Dai Mubai: Thirty Years East of the River, Thirty Years West of the River-Never Bully a White Tiger Just Because He's Poor!

Yeah...

Just how terrifying was the Primordial Immortal Court?

A mere casual palm from that Daoist boy had wiped out Tang Hao, who had become a god, and God of Destruction, a God King.

If Zhu Zhuqing really returned someday with the power of that world to take revenge...

Could they stand against her?

Would they really dare to gamble on it?

Of course not. They didn't dare.

But seeing Dai Mubai's face ground into the mud, and the crowd around them whispering, Yu Xiaogang's expression darkened.

The next moment, he took a deep breath and stepped forward, trying to reason with them:

"Brother, do me a favor."

"Get lost!"

"Sure thing."

Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, stung by the rebuff. In the end, he could only glance helplessly at Dai Mubai before turning and leaving.

Everyone: "..."

Seeing even Grandmaster leave so decisively, the others finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"But you can't just bully people like this!"

Ning Rongrong, who had been watching the whole time, suddenly stepped forward.

She might have been pampered her whole life, but she couldn't stand watching someone throw their weight around.

"What's so great about the Zhu Clan?!"

Ning Rongrong marched forward, hands on her hips, her young-lady temper flaring:

"My Grandpa Sword went to that world too!"

"He's a Titled Douluo!"

"When he comes back, you'll be sorry!"

"You have to apologize to Boss Dai right now, or I'll make the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—"

"Smack!"

Before she could finish, another sharp slap rang out.

Ning Rongrong covered her cheek, utterly stunned.

Her own father had never hit her, not once—not in her whole life—and someone from the Zhu Clan dared to strike her?!

Dared to hit her, the dignified little princess!

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Sword