A Eunuch Still Wants to Be Emperor of My Star Luo Empire?

Tang San's six dim Spirit Ring stood in stark contrast to Lin Qingmo's nine Spirit Ring on the high platform.

The whispers around him drifted into his ears on the wind, all of them filled with disdain and mockery.

"Is this Tang San? Wasn't he supposed to be a genius with Twin Martial Souls? How come he's only at the sixth ring?"

"Compared to the Blue Silver Douluo, he's worlds apart. It's a disgrace that he shares the same Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul as the Blue Silver Douluo."

Lin Qingmo's figure descended from the high platform and stopped in front of him, a nonchalant mockery playing on her lips.

"What a pity, Tang San."

"He had top-tier Twin Martial Souls but chose to listen to Yu Xiaogang's misleading theories, squandering his talent and potential completely."

"You're talking nonsense! The teacher's theory is correct! My Blue Silver Grass is not Trash Martial Soul!"

Tang San roared, his eyes red.

He wanted to raise his hand and release the Blue Silver Grass.

He couldn't even muster a trace of Soul Power in his fingertips, and could only stand there trembling like a trapped beast.

The theories he had always held as guiding principles, Yu Xiaogang whom he had always respected as his mentor, and the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul he had always been proud of, had all become a joke in other people's mouths at this moment.

"Even with the same Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, I was able to become Titled Douluo and stand at the pinnacle of the continent."

"And you, despite possessing Twin Martial Souls and greater potential, are stuck at the sixth ring, unable to progress."

Lin Qingmo's voice wasn't loud, but every word pierced his deepest pain.

"Tell me, why is that?"

"!!!"

Tang San stood there, his mind a complete blank.

The perseverance and beliefs of the past collapsed like a sandcastle swept away by a storm.

Confusion and despair enveloped him, making it difficult for him to even stand.

As if all the strength had been drained from him, he slid down the wall behind him.

Not far away, Dai Mubai's breathing had already become erratic.

His brows were furrowed.

She sank into the soft bedding.

The view was an overwhelming expanse of white, a sacred wedding hall, with a red carpet stretching from the ground all the way up to the platform.

At the end of the platform stood a figure etched into his very bones.

Zhu Zhuqing wore a black tulle wedding dress adorned with diamonds, which accentuated her exquisite figure.

Her usually cold and aloof features were now bathed in a soft glow, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

"Zhu Zhuqing?!"

Dai Mubai's steps moved forward uncontrollably, his fingertips trembling slightly, as he reached out to take the hand hanging at his side.

In the end, the person he could never let go of in his life was Zhu Zhuqing.

He always thought that as long as he was strong enough, he could keep her and have her!

But his foot hadn't yet fallen.

Zhu Zhuqing turned around and naturally took the arm of the other person beside her.

The man, dressed in a sharp white suit, with a smile in his eyes, was none other than Lin Qingmo.

The two stood side by side before the priest, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, a perfect match like a meticulously painted scroll.

"!!!"

Dai Mubai stood rooted to the spot.

The air in his chest was instantly sucked out, and the trembling in his fingertips spread to his entire arm.

"Dai Mubai, look at yourself now, you look like a stray dog."

As Zhu Zhuqing's voice fell, it lost its usual coldness, but was instead filled with an overwhelming sense of sarcasm.

Like a sharp knife chilled to the bone, it pierced straight into his most vulnerable spot.

"Zhu Zhuqing, I..."

Dai Mubai's Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to speak up in defense.

But they found their throat felt like it was blocked by a boulder.

He recalled his days in the Star Luo Empire, where he was suppressed by his elder brother Dai Weisi and couldn't even protect his own fiefdom.

In the end, he could only slink away from the Star Luo Empire, like a cowardly rat that couldn't stand the light of day.

That was the humiliation he least wanted to mention in his life.

Now, Zhu Zhuqing has laid bare his shame, word by word, making him feel utterly humiliated.

"When you ran away like a cowardly piece of trash in the Star Luo Empire, you should have known that it was all over between us long ago."

Zhu Zhuqing finished her second sentence.

Dai Mubai's fingernails dug deeply into his palm, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth.

He always thought that Zhu Zhuqing came to Shrek to find him because she still cared about him and was willing to stand with him against Dai Weisi's oppression.

So, in her eyes, he was nothing but a cowardly wretch who couldn't stand up to scrutiny from beginning to end?

Was all his hard work at Shrek over the years worthless in her eyes?

"You are not good enough for me. Only Lin Qingmo is the man I truly want."

These words were like the last straw, breaking his self-esteem.

Dai Mubai's proud Evil Eye White Tiger Martial Soul and his years of painstaking cultivation of Soul Power have become a joke at this moment.

He couldn't even keep the woman he loved.

He could only watch helplessly as she leaned against another man's chest, rejecting everything about him with the most contemptuous tone.

The anger raged within him, threatening to overwhelm his reason.

Lin Qingmo put his arm around Zhu Zhuqing's waist, laughed freely, and his contempt was almost overflowing.

"Zhu Zhuqing, don't bother with him. He's not even a man anymore."

"Damn it!!!"

Dai Mubai felt all the blood rush to his head, his teeth clenched so tightly they were grinding, and his jawline was taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

What he cared about most in his life was his dignity.

What he cannot tolerate most is others questioning his masculinity.

Lin Qingmo's words completely humiliated him, leaving him utterly disgraced.

He wanted nothing more than to rush up to the couple in front of him and tear them to pieces, scattering their bones to ashes.

But as soon as he took a step, the scene before him spun around him.

When he regained his senses, he was already standing on the main hall of the Star Luo Empire's Imperial Palace Hall.

Distant memories flooded my mind.

Inside the magnificent hall, civil and military officials stood on both sides, and all members of the royal family were present.

All eyes turned to him, filled with undisguised mockery and disdain.

On the dragon throne, the emperor's face was ashen, devoid of any warmth.

Dai Weisi, standing beside him, wore a smug smile, as if watching a clown.

"Look, this is the Third Prince who ran away. He couldn't even keep his own woman!"

An elderly minister with graying hair and beard spoke first, his disdainful tone piercing Dai Mubai's ears like needles.

His gaze swept across the hall.

All the officials were pointing and whispering about him.

The murmurs surged in like a tidal wave, suffocating him.

"Shut up! All of you shut up! Aaaaaah!"

He wanted to argue, he wanted to scream.

But I found my voice drowned out by the overwhelming discussions, as insignificant as a speck of dust.

"Exactly, how dare they return to the Star Luo Empire? When they escaped back then, didn't they ever think about this day?"

"I heard he was castrated a long time ago?"

"Hahaha!!!"

Upon hearing this, the entire hall erupted in uproarious laughter.

Those laughs were like heavy hammer blows, slamming into Dai Mubai's heart.

"Hahaha, this is hilarious! A eunuch, trying to fight for the throne?"

"Our Star Luo Empire cannot afford to lose face like this!"

Dai Weisi looked down at him, his tone undisguisedly sarcastic.

"My dear brother, what are you doing back here? You've completely disgraced the Star Luo Empire."

"You've even run off with someone else, what right do you have to stand here?"

"Hmph, I don't have a son like you. Get out of the Star Luo Empire and never come back."

The emperor, seated on the dragon throne, finally spoke, his voice as cold as ice.

"Aaaaaah!"

A low, beastly roar escaped Dai Mubai's throat, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.

He desperately channeled his Soul Power, wanting to tear these foul-mouthed people to shreds.

His Soul Power, which he could usually circulate freely, was now like frozen river water, and no matter how he tried to urge it, it wouldn't budge.

He could only stand there.

He let the mocking words rain down on him, let them trample on his last shred of dignity.

His eyes were bloodshot, and even breathing was excruciatingly painful.

In the end, he became a laughingstock, abandoned by everyone, and surrounded by enemies.

This deep-seated sense of powerlessness and humiliation was a hundred times more unbearable than killing him.