Zhu Zhuqing's pale fingers flicked. A letter shot into the air, scarlet wax seal glittering.
Dai Mubai snatched it. Seconds later, his heart froze.
Marriage termination contract. Signed, sealed by the Star Luo royal crest.
It was irrefutable. He had become the third annulled prince in empire history. Humiliation worse than death.
His lips cracked. "No… no, impossible…"
"Move aside already," Lucien's lazy drawl cut him. "Kitten's mine now. Want another beating?"
"LU YUAN!!" Dai Mubai's roar shook with disbelief, grief, and rage. His white hair whipped. His entire body trembled. Without Zhu Zhuqing, I'm already dead — no throne, no status, nothing!
Roofs cracked as more footsteps landed. Tang San and company assembled: Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Xiao Wu.
"Boss Dai, what's happening?"
Mubai gasped like a bellows. "Brothers… with me. No matter what, today we fight him!"
Tang San's violet pupils narrowed. He had never stomached Lucien's existence — always humiliating them, always flaunting his wine-sword chaos.
"Tang Sect's Creed, fifth of the Xuantian Baolu," he intoned coldly. "A disciple does not provoke conflict. But if provoked — strike back without mercy."
Fatty, Oscar, Xiao Wu echoed: "Boss Dai, we support you!"
The courtyard buzzed with whispers from other students.
"Are they crazy…?"
"Did Tyrone's beatdown teach nothing?"
"Mubai's ex already walked away — chasing her again? Pure dog licking!"
"…They're really going to provoke Lu Yuan? They like being crushed?"
Lucien's eyes gleamed dark. He sheathed his jug with a sigh.
"So you wanna play too?" His long sword hissed free, dark fire licking its edge.
The crowd flinched.
Five-on-one formation snapped into place.
"White Tiger, possess!!" Dai Mubai swelled, White Tiger armor gleaming, muscles splitting cloth.
"Phoenix, possess!!" Fatty's scream birthed crimson wings, air rippling with heat.
"Daddy's Big Sausage!!" Oscar bellowed, sausage spirit in hand.
Blue Silver Grass rustled quietly from Tang San, weaving between their waists, making one body from five. Xiao Wu's pink eyes glimmered, charm radiance swirling.
"Boss Dai, Fatty!" Tang San barked.
At once, two roars soared up.
"White Tiger Vajra Transformation! White Tiger Barrier!" Mubai thickened with aura, then spat a condensed White Tiger Light Wave.
"Phoenix Wing Sky Strike! Phoenix Fireline!" Fatty's flames carved downward, red jetting against Mubai's white.
Twin streaks split the air — scarlet fire and ivory light, twisting into a spiral assault that ripped skyward… straight toward Lucien.
He smiled faintly.
"…So noisy."
Sword slid, black flame roaring.
The students around shivered, whispering instinctively what they all knew:
A five-man formation, Soul Sects united… aiming to burn through a mere Soul King?
Laughable.
Because this "Soul King" was Lucien.
And the sword of evil had already chosen to whisper again.
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