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(Author's Note: Just to clarify here—Dai Mubai is the type who plays with women and then abandons them without taking any responsibility. Although the protagonist is more of a womanizer and collects many partners, he gives them all a status and protects their safety. Please don't bash me for being double-standard on this point!)
The newcomer was a blonde youth with a relatively tall build and well-developed limbs, yet he possessed a cerebellum that seemed underdeveloped and a brain that appeared not to have developed at all.
At this moment, he was scanning Xiao Wu, who was in Fu Ye's arms, and Wu Ling by his side with a wretched, greedy gaze.
Fu Ye stared at the heterochromatic-eyed youth before him, his face darkening. If his guess was correct, this had to be Dai Mubai. He truly hadn't expected the guy to show up two years earlier than in the original work just to seek his own death.
"Brother Fu Ye, let me teach this foul-mouthed dog a lesson!" Wu Ling declared, ready to strike.
"Let me handle it," Fu Ye said, gently pressing down on her small head. He then looked toward Dai Mubai, his eyes filled with cold indifference. "I'll ruin him."
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Fu Ye's footsteps were light, yet a terrifying pressure began to coalesce around him.
"Brother Mubai, I'm so scared..."
Hearing the words of the pretty young girl in his arms, Dai Mubai curled his lip. He then used his Spirit Power to shove her away.
Thud!
How could an ordinary person resist a Spirit Grandmaster like Dai Mubai? The fragile girl fell heavily against the hotel corner, her knees bleeding from the force of the impact. Her eyes were filled with terror.
"Mu... Brother Mubai... I even abandoned my fiancé for you... how could you..." The woman broke down, but Dai Mubai remained indifferent.
"Whether you abandoned him or not is your business. You were just a plaything to me. You no longer have any value," Dai Mubai said, licking his lips. He glared viciously at Fu Ye, who was steadily approaching.
"If you don't want to die, hand over those two girls. Once this young master is finished with them, if I'm in a good mood, I might let you have the leftovers."
Hearing this, Fu Ye simply covered his face and began to laugh. "Hehehe..."
He had been provoked to the point of laughter by Dai Mubai's sheer audacity.
"Barely thirteen years old and already acting like a tyrant in this city... you really are a piece of trash."
Perhaps because Fu Ye spoke so softly, Dai Mubai perceived him as weak.
"Hahahaha!! With strength, one can naturally do as they please! To tell you the truth, in Suotuo City, there is no one that I, Young Master Dai, fear to provoke!"
Greed and malice flickered in Dai Mubai's eyes. In his view, people like Fu Ye were nothing more than showy weaklings. He leaned in closer, tugging at Fu Ye's sleeve with a contemptuous sneer.
"Looking at your clothes, you're probably just a minor noble from some small kingdom or a wealthy merchant. Just hand over those women, and I— mghhh!"
Before he could finish, Fu Ye's hand clamped around his throat. At that moment, Fu Ye had already decided to cripple him.
Even the proud and unruly Dark Devilgod Tiger had been tamed into a submissive dog by him. Did Dai Mubai—a literal stray dog cast out by the Star Luo Imperial Family—really dare to bark in his face?
Fu Ye's hand was like an iron vise, lifting Dai Mubai into the air by his neck.
Crack.
Fu Ye's grip tightened. Dai Mubai's face was a mask of panic and horror; he discovered that in this youth's grasp, he couldn't even trigger his Spirit Body Enhancement!
Fu Ye's lips curled into a mocking smile as he watched Dai Mubai's eyes begin to bulge.
"ROAR!!!!!!"
In the next instant, a terrifying dragon's cry exploded within Dai Mubai's mental sea! A white phantom was forcibly scared out of Dai Mubai's body by Fu Ye's sheer presence.
Hum!
With a single glance, Fu Ye frozen the white phantom in place. It was a white tiger with wings.
"You... you are the Dragon God! How is this possible! Weren't you already—"
Before it could finish, Fu Ye swept it into his system space and sealed it away. Indeed, what Fu Ye had forced out was the divine power of the Evil-Eyed Saint King, a third-class deity lurking deep within Dai Mubai's soul. It was a divine beast that coexisted with the White Tiger Spirit of the Star Luo Royals, appearing every thousand years to find a successor.
To Fu Ye, its greatest use was as dog food for the Dark Devilgod Tiger.
Snap.
Fu Ye's hand continued to constrict. Dai Mubai's face turned a bruised purple. He tried to struggle, but Fu Ye's overwhelming Spirit Power suppressed him so completely he couldn't even twitch. Just as he was on the verge of death, Fu Ye swung him down and slammed him into the marble floor.
BOOM!
Crack... crack... crack...
The sound of countless bones fracturing echoed through the hall. Half of Dai Mubai's body was embedded in the floor, with shards of stone driven into his flesh.
"Cough! Cough!! Haa... haa... haa..."
Though the pain made him want to scream, the sensation of suffocation told him he needed to breathe first.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!!"
Dai Mubai's scream caused the hotel staff and the girl he had just pushed aside to collapse to the floor in terror.
Wu Ling hid in Xiao Wu's embrace. Xiao Wu, however, looked slightly dissatisfied with Fu Ye's restraint—in her eyes, trash like this should just be slaughtered outright.
Fu Ye pressed the sole of his boot against Dai Mubai's mouth. The muffled whimpering and the look of pure terror on the blonde's face were a perfect match.
"In my life, I hate being threatened most. You are the second person who has dared to threaten my women."
Fu Ye's eyes were full of mockery. In his view, Dai Mubai could be written out of the story right now. He was just a supporting character, and now that the plot had begun, his presence was entirely optional.
Thud! Crack!
Fu Ye delivered a devastating kick to Dai Mubai's waist. He truly couldn't understand how a shameless, bottomless piece of trash who kidnapped women could ever be "redeemed" and become part of a "heroic" team in the original records.
A pity... this wasn't the original story.
"AAAAAAGGHHHH!!!!"
The agony in his spine caused Dai Mubai to let out another piercing shriek.
Vrum!
At that moment, Fu Ye's right hand transformed into a magnificent nine-colored claw. Irregular dragon scales linked together in a sophisticated structure—seemingly chaotic, yet every scale felt meticulously placed.
This artistic yet lethal claw hovered before Dai Mubai. As an invisible suction force manifested, Dai Mubai felt as though his very soul was being torn apart.
"AAAAAHHH!! OOOOHHHH!!"
The wretched screams echoed down the entire street, but Fu Ye showed no sign of stopping. Looking at the white orb of light held within his dragon claw, Fu Ye smiled with satisfaction.
This was the essence of Dai Mubai's White Tiger Spirit—the "King's Aura" contained within it. He might not need it himself, but he certainly wouldn't leave it to these self-righteous "protagonists."
Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, Oscar... how could people who spent their lives in brothels since the age of nine be considered heroes? Especially that fat pig Ma Hongjun—if his Evil Fire Phoenix spirit had a "defect" that required that kind of "release," didn't that mean since he was six...
It was too absurd to even contemplate.
Fu Ye looked down at the broken Dai Mubai beneath his foot, his eyes dancing with amusement.
"What's wrong, Young Master Dai? If you still have the strength to give me three kowtows, perhaps I'll let you off this once."
(Author's Note: I've updated the ages of Sword Douluo and Tang Xiao based on everyone's suggestions. Sword Douluo: was 60, now 76; Tang Xiao: was 55, now 71. This should be much more accurate.)