"Father said that it is the fist technique of the gods, which mortals cannot possibly master!"
"Even more so when it's incomplete!"
At this point, Dai Mubai, as if he had seized upon something, pointed at the sky and shouted:
"It's fake! It's absolutely fake!"
"Their meridians aren't even as thick as a hair, how could they possibly withstand such domineering power?"
"This is an illusion!"
"This is a deception deliberately created by the sky curtain to attract attention!"
"..."
Upon hearing Dai Mubai's explanation...
Tang San and Yu Xiaogang exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of relief in each other's eyes.
I see.
He's mastered a forbidden technique that even a Title Douluo couldn't cultivate?
What is this if not utter nonsense?
"I knew it!"
Yu Xiaogang breathed a sigh of relief, regained his confidence, and sneered:
"So it was all just a charade."
"It seems that this so-called white world is nothing special after all."
"To elevate themselves, they're even capable of telling such illogical lies."
Tang San also shook his head slightly:
"Too much of a good thing is bad."
The Shrek members all breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as they prove the canopy is fake, then they haven't yet.
However.
Is it really fake?
Those who truly stand at the pinnacle of the continent have a completely different reaction at this moment.
Wuhun City, Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong, dressed in a magnificent papal robe, sat languidly on the throne.
But at this moment.
Her pale purple eyes, however, flickered with surprise and uncertainty.
"The fist strikes the void..."
Bibi Dong parted her red lips slightly, her voice clear and cold:
"The ultimate technique that old ghost from the Star Luo royal family once boasted about?"
"A move that even Sendo-ryu wouldn't dare to take head-on."
"Someone actually managed to master it?"
What she cared about was that, through that canopy, she actually felt a fist intent that made even her martial spirit tremble!
If it's fake, how could it possibly simulate the atmosphere so perfectly?
"This Baidi... is quite interesting."
A hint of unprecedented seriousness flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.
...
In the shrine, before the statue of the angel.
Qian Daoliu was kneeling before the statue of the god and praying.
Sudden.
The statue shone brightly.
A majestic and sacred voice exploded directly in his mind:
"That world..."
Qian Daoliu was terrified and immediately prostrated himself on the ground:
"My Lord Angel? You mean..."
The angel's voice carried a hint of shock that even a god could not conceal:
"The intent behind that child's punch resonated with the laws of the plane."
"That's real."
"This means... his potential is immeasurable!"
Upon hearing this...
Qian Daoliu trembled violently.
If what God said is true.
Was everything that happened on the screen real?
Mastered a forbidden technique?!
Just what kind of monster is Dai Mubai from this white world?!
...
On the other side.
In a secluded valley.
Tang Hao looked at the sky, and the huge Haotian Hammer in his hand trembled slightly.
"The Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique was no match for his punch..."
"It's like a child's game."
Tang Hao's weathered face was etched with defeat.
The power he was so proud of now seemed utterly ridiculous.
...
On Poseidon Island, Poseidon stands before the Temple of Poseidon.
The sea breeze blew through her red robe.
She gazed at the enormous screen of light in the sky, her eyes, which seemed to contain an endless ocean, revealing a deep sense of curiosity and anticipation.
"Fist shatters the void..."
"Even Tang Chen back then never possessed such pure domineering power."
"The king of another world?"
"I really want to... see you."
...
A white world, a star-studded imperial palace.
Inside the main hall, a faint scent of ambergris permeated the air.
The stunning beauties were still reeling from the shocking punch that had just landed in the sky.
Zhu Zhuqing's cool eyes were now filled with tenderness as she clung tightly to Dai Mubai's side, wishing she could melt her whole body into his embrace.
Although Qian Renxue was proud, at this moment, the way she looked at the man beside her showed a hint of respect that was rarely seen on her face.
Ning Rongrong, unable to contain herself any longer, moved closer to Dai Mubai, her big eyes blinking.
"Your Majesty, you are amazing!"
"If word got out that it could shatter the void, those old guys in the God Realm would probably be too scared to sleep."
As Ning Rongrong spoke, she reached out her little hand and poked his firm chest.
It has a hard texture and is full of explosive power.
Dai Mubai leaned back on the large dragon throne, resting his chin on one hand, looking languid.
He looked at the beautiful women around him, their eyes sparkling with spring-like beauty, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
That smile carried a hint of wickedness and a touch of domineering arrogance.
"You think that's impressive?"
Dai Mubai reached out and pulled Ning Rongrong's slender waist into his arms.
Ning Rongrong gasped and fell onto his lap.
Her pretty face instantly flushed red.
"His Majesty..."
Dai Mubai lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down Ning Rongrong's spine.
"I have even more impressive skills, don't you know that, my beloved consort?"
Upon hearing this, the women present were momentarily stunned.
Immediately, I understood.
Zhu Zhuqing was shy, so she lowered her head even further, her ears turning bright red.
Qian Renxue spat lightly and turned her head away, but her slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed her inner shyness.
"Your Majesty, you are so wicked!"
Ning Rongrong squirmed in his arms, gently punching his chest with her small fist, her voice so soft and sweet it could melt your heart:
"It's broad daylight, not even night yet, and you're already talking about these inappropriate things."
Dai Mubai laughed and gave Ning Rongrong's pert buttocks a slap without any politeness.
The crisp sound echoed throughout the hall.
"Moreover, I am the White Emperor of Heaven, and this world belongs to me. I can destroy it whenever I want."
After saying that, he turned to look at Qian Renxue, who was pretending to be calm, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Xue'er, don't you think so?"
Qian Renxue felt that extremely aggressive gaze and her body stiffened slightly.
She bit her lower lip, turned around, and glared fiercely at Dai Mubai, but it had no intimidating effect; instead, it seemed more like she was being coquettish.
"lecher."
Despite saying that, her body language betrayed her by moving closer to Dai Mubai.
This is Dai Mubai from the White World.
To outsiders, he was a ruthless and cold-blooded emperor, decisive in killing and suppressing his contemporaries.
Domestically, he was a charming and dashing lover who kept these proud and arrogant young women completely at ease.
...
Just then, the images on the sky changed again.
The previously warm and romantic atmosphere was broken, and everyone's attention was once again focused on the sky.
Time flies by in the scene.
The small figure practicing boxing in the training ground gradually grew taller through the monotonous training day after day.
(End of chapter)