A sensation!!

"Father said that was a god's fist technique. Mortals simply couldn't wield it!"

"What's more, it was incomplete!"

As he spoke, Dai Mubai seemed to have found a weakness to seize on. He pointed at the Sky Screen and shouted:

"Fake! It's absolutely fake!"

"His meridians are thinner than a strand of hair. How could they possibly withstand such domineering power?"

"This is an illusion!"

"The Sky Screen made it up to attract attention!"

"..."

Hearing Dai Mubai's explanation,

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang exchanged a glance, and both saw the relief in the other's eyes.

So that was it.

A forbidden technique that even Titled Douluo couldn't cultivate—and he'd mastered it?

What kind of nonsense was that?

"I knew it."

Yu Xiaogang let out a long breath, his confidence returning. He sneered:

"So it was all just a bluff."

"Looks like this so-called White World is nothing special after all."

"To make themselves look better, they've even told a lie that goes against common sense."

Tang San shook his head slightly.

"Too much of a good thing."

The Shrek group all breathed a sigh of relief.

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

And yet.

Was it really fake?

The truly powerful figures standing at the peak of the continent reacted very differently.

Spirit City, the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong, dressed in a luxurious papal robe, leaned lazily against her throne.

But now,

her pale violet eyes glimmered with uncertainty.

"Fist Strikes the Void..."

Bibi Dong parted her red lips, her voice cool:

"That legendary technique the old ghost from the Star Luo Imperial Family used to boast about?"

"Even Qian Daoliu wouldn't dare take that move head-on."

"Someone actually managed to master it?"

What mattered to her was that through the Sky Screen, she had truly felt a fist intent that made even her Martial Soul tremble.

If it was fake, how could even its intent be imitated so perfectly?

"This White Emperor... is rather interesting."

A gravity she'd never shown before flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes.

Before the Angel God Statue in the Worship Hall,

Qian Daoliu was kneeling in prayer before the statue.

Suddenly,

the statue blazed with light.

A dignified, sacred voice rang directly through his mind:

"That world..."

Qian Daoliu was stunned. He hurriedly prostrated himself.

"Angel God? Do you mean..."

The Angel God's voice held a shock even a god couldn't conceal:

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

"It was real."

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

At those words,

Qian Daoliu trembled from head to toe.

If the god was telling the truth,

then everything on the Sky Screen had really happened?

He'd mastered a forbidden technique?!

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

Elsewhere,

in a secluded mountain valley,

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

"Compared to that punch of his, the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer..."

"is just a child's game."

Tang Hao's weathered face was filled with dejection.

The power he'd always been proud of seemed laughable beside it.

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

The sea breeze stirred her red robe.

She gazed at the enormous screen in the sky, curiosity and anticipation filling her eyes, which seemed to hold an endless ocean.

"Fists shattering the void..."

"Even Tang Chen, back then, never possessed such pure, domineering power."

"A king from another world?"

"I really want... to meet you."

White World, the Star Luo Imperial Palace.

A faint scent of dragon's-blood incense lingered in the great hall.

Several stunning beauties were still caught up in the afterglow of the earth-shattering punch they'd just witnessed on the Sky Screen.

Zhu Zhuqing's usually cool eyes were now full of tenderness. She pressed close against Dai Mubai, wishing she could melt her whole body into his embrace.

Though Qian Renxue was proud by nature, the look she gave the man beside her now held a rare trace of admiration.

Ning Rongrong could hardly contain herself. She leaned close to Dai Mubai, her big eyes sparkling.

"Your Majesty, you're just too amazing!"

"If word gets out that you can shatter the void, those old geezers in the Divine Realm will be too scared to sleep!"

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

It felt hard, brimming with explosive strength.

Dai Mubai leaned back in the broad dragon throne, propping his chin on one hand, his expression lazy.

He looked at the beauties around him, their eyes brimming with affection, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

His smile held three parts mischief and seven parts dominance.

"You think that's impressive?"

Dai Mubai reached out, wrapped an arm around Ning Rongrong's slender waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

Ning Rongrong cried out in surprise and landed on his lap.

Her pretty face instantly flushed crimson.

"Your Majesty..."

Dai Mubai lowered his head and leaned close to her ear. His warm breath made Ning Rongrong's whole body go weak.

"Your Majesty still has other, more impressive skills. Surely my beloved consort knows that?"

The other women froze for a moment.

Then they understood.

Zhu Zhuqing was shy and buried her head even lower, the tips of her ears turning bright red.

Qian Renxue gave a soft scoff and turned her head away, but her trembling lashes betrayed her embarrassment.

"Your Majesty, you're so wicked!"

Ning Rongrong squirmed in his arms and lightly pounded his chest with her little fist. Her voice was so sweet it seemed to drip with honey:

"It's broad daylight! Night hasn't even fallen, and you're already saying such improper things."

Dai Mubai laughed heartily and gave Ning Rongrong's pert bottom an unceremonious smack.

The crisp sound echoed through the hall.

"Besides, I'm the White Emperor of Heaven. This whole world is mine. I can be wicked whenever I want."

Then he turned to look at Qian Renxue, who was pretending to be calm, a trace of teasing flashing in his eyes.

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

Qian Renxue felt his intensely possessive gaze, and her body stiffened slightly.

She bit her lower lip, turned around, and glared at Dai Mubai. But it wasn't intimidating in the least—instead, she looked more like she was pouting.

"Rake."

Despite her words, she leaned a little closer to Dai Mubai.

This was Dai Mubai of the White World.

To the outside world, he was an iron-blooded, ruthless emperor, decisive in killing and subduing all under heaven.

At home, he was a charming lover who kept these proud, heavenly favored women thoroughly in line.

Just then, the scene on the Sky Screen shifted again.

The warm, intimate atmosphere broke, and everyone's eyes turned back to the sky.

In the scene, time flew by.

The small figure practicing his punches in the Martial Arts Arena gradually grew taller through day after day of tedious training.