Dai Mubai was scared out of his wits after being kicked away, so terrified that he forgot all about the pain.
He was certain that Lu Shiyuan had genuinely intended to kill him just now.
Dai Mubai did not know whether Lu Shiyuan had the nerve to take his severed head to the Star Luo Empire and demand answers, but he was certain that if he kept running his mouth, he would never see tomorrow's sun.
Worse still, no one in the entire academy could stop Lu Shiyuan.
Even before obtaining his fifth Soul Ring, Lu Shiyuan had been able to go head-to-head with Zhao Wuji after he activated his Martial Soul Avatar.
Now that he had obtained his fifth Soul Ring, killing Dai Mubai would take nothing more than a flick of his hand.
As for whether the Star Luo Empire would make a grand show of avenging him after his death for the sake of the royal family's supposed dignity, Dai Mubai could not care less.
How could he care about anything once he was dead?
He was a prince, the illustrious second in line to the throne of the Star Luo Empire. Even if he lost the struggle for the throne, he could still live far more comfortably than the vast majority of ordinary people.
At worst, he could simply never return to the Star Luo Empire. As a Soul Master, where could he possibly go and fail to earn a meal?
Losing his life here would be a loss so disastrous it would reach all the way to his grandmother's doorstep.
And so, something happened that left Ma Hongjun utterly dumbfounded. Dai Mubai, who normally challenged heaven and earth and believed himself supreme above and below, actually cowered in a corner like a rat in a