's side, wishing she could melt her entire body into his embrace.

Although Qian Renxue was proud by nature, the way she looked at the man beside her now held a rare, uncharacteristic reverence.

Ning Rongrong could no longer contain herself; she leaned in close to Dai Mubai, her large eyes sparkling.

"Your Majesty, you are just too amazing!"

"To be able to shatter the void—if this got out, I'm afraid those old fogies in the God Realm wouldn't be able to sleep at night."

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong reached out with her small hand and poked his solid chest.

The texture was hard, brimming with explosive power.

Dai Mubai leaned back on the wide dragon throne, resting his chin on one hand with a languid expression.

He looked at the beauties beside him, their eyes filled with affection, and the corners of his mouth curled upward.

That smile carried three parts wickedness and seven parts dominance.

"You think this is amazing?"

Dai Mubai reached out, grabbed Ning Rongrong by her slender waist, and pulled her into his arms.

Ning Rongrong let out a startled cry as she tumbled onto his lap.

Her pretty face instantly flushed a deep crimson.

"Your Majesty..."

Dai Mubai lowered his head, leaning close to her ear, his warm breath making Ning Rongrong's entire body tingle.

"Does my beloved consort not know that I have even more impressive techniques?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the women present froze for a moment.

Then, they understood instantly.

Zhu Zhuqing, being thin-skinned, buried her head even lower, her ears turning bright red.

Qian Renxue let out a soft scoff and turned her head away, though her trembling eyelashes betrayed her inner shyness.

"Your Majesty, you are truly wicked!"

Ning Rongrong twisted her body in his arms, her small, pink fists lightly thumping against his chest, her voice so soft and sweet it could drip honey:

"It's broad daylight, night hasn't even fallen yet, and you're already saying such indecent things."

Dai Mubai let out a hearty laugh, his large hand unceremoniously giving Ning Rongrong's perky backside a firm pat.

A crisp sound echoed throughout the grand hall.

"Besides, I am the White Emperor of Heaven. This entire world belongs to me; I can be as wicked as I please, whenever I please."

Having said that, he turned his head to look at Qian Renxue, who was feigning composure nearby, a trace of playfulness flashing in his eyes.

"Xue'er, wouldn't you agree?"

Feeling that highly aggressive gaze, Qian Renxue's body stiffened slightly.

She bit her lower lip, turned around, and glared fiercely at Dai Mubai, though it held no intimidation at all, appearing more like a coquettish act instead.

"You lecher."

Despite her words, her body honestly leaned closer to Dai Mubai.

This was the Dai Mubai of the White World.

To the outside world, he was an iron-blooded, cold-hearted emperor, decisive in slaughter and suppressing the current age.

In private, he was a dashing and romantic lover, having tamed these proud and arrogant daughters of heaven until they were completely submissive.

Just then, the images upon the Sky Screen shifted once more.

The warm and amorous atmosphere was shattered, and everyone's gaze refocused on the high heavens.

In the scene, time flew by.

That small figure practicing punches in the Martial Arts Arena gradually grew taller amidst the monotonous, day-after-day cultivation.