He tried to stand on moral high ground to criticize the other party in order to cover up his own jealousy.
But no matter how much he cursed or yelled.
He knew.
I lost.
We lost completely.
Not only did he lose his strength and status, but even his dignity as a man was trampled underfoot by that naive version of himself.
"A good hand played terribly."
Someone outside said something.
The images on the celestial screen flowed.
White world, front-line camp.
The atmosphere at the Xingluo military camp was now completely different from before.
Although the towering flames had been extinguished, Dai Mubai's imposing aura burned ever brighter, like oil being poured over a raging fire.
Tens of thousands of soldiers stood solemnly on the drill ground.
There was no whispering, no slacking off; everyone's eyes were fixed on the blond boy on the platform.
Just now, Dai Mubai did something that made everyone's hearts pound, yet also their blood boil.
The supplies seized from Black Wind Valley were neither stored in warehouses nor transported back to the capital.
Boxes of gold soul coins were carried directly to the center of the training ground, and the lids were opened.
The golden light was almost dazzling in the sunlight.
Dai Mubai sat on a tiger-skin chair, idly playing with a gold coin in his hand.
"In the Battle of Black Wind Valley, the vanguard battalion suffered 137 casualties."
He spoke, his voice not loud, but it had a penetrating quality that clearly reached the entire room.
"The compensation for those who died in battle will be doubled. I, the commander, will distribute the money right now."
"Those who return alive will each receive a reward of one hundred gold coins."
After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.
Immediately following was a deafening roar of gratitude.
In the Star Luo Empire's army, it was common for military pay to be skimmed off at every level. Dai Mubai was the first to directly hand over real money to the soldiers like this.
But that's not all.
Dai Mubai casually tossed the gold coin back into the box, making a crisp clinking sound.
Then, his gaze fell upon the row of people kneeling below the stage.
These people were all dressed in fine armor, and each of them had delicate skin and fair flesh, clearly gilded noblemen.
"But this reward isn't something anyone can receive."
Dai Mubai stood up and walked step by step to the edge of the platform.
"The third son of the Wang family, the second son of the Zhao family..."
He called out names one by one, and each person whose name was called trembled uncontrollably.
"When we encountered the enemy in Black Wind Valley, you, as centurions, not only did not lead the charge, but instead hid behind the ordinary soldiers."
"Even worse, some people turned and ran as soon as they saw the fire start."
Dai Mubai's lips curled up, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth, which looked particularly eerie.
"According to the laws of Xingluo, those who desert in the face of battle shall be executed."
The noblemen on the ground were terrified, some crying and begging for mercy:
"Your Highness! I am the grandson of the Duke!"
"Your Highness, spare me! My father is..."
Whoosh!
A golden light flashed.
No one even saw how Dai Mubai made his move.
Those heads that were still begging for mercy had already rolled far away.
Blood gushed out, staining the ground of the training ground red.
Dai Mubai flicked non-existent blood off his hands and scanned the entire room:
"In my army, there are no nobles, only warriors."
"Those who are afraid of dying can get out now."
"Those who remain, if they dare to retreat even half a step, this will be their fate."
A deathly silence.
Immediately afterwards, an unprecedented chilling atmosphere gathered in the military camp.
Watching this scene, the audience in both the black and white worlds felt their scalps tingle.
Is this the boy who is only twelve years old?
This is clearly a seasoned and iron-blooded general who has been immersed in the battlefield for many years!
...
The celestial backdrop unfolds.
Two days later.
The Star Luo army advanced to a fortress in front of the Tian Dou defense line.
On the other side, reinforcements from the Heavenly Dou Empire have arrived.
The leader was Zhao Tieshan, a renowned general of the Heavenly Dou Empire, known as the "Iron-Walled Mad Bear".
The two armies faced each other, their banners obscuring the sun.
Zhao Tieshan rode on a tall horse, his body as robust as an iron tower, his face full of fat trembling with his cold laughter.
He looked at the slightly thin, blond-haired boy in front of the Star Luo camp with disdain in his eyes.
"Is Xingluo out of people?"
"Sending a kid who hasn't even grown his first beard to die?"
Zhao Tieshan channeled his full soul power, his voice booming like muffled thunder:
"I heard you burned down Blackwind Valley? That was because that good-for-nothing Goron was careless!"
"I'm a level 45 defensive-type Battle Soul Master!"
"Little brat, if you kneel down and kowtow three times right now, and call me grandpa, I might still leave you with a whole corpse!"
A burst of laughter erupted from the Heavenly Dou camp.
Level 45 Soul Master.
At the age of twelve or thirteen, this is an insurmountable mountain.
You have to understand, for a genius of this age, reaching level 30 is already the absolute limit.
Faced with Zhao Tieshan's provocation, Dai Mubai's deputy general became anxious.
"Commander, this man's defenses are extremely strong. Let me take men and go..."
Dai Mubai raised his hand, stopping the deputy general from speaking.
He slowly rode his horse out of the formation.
There was no anger, no retort.
He simply stared at the towering, muscular man, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at a corpse.
"Level 45?"
Dai Mubai chuckled softly.
"Perfect, I'll use you to test my knife."
Before he could finish speaking...
roar--!
A tiger's roar shook the mountains and forests.
Dai Mubai leaped off his horse, and the warhorse, unable to withstand the force of his stride, collapsed to its knees.
In mid-air, a burst of dazzling golden light suddenly erupted.
White Tiger Martial Soul, Possess!
However, the white tiger phantom on his body was completely different from that of the ordinary Star Luo royal family.
It wasn't just white; it also carried an ultimate "golden" quality.
It was a metallic luster so sharp it seemed capable of cutting through the air itself.
Yellow, yellow, purple.
Three optimally configured spirit rings pulsed beneath his feet.
Although he was only level 37, the overwhelming sense of pressure he exuded was in no way inferior to that of the level 45 Soul Master on the other side!
"court death!"
Zhao Tieshan was furious.
He didn't expect that this kid would actually dare to rush up alone.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Immovable as a Mountain!"
All four spirit rings on Zhao Tieshan's body shone brightly at the same time, especially the fourth purple thousand-year spirit ring, which shone brightly.
A thick, earthy-yellow light shield instantly enveloped his entire body, turning his skin into a rock-like grayish-brown, making him look like a mobile fortress.
He was confident that, let alone a Soul Master of the thirties, even a powerful offensive Soul Master of the same level would not be able to break through his defenses!
However.
Dai Mubai, suspended in mid-air, had a burst of golden light in his eyes.
He didn't use any fancy moves.
First Soul Skill: White Tiger Protective Barrier?
No.
In his hands, this is more than just a shield.
The golden light shield clung tightly to his skin, as if he were plated with gold.
Second Soul Skill, White Tiger Blazing Light Wave?
Dai Mubai opened his mouth and spat out a beam of light, but instead of a scattered light wave, it was a golden beam of light that had been condensed to the extreme, pointing directly at Zhao Tieshan's brow!
boom!
The beam of light struck Zhao Tieshan's defensive shield, kicking up clouds of dust.
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