Dai Mubai's Cultivation is Crippled, Immersed in a Pig Cage!

"Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter! Is this what you call a top-tier beast Martial Soul?"

"Isn't that just a big cat with white fur?"

"Four energy rings? The aura is probably only equivalent to a Dou Zhe, right?"

"That's it? And you dare to run wild in the Misty Cloud Sect? You dare to harass the Sect Master and the Young Sect Master?"

Dai Mubai froze.

A big cat? A Dou Zhe?

"You bunch of blind fools, this is a White Tiger! The King of Beasts!" Humiliated and enraged, Dai Mubai immediately activated his third soul skill.

"Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

His body swelled once more, golden light flickered, and his aura surged violently as he lunged directly at Elder Ge Ye, who stood nearest to him looking like a steward, intending to make an example of him!

"Old man, get down!"

He unleashed a claw strike that could tear through rock and severely injure any soul master of the same rank.

Yet, Elder Ge Ye stood his ground without even lifting an eyelid, merely shaking his head in resignation. "Young people these days really have no idea how high the sky is or how deep the earth goes."

"Perhaps you are a tiger in your homeland, but here—"

"You don't even qualify as a sick cat."

As soon as he finished speaking, just as Dai Mubai's tiger claw was about to touch him, Ge Ye moved.

There were no flashy battle skills, nor did he activate any Dou Qi armor; he simply mobilized his Dou Shi-level Dou Qi and swung his hand in a slap.

Pa!

"Ah!!!"

Dai Mubai felt an irresistible, terrifying force slam into his face!

The defense of his White Tiger Vajra Transformation, which he took such pride in, shattered like tissue paper before that single slap!

A mouthful of teeth mixed with blood sprayed into the air!

His entire body spun like a high-speed top a dozen times in the air before crashing into the plaza floor with a boom, leaving a human-shaped crater!

Douluo Continent, Star Luo Empire Imperial Palace.

"No!!!"

The Emperor of Star Luo abruptly stood up from his dragon throne, his expression shifting through a spectrum of shock as he watched his son—who had been slapped away and left in an unknown state of life or death—on the light screen.

That was his son, the face of the Star Luo Empire!

The Evil-Eyed White Tiger Martial Soul was the pride of the Star Luo royal family for a thousand years, possessing the ability to challenge those of higher ranks, with a defense considered invincible among peers!

But now—

"One slap, it was merely one slap—"

The Star Luo Emperor collapsed back onto his throne, his voice trembling and his eyes vacant.

"That old man didn't even use his Martial Soul—oh no, he didn't even activate that so-called Dou Qi armor!"

"My son, my White Tiger Martial Soul, is he really just a sick cat in the eyes of those people?"

"It's over, the dignity of the Star Luo Empire has been completely swept into the dust—"

"Who will fear our Star Luo royal family from now on? Who will still fear our White Tiger Legion?"

Beside him, the Empress fainted on the spot.

As the citizens of the entire Star Luo Empire watched this scene, the sense of awe and reverence they held for the royal family vanished in that very moment.

Shrek Academy.

"Boss Dai!!"

Oscar was so frightened he fell onto his backside, dropping the sausage in his hand and shivering all over. "That was the White Tiger Vajra Transformation! It provides such a massive boost to defense and attack!"

"And he was just swatted away by an old man who looks like a steward?"

Tang San's expression was grave, and he even felt a sliver of relief.

Relief that it hadn't been him chosen for that encounter.

"That old man's physical strength is terrifying."

Tang San activated his Purple Demon Eye, staring fixedly at Ge Ye's palm, and said in a low voice, "He didn't use much energy; it was purely high-density Dou Qi reinforcing his physical body, breaking Boss Dai's defense with a single slap."

"The cultivation system of that world is an all-encompassing suppression from the inside out. Our soul power is too flimsy; it's like cotton colliding with steel."

In the corner, Zhu Zhuqing watched Dai Mubai lying in the crater like a dead dog, a complex emotion flashing through her eyes.

There was disgust, but even more so, a sense of liberation.

"Is this what you call the pride of a prince?"

"In the face of absolute power, you are nothing but a clown."

"You kept saying you would take me to the pinnacle of the world, yet at the very first stop, you've been beaten into the mud."

"Dai Mubai, you are truly disgusting."

Zhu Zhuqing turned and walked away, not sparing the screen another glance.

From this moment on, the fiancé in her heart was dead.

Misty Cloud Sect plaza.

"Cough, cough—pfft—"

Dai Mubai struggled to crawl out of the pit, half his face swollen like a pig's head. His evil eyes were now filled with terror, one large and one small, devoid of any of his previous arrogance.

"How is this possible? You—what is your level—"

He asked vaguely, his words whistling through the gaps in his teeth.

Elder Ge Ye stepped forward and stomped his foot onto Dai Mubai's head, forcing it back into the dirt. He said coldly, "I am Ge Ye, an executive elder of the Misty Cloud Sect, a Seven-Star Dou Shi."

"By your side's calculations, that's just a tiny bit higher than you."

"But it is more than enough to kill a lecherous tiger like you."

At this moment, Yun Yun spoke indifferently from the high platform.

Her voice was cold and detached, devoid of any worldly emotion, yet it pronounced Dai Mubai's fate: "As a person from another world, not only do you lack reverence, but you have also spoken insolently and harassed this seat and Yanran."

"With such a character, there is no use in keeping you."

"Ge Ye."

"Present!" Ge Ye replied respectfully.

"Since Yanran is going to the Xiao Clan to annul her engagement, she is already bringing gifts, so let us add one more."

Yun Yun glanced at Dai Mubai beneath her feet with disgust, as if looking at a pile of trash: "Abolish his cultivation and put him in chains."

"I hear that young master Xiao Yan of the Xiao Clan may be a cripple, but he happens to be missing a pet for amusement."

"This white tiger is quite a rare sight; send him to the Xiao Clan to serve as a watchdog."

"It will also show the world the consequences of disrespecting my Misty Cloud Sect."

Boom!

For the proud and arrogant Dai Mubai, these words were ten thousand times worse than death!

Abolish his cultivation to become a watchdog?

And to be gifted to that so-called trash, Xiao Yan?

"No! I am a prince! I am the heir to the Star Luo Empire! You cannot do this to me!!"

Dai Mubai roared hysterically, tears and snot streaming down his face as he struggled desperately.

But Ge Ye ignored his wailing. Dou Qi surged in his hand as he struck a fierce finger directly into Dai Mubai's Dantian!

"Pfft!"

The energy vortex shattered, and his soul power dissipated.

Dai Mubai rolled his eyes back and passed out completely.

Soon after, a thick iron chain was locked around his neck, and he was tossed like a dead dog into a cage behind the magnificent carriage.

The wheels rumbled, heading in the direction of Wutan City.

And everyone on the Douluo Continent, watching the once high-spirited and insufferably arrogant Young Master Dai now curled up in a cage like a dead dog with a chain around his neck, fell silent.

The people of the Star Luo Empire were silent.

The people of Shrek Academy were silent.

Everyone was silent.

In this higher-dimensional world, so-called imperial power, so-called nobility, and so-called martial spirits were worth absolutely nothing.

Battle Through the Heavens Plane, Jia Ma Empire, Wutan City.

This was a bustling border city; although it could not compare to the grandeur of the imperial capital, its architecture was taller and more rugged than that of Suotuo City on the Douluo Continent.

The passersby on the streets, even the peddlers and porters, had faint Dou Qi vortexes surging within their bodies.

On the main road leading to the Xiao Clan, a procession of carriages bearing the Cloud Sword Emblem of the Misty Cloud Sect was moving slowly.

Clatter, clatter—

The crisp sound of iron chains dragging along the ground felt completely out of place on the lively street.