"Heh~" Wukong let out a cold snort, his face darkening.
Why should people like this even exist in the world?
Dai Mubai pounded the ground with his fists, venting his anger.
To be humiliated like this in front of his subordinates and fiancée—it was a lifetime shame.
Tensing his abdomen, Dai Mubai prepared to strike Wukong.
Just as his fist was about to hit Wukong's face, a spray of blood erupted.
A hysterical scream followed from Dai Mubai.
"Ahhh!" He curled up on the ground, eyes full of pain, trembling as he clutched his right hand.
Everyone around was stunned.
Because Wukong hadn't moved a muscle, yet a small hole appeared in Dai Mubai's hand as if pierced by an invisible force.
Two fingers and part of his palm had been penetrated in an instant.
Purple tendons were exposed, and fresh blood gushed relentlessly from the wound.
Ning Rongrong immediately covered her eyes, unwilling to witness such a bloody scene.
Looking at Dai Mubai collapsed on the ground, Wukong was momentarily confused, but quickly realized what had happened.
He hadn't attacked, but just as Dai Mubai's fist neared his face, a sharp gust of wind had sliced past.
Among those present, only Tang San or Zhu Zhuqing could have done that.
Tang San would never intervene, but Zhu Zhuqing held the silenced Desert Eagle Wukong had given her beforehand—capable of piercing Dai Mubai's hand in a single strike.
"Dai Mubai…" Zhu Zhuqing's cold voice cut through the air.
"Don't even think of touching Wukong with your filthy hands. You're not worthy!"
Her voice, sharp as a thousand swords, stabbed straight into Dai Mubai's heart without mercy.
Tang San, witnessing Zhu Zhuqing wield the silenced Desert Eagle, was struck dumb with astonishment.
"What kind of hidden weapon is that?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.
Tang San, in his previous life, had studied all manner of hidden weapons, yet he could not discern the structure or materials of this one.
"The power of this weapon seems even greater than the Zhuge Divine Crossbow!"
"The craftsmanship is impeccable. Every joint flawless, and the slots for the blade or bullet are invisible."
"It's truly a work of divine skill!"
Tang San couldn't understand the Desert Eagle's mechanism at all—he could only deduce that some spring or high-tensile wire must propel the projectile.
The pain and psychological impact of Zhu Zhuqing's few words outweighed even the wound in Dai Mubai's hand.
At this moment, Dai Mubai's face turned pale. He felt that nothing in this world was worth cherishing or loving.
In the Xingluo Empire, only Davis had ever treated him this way.
But today, Dai Mubai experienced a coldness even more cutting than Davis' attacks.
"Why! Why can't you accept me? I'm your fiancé!" he roared in fury.
Anger coursed through him, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, mixed with broken teeth fragments.
"Why?" Zhu Zhuqing sneered, stepping in front of him.
In full view of everyone, she linked her arm with Wukong's.
Dai Mubai was livid—practically exploding on the spot. "You're being so intimate with another man in front of your fiancé! Don't you care about our engagement?"
He spat out the words without hesitation—but immediately felt something was off.
"Engagement? Have you ever cared about that?" Zhu Zhuqing's voice was icy. Her nails seemed to grow longer, but Wukong's close warmth suppressed them, restoring her rationality.
"I am the one who should thank the heavens—meeting Wukong in the darkest moment of my life…" she said, her eyes brimming with overflowing affection.
"Not following some useless, aimless guy like you afterward!"
"You dare speak of engagement? You've been running from reality, hiding from royal conflict, letting yourself fall into decay."
"Changing girlfriends every other day—did you ever think about engagement?"
Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth, wondering how in her past life she had gotten entangled with such a worthless person.
Thank heavens for Wukong…
Dai Mubai's mind went blank—her scolding hit him to the core. Trying to use the engagement as leverage now was completely useless.
"You… you're not afraid the royal family will come after you?" Dai Mubai tried one last card—the Xingluo royal threat.
But only this one last straw remained.
"Heh!" Wukong snorted coldly.
The royal family?So now they want to fight me with their riches?
"The royal family is nothing!"
Wukong waved his hand. "Don't even talk about the Xingluo Empire—I don't even care about Spirit Hall!"
"You send them over! If they dare, I'll snap the head off the Xingluo Emperor myself!"
Everyone nearby twitched at the words.
He really said that? Do you even know what that means?
It meant he was willing to stand against the three great heavenly powers.
Tang San quietly shook his head—Wukong was far too confident in his own strength, a proud surge rising in his heart.
He truly believed himself invincible.
Well… he is invincible.
"Pride will always be your downfall…" Tang San muttered softly.
No one else heard it.
"You!" Furious and humiliated, Dai Mubai couldn't understand why the Xingluo Empire couldn't touch him—or why Spirit Hall didn't even matter.
"Do you know how powerful my empire is? I admit you're a genius—but you alone versus the entire Xingluo Empire… think carefully!"
Dai Mubai was taken aback. In his eyes, besides Spirit Hall, the Xingluo Empire was the ultimate. Every prince he knew thought the same. They were extremely confident in their country.
"Utterly boring…" Wukong muttered, seeing Dai Mubai still obstinate.
With a single motion, he threw Dai Mubai into a distant pile of stones.
Dai Mubai swallowed a mouthful of dirt.
"Ignore them. Let's head back to school now…" Wukong walked over to Zhu Zhuqing, lazily wrapping his arm around her slender waist.
Turning, they headed straight for Shrek Academy.
From the stone pile, Fred couldn't intervene. He was stunned—Wukong truly didn't care about the Xingluo Empire or Spirit Hall.
"This guy's a complete lunatic," Fred muttered.
By standard spirit master academy rules, this would have been a student dispute. As long as no one was in mortal danger, it wasn't a big deal.
Dai Mubai's injuries could be handled by any healer-class spirit master. That's why in Douluo Continent, medical treatment may not be great, but few people actually die from injuries.
A healer-class spirit master can fix almost anything—not including broken limbs or heart-piercing mortal wounds.
So Fred didn't intervene. Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun had been arrogant before; a strike like this was only fair—to humble their pride and sharpness.
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