Ma Hongjun: A Day as Husband and Wife, a Hundred Days of Grace!

Dai Mubai clenched his fists and said calmly, "Don't worry, Dean!"

"That twenty-sixth-level piece of trash, Su Yuntao, was killed before he could even fully manifest his Martial Soul; that was his own incompetence. As for that commoner named Wang Er, he had absolutely no power to protect himself."

"But I am different."

"I, Dai Mubai, am a thirty-seventh-level assault-system Battle Soul Grandmaster. I possess the world's top-tier White Tiger Martial Soul. Even if I can't win, I can definitely run away!"

These words were reasonable and logical.

Although Flender still felt hesitant, with the situation at hand, he couldn't bring himself to say anything that would dampen their morale, so he simply patted Dai Mubai heavily on the shoulder.

"Be careful in everything. No matter what, staying alive is the top priority!"

Dai Mubai nodded heavily.

Tang San also stepped forward, looking at Dai Mubai with a grave expression.

"Boss Dai, remember what that short-haired youth said earlier."

Tang San lowered his voice.

"The commoners in that world are all absorbing Cosmic Energy; their physical strength is likely terrifying. If a melee breaks out, you must utilize the kiting advantage of your Soul Skills. Do not, under any circumstances, compete with them in pure brute force."

Dai Mubai nodded. Just as he was about to say something more, a white pillar of teleportation light descended from the sky, enveloping his entire body.

At this moment, Ma Hongjun finally snapped out of his shock and waved his hand fiercely at Dai Mubai. "Cuihua!"

"Boss Dai!"

"If it's possible, please look after Cuihua for me!"

She was his girlfriend, after all!

A hundred days of kindness for one night as husband and wife, and they had been together for much longer than that!

Meanwhile, in Spirit City, at the Pope Palace.

Inside this magnificent hall, which symbolized the highest power on the Douluo Continent, a scorching, dark-red current of air was surging.

In the center of the hall stood a burly, red-haired youth. At this moment, his entire body was burning with raging dark-red flames; this was his top-tier mutated Martial Soul, the Flame Lord.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black.

Five perfect soul rings circled slowly beneath his feet.

A fifty-second-level Battle Soul King!

Such terrifying cultivation, placed anywhere on the Douluo Continent, would be enough to sweep through his peers and even allow him to contend with the older generation of powerhouses.

And this youth was, naturally, the pride of Spirit Hall who had just been chosen by the Sky Screen—Yan!

He was the absolute backbone of the Golden Generation and the undisputed prodigy of Spirit Hall's younger generation.

Bibi Dong looked at Yan, who was brimming with fighting spirit below the steps, and a satisfied smile finally appeared on her beautiful face.

"Yan, the Sky Screen choosing you this time is the honor of Spirit Hall, and it is also your fortune."

"That waste Su Yuntao threw away all of Spirit Hall's face. But you are different. You are a Soul King; your power is ten, perhaps even dozens of times greater than Su Yuntao's."

Bibi Dong slowly stood up, her bright golden scepter tapping lightly against the floor.

"Although that high-dimensional world is dangerous, it is also filled with opportunities. After you descend, your primary task is to find a martial arts gym or seek out those factions that cultivate Genetic Origin Energy."

"If possible, use your Flame Lord Martial Soul to make a name for yourself as quickly as possible. Expose yourself to the eyes of the strong and take one of them as your master."

Having said this, Bibi Dong paused, a glimmer of cruelty flashing in her eyes.

"If you encounter a weakling alone, search their soul and force a confession."

"No matter what means you use, you must bring back that technique capable of breaking physical limits for This Seat in its entirety! What This Seat wants is not just the Five-Heart-to-Sky Cultivation Method that everyone knows!"

"Since the Five-Heart-to-Sky Cultivation Method exists in that world, there must be higher-tier, superior techniques!"

"This disciple obeys!"

Yan knelt on one knee, his right hand striking his chest heavily with a dull thud. The dark-red flames on his body burned even more intensely, causing the air in the hall to warp slightly.

"Please rest assured, Your Holiness!"

"Although that world is dangerous, my Martial Soul can even melt steel! No matter if they are martial artists or War Gods, as long as they dare to block my path, I will burn them into a pile of ash and spread the divine might of Spirit Hall!"

Yan's confidence was not blind.

As a Soul King, his fifth soul skill could even unleash enough terrifying power to destroy an entire street.

He did not believe that just anyone from that world could ignore his extreme flame damage. At the very least, in that other world, he could count himself among the ranks of the strong!

Hu Liena stood to the side, watching the brimming confidence of Yan. She frowned slightly and reminded him softly, "Yan, do not be careless. The people of that world do not seem to use soul power. Keep your guard up."

Yan laughed heartily, waving his hand dismissively. "Nana, just wait and see me display my might before the entire continent."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a white pillar of teleportation light tore through the dome of the hall and landed precisely on Yan.

At the border between the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire.

Star Luo City, capital of the Star Luo Empire.

Within the magnificent Star Luo Imperial Palace, totems of baring-fanged and brandishing-clawed white tigers were carved everywhere.

Inside the resplendent imperial court, however, the atmosphere had dropped to freezing point.

The current emperor of the Star Luo Empire, Dai Tianfeng, sat upright upon the White Tiger Throne, which was forged from pure gold.

He possessed the exact same head of golden hair as Dai Mubai, along with that pair of daunting, evil-looking eyes; yet, compared to Dai Mubai, this emperor carried an air of iron-blooded ruthlessness honed by years of holding supreme power.

At this moment, Dai Tianfeng's gaze was fixed tightly upon the familiar figure on the Sky Screen.

"Mubai..."

A complex expression flickered across Dai Tianfeng's chiseled, blade-like face.

The ministers below in the court all lowered their heads, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Standing at the very front of the military officials, the eldest prince, Dai Weisi, kept his hands hidden within his wide sleeves, his fingernails digging deeply into his palms.

The royal succession struggle of the Star Luo Empire was extremely cruel.

The loser had only one path: death, or having their cultivation crippled and being imprisoned for life.

Dai Mubai had originally chosen to abandon everything and flee to Shrek Academy in the Heaven Dou Empire precisely to escape this brutal fate.

Dai Weisi had assumed this cowardly younger brother was no longer a concern.

But now, the appearance of the Sky Screen had completely disrupted the succession landscape of the Star Luo Empire.

"Your Majesty."

An elderly official in purple robes stepped out tremblingly and bowed, saying, "The Third Prince being chosen by the Sky Screen is a great fortune for our Star Luo Empire."

"If the Third Prince can survive for a year in that high-dimensional world and return, our Star Luo Empire will inevitably gain an advantage in this Sky Screen exploration."

"And since that other world possesses Genetic Origin Energy techniques that allow ordinary people to break their limits, it must contain even more powerful items. As long as we can find a way to obtain them, our Star Luo Empire will surely become powerful!"

"By then, the mere Heaven Dou Empire, or even Spirit Hall, will be nothing to fear!"

Hearing the old official's words, the atmosphere in the court suddenly became somewhat restless.

Dai Tianfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest of the White Tiger Throne, until at one moment, his fingers stopped.

"Transmit my decree."

"Immediately mobilize the Royal Imperial Guard to seal the borders. At the same time, dispatch all royal intelligence agents to infiltrate the Heaven Dou Empire and keep a close watch on Shrek Academy for me."

"Since Mubai is a prince of my Star Luo Empire, whatever he brings back naturally belongs to the Star Luo Empire."

"Once the one-year term is up and Mubai returns safely, spare no cost to escort him back to the country! If the Heaven Dou Empire or Spirit Hall dares to obstruct his return, then we shall go to full-scale war!"

Hearing his father's resolute order, Dai Weisi's face turned deathly pale in an instant, his eyes filled with gloom.

If Dai Mubai returned alive... who exactly would be the future Crown Prince?