Stealing Zhu Zhuyun Wasn't Enough, He Even Wanted to Lay Hands on Zhu Zhuqing?

"Your Imperial Highness Third Prince, His Majesty is currently holding court, please halt!"

The guards crossed their long halberds, letting out a crisp clinking sound of metal.

"Get lost!"

Dai Mubai spat a white light from his palm, his right hand swelling to twice its size as he slapped the blocking halberds aside, charging into the grand hall.

"I beg Your Imperial Father to grant justice for your son!"

Dai Mubai's knees bent and slammed onto the floor, emitting a dull, heavy thump.

"Speak."

The Star Luo Emperor lowered his eyelids, glancing at Dai Mubai kneeling on the ground.

"Your son wishes to impeach Dai Mobai—"

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth as he looked toward the figure in the corner of the hall.

"For attempting to lay hands on your son's fiancee, Zhu Zhuqing!"

He squeezed these words out from between his teeth, his eyes flushing with specks of blood.

As a man, being cuckolded was the most unbearable thing in the world, and he absolutely would not allow what had happened to his eldest brother to repeat itself with him.

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the ministers in court varied.

Yet, including Duke Spirit Cat, the directly involved party, all the ministers kept their eyes fixed on their noses, and their noses on their mouths, tacitly choosing to stay out of it.

What disappointed Dai Mubai even more was that the Star Luo Emperor's face showed not the slightest emotional fluctuation upon hearing his accusation.

He merely shifted his gaze to the side.

Following the direction of his gaze, Dai Mobai's figure became increasingly distinct.

He possessed a face seven parts similar to Dai Mubai's, yet far more domineering and arrogant.

At this moment, he was lying sideways on the only other chair in the grand hall. Unlike the Star Luo Emperor's flawless, statue-like posture, Dai Mobai was lounging in an excessively unruly manner.

Not only was he crossing his legs, but his arm casually propped up his head as he had actually fallen asleep just like that.

In the quiet grand hall, his snoring sounded particularly conspicuous.

"Mobai."

The Star Luo Emperor called out.

Dai Mobai stirred, yet merely shifted into a more comfortable position, failing to hear the Star Luo Emperor's voice at all.

"Mobai."

The Star Luo Emperor's voice grew heavier by a fraction, though his expression remained as calm as ever, long since accustomed to it.

"Mn—"

Dai Mobai was finally awakened.

"Has the morning court ended?"

After stretching lazily, he opened his eyes.

They turned out to be a pair of odd eyes, one pale gold and the other blood-red.

"Mubai is here to impeach you."

The Star Luo Emperor withdrew his gaze.

"Ah, it's the Third Prince."

Dai Mobai turned and sat sideways on the carved wooden chair, his gaze looking down from above.

Clearly it was the most ordinary of titles, yet coupled with his movements and demeanor, it inexplicably carried an unparagoned disdain.

Meeting Dai Mobai's gaze, Dai Mubai felt a trace of panic rise inexplicably in his heart.

Both of them were princes, but at this moment he was kneeling while Dai Mobai was seated, and he actually had the feeling of facing the Star Luo Emperor.

Subconsciously dodging Dai Mobai's gaze, Dai Mubai's wildly pounding heart finally grew steady.

Go ahead and be smug! I will definitely make you pay a price!

Humiliation and jealousy transformed into fury, surging within Dai Mubai's heart. He no longer looked at Dai Mobai's face, instead turning to face the Star Luo Emperor as he heavily knocked his head against the floor.

"I beg Your Imperial Father to grant justice for your son!"

Having finished these words, Dai Mubai did not raise his head.

It was as if he meant that if the Star Luo Emperor did not help him, he would not get up.

"I fell asleep just now and didn't hear, what justice do you want Your Imperial Father to grant you?"

Dai Mobai stood up, working out his slightly numb body from sleep.

"Dai Mobai! It wasn't enough that you snatched Zhu Zhuyun three years ago, and now you actually refuse to spare even Zhu Zhuqing? Do you really think that since you are already the Star Luo Crown Prince, you can do whatever you want?!"

Dai Mubai snapped his head up, his flushed forehead pointing directly at Dai Mobai.

"What—did you call me?"

In Dai Mubai's eyes, the figure of Dai Mobai enlarged bit by bit, finally stopping in front of him.

"Dai Mobai, you—"

Before Dai Mubai could finish his words, Dai Mobai's raised palm already landed on his face.

The crisp slap echoed through the grand hall, exceptionally clear.

"This slap is to teach you some manners and remind you about respect and humility. To address your imperial elder brother by his first name, was your head knocked silly just now?"

Dai Mobai leisurely straightened his sleeves, his expression as usual.

Meanwhile, one by one, the officials in the court changed expression, collectively looking toward the Star Luo Emperor on the dragon throne.

Though they were already accustomed to the insect-jar-like imperial succession struggles of the Star Luo Empire, this kind of public face-slapping was a first.

On the dragon throne, the Star Luo Emperor remained calm and unruffled, seeming to have truly transformed into a statue.

"You actually dare—"

"Dai Mobai! I want you to die!"

"Roar—"

Dai Mubai's eyes flooded with blood, his angry shout transforming into a roar.

Vast white light covered his body, and his muscles expanded at extreme speed.

Yellow, yellow, purple!

Three soul rings rotated regularly at Dai Mubai's feet, illuminating the officials' varied expressions.

Even the previously calm Star Luo Emperor flashed a hint of strangeness in his eyes upon seeing that purple soul ring at Dai Mubai's feet.

"Third Soul Skill! White Tiger— Vajra Transformation!"

Dai Mubai's roar resounded through the grand hall, and his already majestic body expanded once more.

His tiger paws grew a size larger, and his sharp claws turned a bright silvery color.

The originally vast white light receded; Dai Mubai's entire body was covered by a strong golden light, and his eyes completely turned blood-red.

Although his soul power level remained unchanged, still at level thirty-two, his aura had already surged past level thirty-five.

"Give me—"

Dai Mubai bent his legs slightly and sprang up.

The marble-paved ground beneath his feet instantly cracked, gravel flying in all directions.

"Die!!!"

With a ferocious expression, Dai Mubai's tiger claws tore through the air, whistling as they slashed toward Dai Mobai's neck.

Before contact, a few strands of golden hair at Dai Mobai's temples were cut off at the root, turning into tiny fragments before they even hit the ground.

Dai Mobai's expression didn't change, nor did he blink.

He merely lazily extended his right hand horizontally in front of him, seeming to want to block Dai Mubai's attack.

You want to block my attack with mere arms? Wishful thinking! I'll hack off your right arm first, then sever your head!

Thinking this in his heart, Dai Mubai increased the speed of his swinging right arm even further.

He couldn't wait to see the scene of Dai Mobai's blood splashing on the spot.

Five inches... three inches... one inch!

With only an inch of distance remaining, Dai Mubai would be able to shear off Dai Mobai's right arm.

But right at this moment, rising blood flames covered Dai Mobai's right arm, also illuminating Dai Mobai's grinning face.

The bright silvery blade sliced into Dai Mobai's blood-flame-engulfed arm.

The blade, capable of shredding thirty-centimeter-thick steel plates, was stuck on Dai Mobai's bone.

"All thunder and no rain."

The corners of Dai Mobai's lips curled up, his blood-moon-like right pupil reflecting Dai Mubai's frozen expression.

Blood flames surged, instantly enveloping Dai Mobai's arm.

His arm did not transform into a tiger claw like Dai Mubai's; it still maintained the appearance of a hand, except his nails turned black, extending outward by three to five centimeters.

His originally light-golden shoulder-length hair grew wildly, turning pitch-black the moment it reached the level of Dai Mubai's soles, fluttering like flames.

Lifting his right arm, Dai Mubai only felt a mighty force surge up, and his entire body was uncontrollably flung outward.

At the same time, Dai Mobai, under Martial Soul Possession, acted as though he couldn't feel the bloody wound on his right arm, leaping up and heading straight for Dai Mubai.