Dai Mubai sank half his body into the sofa and said with perfect ease, "Xiao San, have you already guessed something?"
"What do you think, Your Highness? Other than royalty, I really can't imagine any family whose internal competition would be so fierce that brothers would have to kill one another."
"When you spoke of inheriting the family, you meant inheriting the throne, didn't you? After all, I remember you saying back then that you would make me your imperial preceptor."
Tang San smiled and answered with a pointed question.
"Hahaha, just what I'd expect from you. That's right, I'm the Third Prince of the Star Luo Empire. And Dai Weisi, whom we defeated today, is my eldest brother. His strength, talent, and age all make him first in line to the throne."
"Although what I said before was a little exaggerated. If I lose the competition, I might not necessarily die, but my soul power will certainly be crippled. Then I'll be exiled to some remote place and confined there for the rest of my life."
Dai Mubai spoke calmly.
In the past, he had been deeply worried that losing the competition would mean having his soul power crippled and being exiled to some godforsaken dump where birds wouldn't even lay eggs, without a single girl to fool around with.
That was not the sort of life Dai Mubai wanted.
After all, he had experienced what "life in hell" was like in his earlier years.
If he really had to live like that, Dai Mubai would rather kill himself.
Tang San frowned slightly and asked, "How is that any different from dying? Is royalty really that cruel?"
A cold sneer appeared at the corner of Dai Mubai's mouth. "You're not royalty, so you don't understand how complicated it is.