The Coward's Mask!

In just a few days, hundreds of "ceremony invitations" bearing Spirit Hall's Dark-Gold Pope Seal flew to every corner of Douluo Continent like death warrants from the Grim Reaper.

Star Luo Empire, imperial palace main hall.

The atmosphere within the hall was oppressive.

The Xing Luo Empire emperor sat upon the high imperial throne, his hand gripping the gold-stamped viewing invitation so tightly that his face turned ashen.

Not only did the invitation list the names for execution, but it also explicitly demanded that the Xing Luo Empire send the third prince, Dai Mubai, as a viewing envoy to Spirit City in person!

If they refused, the day the ceremony ended would be the day an army stood at their gates.

"Mubai."

The Xing Luo Emperor took a deep breath, his voice carrying the ruthlessness and helplessness of a ruler:

"Spirit Hall silently uprooted even the Clear Sky Sect. Its strength is no longer something Xing Luo can contend with. They specifically named you... for the Empire's survival, go to Spirit City with the delegation in half a month."

In the center of the hall, Dai Mubai's face instantly turned deathly pale.

Of course, he knew what that invitation meant.

Spirit Hall intended to execute Oscar and Ma Hongjun. They had specifically demanded his presence—how was that any different from sending him to his death?

Dai Mubai's body trembled faintly, but he forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart. Taking a deep breath, he put on a grief-stricken expression of selfless concern for the greater good and dropped to one knee before the Xing Luo Emperor.

"Father, this son is not afraid to die. But if I go to Spirit City and Spirit Hall detains me, where will the dignity of the Star Luo Empire's royal family be?"

Dai Mubai