After roaring, Dai Mubai stared fixedly at Zhu Zhuqing.
He waited for her explanation. Even an excuse would do.
As long as she gave him something to work with, he could pretend this had never happened.
However.
Zhu Zhuqing merely lifted her head slightly and glanced at him.
Her gaze was calm—so calm it chilled the heart.
"Are you done?"
Three light words, like snowflakes settling on a lake, not even enough to stir a ripple.
Dai Mubai froze. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but realized he felt like he'd just punched cotton.
Just then, he saw Wu Xing. Wu Xing had actually followed his fiancée's willing embrace by wrapping an arm around her slender waist.
He, her proper fiancé, had never even been allowed to do that!
If Zhu Zhuqing's behavior before had merely been an impulsive overreaction, a fit of pique to get back at him for keeping other women at his side,
then Wu Xing's calm acceptance was a direct challenge to every ounce of dignity he had as her fiancé. It was as if he were grinding what little face Dai Mubai had left into the dirt.
"Let her go!"
Dai Mubai's eyes were bloodshot. The shame, jealousy, and humiliation he had bottled up all burst out at once.
But Wu Xing acted as though he hadn't heard—or as though he had heard and simply didn't care.
His hand rested casually against Zhu Zhuqing's waist.
Then, right in front of Dai Mubai, he slowly slid it a little higher.
He wasn't groping.
He was lifting.
His palm slid from her waist to her ribs, his fingertips stopping just below her chest.
The movement was slow—slow enough for everyone present to see it clearly.
As if he were deliberately measuring something, or perhaps staking a claim.
Dai Mubai's gaze was nailed to the spot, his eyes nearly bulging.
He saw the hand stop. It didn't move any higher.
But it didn't go back down, either.
It stayed right there, in that fatal spot, its fingers tightening slightly and sinking into the fabric.
Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled faintly, but she didn't pull away. She didn't even look down at the hand.
Her lashes merely lowered a little, concealing the emotions in her eyes.
No one knew what she was thinking, but everyone could see that she hadn't refused him!
Nearby,
Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu watched it all, their lips pursed in a pout.
Brother Wu Xing really was a big pig trotter—he liked everything big!
Dugu Yan's mouth twitched several times. She looked down at herself, then compared herself to Zhu Zhuqing, and felt a pang of jealousy too.
Why did Zhu Zhuqing get to be so well-endowed?!
Dai Mubai didn't notice the girls' reactions. All his attention was fixed on that hand, the one stopped just below his fiancée's chest.
His mind went BOOM. That hand's position, that movement, that air of entitlement—
They all told him the same thing: this man had touched places Dai Mubai had never been allowed to touch!
He remembered trying to hold Zhu Zhuqing's hand, only for her to pull away faster than lightning.
He remembered trying to put an arm around her shoulder, and the murderous look in her eyes that said, You dare touch me.
He remembered so many things, but every time he tried to get close, her cold, distant gaze had kept him at bay.
He had always thought his fiancée was simply that kind of person.
Cool, taciturn, the same with everyone.
But now, with his own eyes, he watched another man's hand stop in that spot.
She not only didn't pull away; she didn't even struggle.
He had never seen her so docile.
Dai Mubai's lips began to tremble. Something exploded in his chest.
His eyes turned red—not because he was about to cry, but because blood surged upward, impossible to hold back!
"I fucking said let her go!"
"Didn't you hear me?!"
The words scraped out of his throat, hoarse and unlike his own voice.
Each one sounded sandpapered raw—rough, harsh, and reeking of blood!
Reason, the family alliance, any explanation—none of it mattered anymore.
He knew only one thing: he was going to kill the man in front of him!
His Martial Soul burst free beyond his control. Three Spirit Rings rose beneath his feet, and the phantom of the Evil White Tiger appeared behind him.
Soul Power poured from his body, forming a visible aura of flame across his skin.
The stone slabs beneath his feet couldn't withstand the force. They cracked with a series of sharp pops.
Dai Mubai's body began to change. His muscles swelled, veins bulged, and his nails lengthened, glinting faintly with a cold light.
His eyes had become those of a beast, their vertical pupils reflecting Wu Xing's figure.
"I'll say it one last time!"
"Let her go!"
His voice no longer sounded human. It was more like a beast's growl, each word forced between his teeth and dripping with murderous intent.
Wu Xing looked at Dai Mubai, his hand unmoving.
If anything, he tightened his hold a little more.
Dai Mubai's last shred of reason snapped.
His First Soul Ring blazed to its limit. White light gathered in his mouth, letting out a piercing shriek.
"White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"
He said it one word at a time, each one carrying the resolve to kill.
White light blasted from his mouth, wrapped in a murderous fury. It tore through the air and shot straight at Wu Xing's face.
Faced with the incoming Soul Skill, Wu Xing stood where he was without even releasing Zhu Zhuqing from his arms.
Only when the light wave was about to hit him did he lean aside slightly. It was a small movement, but he dodged with ease.
The white beam grazed his right shoulder and slammed into the wall behind him with a tremendous crash.
Shattered stone flew everywhere, and dust billowed.
But Wu Xing didn't even lift his eyelids. The corner of his mouth slowly curled as he spoke.
"That's it?"
Dai Mubai froze.
Among people his age, almost no one could dodge his White Tiger Intense Light Wave. Yet this man had evaded it with ease without even releasing his Martial Soul!
That humiliation cut deeper than any words could!
"I'll take your life!"
Dai Mubai roared, and his Third Soul Ring lit up.
White Tiger Vajra Transformation!
His body swelled again, growing a whole head taller as his aura surged.
He would tear this man apart with his own hands.
Dai Mubai drove off with both legs. The stone slabs exploded beneath him, and he hurtled toward Wu Xing like a cannonball.
His fist shot out with a sharp crack through the air.
Wu Xing didn't retreat. He held Zhu Zhuqing in one arm and opened his right hand to catch the punch head-on.
"Bang!"
A shock wave exploded between them and spread in every direction.
Dai Mubai's pupils contracted.
His punch had been stopped!
Wu Xing's palm clamped firmly around his fist, not budging an inch.
"That's it?" Wu Xing said again.
His tone was different this time. It was no longer mocking, but disappointed.
"I thought the prince of the Star Luo Empire would be impressive. Turns out he's just a useless fool."
"No wonder you abandoned your own fiancée and ran off alone. A coward like you doesn't deserve Zhu Qing!"
Dai Mubai's face twisted completely. He tried to wrench his fist free, but couldn't, so he swung his other fist at Wu Xing's face.
Wu Xing seemed to know what he was about to do. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
"White Tiger?"
He gave a soft laugh.
"Then let me show you what a true White Tiger is!"
As the words fell, Wu Xing released his Martial Soul.
This time, it wasn't a pistol. A far more ancient, far more bloodthirsty aura surged from within him.
White light gathered behind him. It wasn't a phantom; it was real.
A snow-white tiger emerged from the light, its presence even more terrifying than Dai Mubai's Evil White Tiger.
It wasn't ferocious. It was majestic.
It wasn't savage. It was sovereign.
It was none other than one of the Four Divine Beasts of Huaxia, the White Tiger—the god of slaughter, ruler of war!
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