Hei Dai Mubai, who had just woken up, looked at himself in the sky, surrounded by women on both sides, and then looked at Bai Dai Mubai, who was throwing punches in the heavy rain.
His face contorted instantly.
Envy.
A maddening jealousy, like a venomous snake, gnawed at his heart.
He slammed his fist into the ground, his eyes bloodshot.
"Stop pretending!"
"It's all an act! This is definitely a show put on for us!"
"I am a prince, why should I suffer like this?"
"He's a madman! This kind of training will ruin him sooner or later!"
However, no one paid attention to his impotent rage.
The gazes cast around him were filled with deep contempt and pity.
...
The aerial footage continues to advance.
Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, Dai Mubai of the White World is already twelve years old.
That year, in the Star Luo Palace.
At twelve years old, Dai Mubai stood tall and straight like a pine tree. Although his face still looked childish, his calm demeanor already showed signs of becoming an emperor.
He stood in the center of the hall, facing his father, the emperor, and knelt on one knee.
"Father."
"Your subject requests permission to go to the border army for training."
These words shocked the entire court.
A twelve-year-old prince is going to the border?
That place is a real meat grinder, the front line where the Star Luo and Heaven Dou kingdoms clash.
Emperor Xingluo frowned slightly.
"Mu Bai, you are still young."
"Although you are exceptionally talented, on the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes."
"If you wish to gain experience, I can arrange for you to go to the Royal Hunting Grounds."
Dai Mubai raised his head.
A dazzling light shone in those double pupils.
"Father."
"Flowers in a greenhouse will never grow into towering trees."
"I am a white tiger, not a house cat."
"Without experiencing the baptism of blood, how can one stand firm in this dog-eat-dog world? How can one shoulder the heavy responsibility for the future of Xingluo?"
"Besides..."
Soul power surged within Dai Mubai.
And the fluctuation of that soul power had already reached an astonishing level—
Level 37!
"Your subject now possesses thirty-seven levels of soul power."
"We are safe and sound."
boom!
This time, it's not just the White World's court that's affected.
The underworld was in complete uproar.
Countless Soul Masters rubbed their eyes, thinking they were seeing things.
"What level?"
"Level 37??"
"Did I hear that right? He's only twelve years old!"
"Twelve years old, level thirty-seven? What kind of monster is that?"
Shrek Academy.
Yu Xiaogang was drinking water when he heard this level, and he immediately spat it out.
He stared intently at the three spirit rings on the sky, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
"impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
"Based on the golden age and growth curve of Soul Master cultivation, reaching level 20 or above at the age of twelve is already considered genius."
"Like Xiao San and Xiao Wu, they reached level 29 at the age of twelve, which is already top-tier talent."
"Level 37? That completely defies common sense!"
"Even someone with innate full soul power couldn't cultivate this fast at this age!"
Yu Xiaogang felt that his worldview was collapsing.
His theory seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.
Tang San also looked stunned.
Looking at the boy who was even younger than himself, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Twelve years old, level thirty-seven.
This was not only a crushing defeat due to his talent, but also a merciless mockery of the cultivation speed he had been so proud of all along.
"Level 37..."
Tang San muttered to himself.
"If I met him at that age, I probably wouldn't even be able to withstand one of his moves."
Spirit Hall.
Inside the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong, who was sitting high on the papal throne, instantly lost her languid demeanor.
Her fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the scepter, a hint of apprehension flashing in her beautiful eyes.
"Twelve years old, level thirty-seven Soul Master."
"If this child grows up, he will surely become a great threat."
"The Star Luo Empire has actually produced such a prodigy."
Even Qian Daoliu in the Hall of Worship was slightly moved when he looked at the sky.
"Such talent, even Xue'er back then..."
...
In the celestial display.
Emperor Xingluo looked at his stubborn son and remained silent for a long time.
Finally, he laughed three times and granted permission.
However.
The tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease.
News of Dai Mubai's journey to the border quickly reached the ears of the eldest prince, Davis.
Davis at this point was no longer the arrogant man he once was.
Since being instantly killed in that battle, he has worked even harder, but he is afraid as he watches his younger brother's level skyrocket.
Fear breeds evil thoughts.
The scene changes.
On the only road leading to the border.
This is a dense, dark forest, rarely visited by humans.
A horse-drawn carriage without any markings is speeding along.
Sudden.
"Whoosh!"
A poisoned arrow, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, instantly pierced through the horses pulling the cart.
The carriage overturned suddenly.
A dark shadow fell silently from the treetop.
The man was completely covered in black, with only his sinister eyes showing.
The four spirit rings on his body pulsed.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple.
Level 42 Agility-based Battle Soul Master!
"Your Highness."
The man in black had a hoarse voice and held two black daggers in his hands.
"Someone doesn't want you to make it to the border alive."
"If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for being too outstanding and blocking other people's way."
The audience in the dark world felt a chill run down their spines.
Although they knew Dai Mubai was very strong, their opponent was, after all, a Soul Master of level 40 or so!
And he's an assassin with extensive combat experience!
A twelve-year-old reaching level 40 or higher?
That's a huge leap!
Upon seeing this scene, Hei Dai Mubai's eyes instantly flashed with a look of pleasure.
He cursed wildly in his heart:
"die!"
"Die!"
"Kill this pretentious bastard!"
"What's the use of a high level? Real combat is the key! How could a hothouse flower like you possibly beat a professional assassin!"
However.
Amidst the ruins.
Dai Mubai slowly walked out of the White World.
He dusted himself off, his face showing no sign of panic, but rather a hint of dejection.
"They only sent one Soul Master?"
"It seems that my good older brother underestimated me too much."
The man in black gave a cold laugh.
"Arrogant brat!"
"Killing you is enough!"
Fourth Soul Skill: Netherworld Ghost Shadow Kill!
The man in black instantly became a blur, moving at incredible speed, leaving only streaks of black air in his wake.
That was a full-force attack from a fourth-ring expert!
Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!
Strike straight for Dai Mubai's throat!
Many timid girls in the underworld have already covered their eyes.
But in the next second...
There was no bloodshed as expected.
In the scene, Dai Mubai stands still, not even fully releasing his martial spirit.
He simply turned slightly to the side.
The movement, though seemingly slow, was precisely timed to evade the man in black's deadly strike.
"Too slow."
Dai Mubai's voice rang out calmly.
Immediately afterwards.
In the instant when the man in black had exhausted his old strength and had not yet generated new strength.
Dai Mubai's right hand suddenly shot out.
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