The scene is set in a secluded corner of the Xingluo Royal Garden.
Five-year-old Dai Mubai, dressed in a simple black outfit, was sitting cross-legged on a blue stone, adjusting his breathing.
Although his face was still quite young, there was already a hint of heroic spirit between his brows that made people afraid to look directly at him.
Just then.
A flurry of footsteps broke the tranquility of the garden.
"Hey, isn't this my dear younger brother?"
A slightly shrill voice rang out.
The scene changes.
A group of richly dressed young men walked over.
The leader was about eleven or twelve years old. He was quite handsome, but his more mature eyes revealed an undisguised sinister arrogance.
It was Davis!
At this time, although Davis had not yet fully grown up, as the eldest son of the king, he already had a very arrogant demeanor.
Behind him followed several members of the royal collateral branches, each with their noses in the air, looking at Dai Mubai sitting cross-legged on the rock with mocking expressions.
"What? You don't even bow to your elder brother?"
Davis walked up to the bluestone and looked down at his younger brother, who was much shorter than him.
He had disliked his younger brother for a long time.
The emperor was so concerned about his younger brother that he even made an exception and allowed him to enter the armory at the age of three.
This made him, the eldest son of the emperor, feel an unprecedented threat.
Today, he's here to cause trouble.
We need to teach this so-called "genius" a lesson in this secluded place, and let him know who the future master of the Star Luo Empire is.
On the blue stone.
Xiao Dai Mubai slowly opened his eyes.
Those double pupils were calm and still, without any fluctuation of emotion.
He glanced at Davis briefly before getting up to leave.
This dismissive attitude instantly enraged Davis.
"stop!"
Davis stepped forward, blocking his path.
A cruel smile played on his lips as he pointed to the ground:
Did I tell you to leave?
"Since you don't know the rules, then as your older brother, I'll teach you properly."
"Kneel down."
"Kneel down before your elder brother and admit your mistake, and we'll consider this matter over."
"otherwise..."
Davis clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, and the fluctuations of his soul power were faintly visible.
"Even if you are the emperor's favorite prince, you will suffer today!"
...
The Dark World.
Seeing this, the atmosphere, which had been somewhat somber due to the "Fist of Emptiness," instantly became lively.
"Davis!"
Inside the Tiandou camp, someone recognized the boy.
"This is Davis, the eldest prince of Xingluo!"
"Judging by his age, he must be eleven or twelve years old, right?"
"Tsk tsk, this is going to be good."
"That Little White Emperor is powerful, what kind of fist techniques can a three-year-old learn, but he hasn't awakened his martial spirit yet, right?"
"Yeah, a five-year-old beating a twelve-year-old? Isn't that ridiculous?"
The soldiers whispered among themselves, their tone tinged with schadenfreude.
That little white emperor just now performed so perfectly, so perfectly that they, the ordinary people, were jealous.
Now that everyone sees him about to suffer a setback, they feel much more at ease.
In the center of the crowd.
Dai Mubai looked at Davis in the sky with a complicated expression.
He knew this older brother all too well.
This has been his nightmare since he was a child.
"When I was five years old..."
Dai Mubai recalled the past, his face turning somewhat pale:
"At that time, Davis had already awakened his martial soul, I think it was either level seven or eight innate soul power?"
"By the age of eleven or twelve, his soul power will definitely exceed level fifteen!"
At this point, Dai Mubai seemed to have found his confidence, and his voice rose a few decibels:
"Soul Masters and ordinary people are two different species!"
"No matter how much I train my body in that white world, without the support of soul power, I'm just a stronger ant."
"A level 15 Soul Master is someone who truly possesses Soul Rings and can use Soul Skills!"
"He's doomed to lose this battle!"
Dai Mubai said firmly.
He had to say that.
Because if you don't say it, it's like admitting that your five-year-old self was braver than you are now.
Yu Xiaogang, who was standing to the side, finally recovered from the shadow of being "slapped in the face" earlier.
With his hands behind his back, confidence and wisdom returned to his once-stiff master's face.
"Mu Bai is right."
Yu Xiaogang nodded, his gaze sweeping across the room, and began his "authoritative" analysis:
"Based on my theory of the ten core competencies of martial spirits."
"The first spirit ring provides a huge boost to a spirit master's physical attributes."
"A Soul Master with a hundred-year-old Soul Ring possesses strength, speed, and reaction ability that far exceed those of an ordinary person by several times."
"That child from the white world, although he practiced some strange boxing techniques, he was only five years old."
"The body hasn't fully developed yet, and the bones haven't closed up."
"Facing a Soul Master who has awakened his Martial Soul for many years and possesses his first Soul Ring."
"Win rate..."
Yu Xiaogang held up one finger and waved it in the air, his tone firm:
"It is zero."
"This is an objective law, an iron law that is independent of human will."
Tang San stood to the side and nodded slightly.
As a time traveler, he understood the difference between having internal energy and not having internal energy.
Although the Little White Emperor could create air bursts, in his opinion, it was more due to some kind of power exertion technique.
Soul power, on the other hand, is an all-round improvement.
"It is indeed very difficult."
Tang San rationally commented:
"The disparity in strength is too great."
"If I were the White Emperor, the best choice now would be to endure humiliation and bear the burden, even if it meant kneeling down. As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn."
"A head-on confrontation will only result in a worse beating."
...
White world.
Unlike the pessimistic outlook of the underworld.
All the major powers here are waiting with anticipation.
Inside the Spirit Hall, in the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong gracefully swirled the red wine in her glass, her beautiful eyes fixed on the sky.
"A five-year-old versus a twelve-year-old?"
"Hehe, this is interesting."
She wasn't worried.
Because of that look in his eyes.
The way that little guy looked at Davis wasn't at all like he was looking at an invincible enemy.
Instead, they were watching... a barking stray dog.
Poseidon Island.
Poseidon stood atop the waves, the sea breeze ruffling her long hair.
"Let me see how the so-called God Emperor faced provocation in his childhood."
She was very curious.
What kind of confidence does an emperor with no divine lineage, who has fought his way to the top, possess?
...
Starry Palace.
"That Davis is asking for it!"
Xiao Wu stomped her feet in anger, and her two rabbit ears stood up straight:
"How dare you make Brother Mu Bai kneel down!"
"If it were me, I would have given him an eight-part throw, so badly that his own mother wouldn't recognize him!"
Ning Rongrong also looked indignant:
"that is!"
"What kind of skill is it to bully others just because you're old?"
(End of chapter)