Entering the Star Luo Empire, a New City

A few days later.

The three of them entered the streets of a new city, planning to switch carriages before continuing onward.

Over the past three days, they had already changed carriages four times. They even slept in the carriage at night, all to save time.

There was no helping it.

Dai Mubai did not know where the Breaking Clan was located, so he could only head to Dragon Pass City and ask the Defense Clan.

The cities of the Star Luo Empire differed somewhat from those of the Heaven Dou Empire. They were more solemn and imposing, and the city walls bore scars left behind by battle.

Rather than finding those marks unsightly, the people here took pride in them.

After leaving the carriage dealership.

Dai Mubai looked up and saw an auction house ahead. It was currently conducting a lively promotional campaign.

Tonight, the annual Star Luo Auction would be grandly held.

Looking at the auction house's advertisements, Dai Mubai could not help but ponder.

According to the usual tropes, protagonists blessed with absurdly good fortune could always pick up some incredible bargain at places like auction houses.

He wondered whether he might have such luck.

Dai Mubai silently mused.

Su Xiong beside him noticed this scene.

Seeing Dai Mubai's gaze linger on the auction house, Su Xiong assumed he wanted to attend the auction.

He simply suggested, "Your Highness, how about we rest here today? We can attend the auction while we're at it."

Dai Mubai immediately came back to his senses.

He had wanted to keep traveling.

After all...

Time waited for no one.

The sooner he found Yang Wudi, the sooner he could obtain the Immortal Herb.

Then his strength could improve faster.

However, when Dai Mubai turned back and saw Zhu Zhuqing's exhausted face and the dark circles beneath her eyes.

They had spent three days sleeping in the carriage, so naturally they had not rested well.

He himself was also covered in dust from the journey. After giving it some thought, he decided they should rest here first.

"Fine. We've been traveling for days. We should get some rest. Constantly rushing onward isn't a solution."

Dai Mubai nodded. "But forget the auction. I'm not interested in that sort of thing, and I don't have that much money right now."

Although tens of thousands of Gold Soul Coins was a lot.

It would still be difficult to bid on any true treasures at an auction.

He did not believe he would definitely stumble across a bargain.

"Still, I'm rather interested in the Spirit Arena. I haven't fought since becoming a Soul Ancestor."

Dai Mubai suddenly brought this up.

"That... works too."

Su Xiong nodded. In his mind, Dai Mubai probably had not experienced much actual combat either.

It would be good for him to get some practice.

Before long, the three of them arrived at the Great Soul Arena.

The Great Soul Arena had always been a bustling place.

It was not merely a place where Battle Spirit Masters fought and trained.

It was also a form of entertainment for many nobles and even commoners.

They came to watch Spirit Masters fight.

It was much like the gladiatorial arenas of Ancient Rome.

In a world where strength reigned supreme, such entertainment was perfectly normal.

The moment they entered, they saw that the place was packed with people.

Some stood in long lines to register.

Others discussed today's matches.

Zhu Zhuqing also intended to train herself, so she registered for a Soul Grandmaster duel.

Dai Mubai, meanwhile, planned to register directly for a Death Match.

Only in a Death Match could one unleash enormous potential and strength.

That sort of insight could not compare to anything gained under ordinary circumstances.

When Su Xiong saw Dai Mubai tell the registration clerk that he wanted to sign up for a Death Match.

He immediately became anxious.

"Your... Young Master, don't sign up for a Death Match. A normal duel will do."

Su Xiong hurriedly tried to dissuade him. "You have to understand, the Great Soul Arena's rules mean that even if you're Level 43, as long as you're a Soul Ancestor, you can still be matched against a Level 49 Soul Ancestor."

"It's fine. Register me for the Death Match."

Dai Mubai looked at the registration clerk.

The clerk hesitated somewhat.

In truth, after working this position for many years, he could tell at a glance that there was something off about this group of three.

More precisely, they were not suited for a Death Match.

However, the Great Soul Arena respected the participant's wishes, so he quickly registered Dai Mubai for the Death Match.

"Then what will your alias be?"

The man asked.

"Hand of Asura."

Dai Mubai thought for a moment before answering.

Using the name of one's Martial Soul as an alias—wasn't that idiotic?

People would know what your Martial Soul was the moment they heard it.

This was the Star Luo Empire. The Evil Eye White Tiger was the most famous Martial Soul here. No one would dare use that name as an alias.

"Very well."

Before long, the registration process was complete.

The clerk glanced at them, exchanged a few words with a colleague, then hurried away.

"Your Highness, you were too reckless."

Su Xiong hurried over to Dai Mubai and reproached him.

But the die had already been cast. Whatever Su Xiong said now was useless.

"Mubai."

Zhu Zhuqing took Dai Mubai's hand.

She was somewhat worried about him.

Still, no matter what, she believed Dai Mubai would not do anything without confidence.

Su Xiong sighed beside them.

They might as well have gone to the auction.

If His Highness truly faced mortal danger later...

Then no matter what, even if he had to break the Great Soul Arena's rules, he would definitely save His Highness!

Dai Mubai, however, was completely unruffled.

He had an invincible soul skill in his possession.

Against these Soul Ancestors, even if his opponent won, they would not be able to kill him.

A Death Match merely meant life and death were one's own responsibility. It did not mean one person had to die.

Inside a lavish office at the Great Soul Arena.

A man dressed in an attendant's uniform entered the room.

"Manager!"

The man who had previously registered Dai Mubai hurried over to the Great Soul Arena's manager and said, "A young master who seems to be a Soul Ancestor has come to our Great Soul Arena to participate in a Death Match!"

"And he seems to have a rather powerful attendant, possibly a Soul Saint.

"Hmm?"

The manager immediately frowned upon hearing this.

"Which family's spoiled heir is this... daring to come to my Great Soul Arena for amusement?"

"Hmph... but never mind a Soul Saint. Even if a Soul Douluo came, they still couldn't break the Great Soul Arena's rules! Go have someone keep a close eye on them."

After thinking for a moment, the manager gave his orders.

What else could a young master with a Soul Saint guard do besides enter a Death Match? If something happened, it would serve him right.

Heh.

On the Duel Stage.

It was soon Dai Mubai's turn in the Death Match.

Dai Mubai stepped onto the Duel Stage as cheers rose and fell all around him.

At that moment, his opponent also walked up.

"For this match, Level 49 Soul Ancestor Niu Dali will face Level 43 Soul Ancestor, Hand of Asura!"

Upon hearing his opponent's alias, Dai Mubai was somewhat dumbfounded.

He had actually used his own name as an alias.

How tacky.

He looked at the man across from him.

He was quite tall and burly, with an honest, simple-looking face.

It was difficult to imagine someone like him appearing on a Death Match stage.

The way he spoke also matched his appearance.

"Hello, my name is Niu Dali. My Martial Soul is the Blood Ox."

Niu Dali spoke apologetically. "I didn't know the Great Soul Arena would arrange an opponent like you for me. I'm sorry, but you might lose."

"Of course, I'll hold back. I definitely won't let you die."

Niu Dali looked utterly honest. "I can't help it either. I came to participate in a Death Match to save someone. I have to win. If I accidentally hurt you, I'll apologize in advance."