Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Lin An leaned on the ground, her long, dark purple hair disheveled over her shoulders. She looked at Zhu Zhuqing and sighed.

Tang San paid no attention to Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing.

He knelt down on one knee beside Cinderella and gently helped her up.

Her face was so pale it was almost transparent, her long golden hair was stuck to her cheeks with blood, and there was still blood on the corner of her mouth.

"Sister..." Tang San's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

Cinderella looked at Tang San and smiled gently.

"fine."

"I'm just... a little tired."

Tang San's fingers trembled slightly as he carefully brushed aside the stray hairs on her forehead, his movements as gentle as if he were touching a fragile treasure.

As for the two abandoned members of the Star Luo royal family on the arena, Tang San didn't even glance at them.

What does the life or death of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing have to do with Tang San?

In the audience, Ning Fengzhi leaned back in his chair, watching the figure on the stage, and gently shook his head.

The victor is king, the loser is villain.

This principle applies everywhere.

Chapter 457 Escape

late at night.

In a guest room in the Shrek Academy students' quarters, no lights were on.

Dai Mubai sat on the edge of the bed. His expression was not visible in the darkness, only his sinister eyes gleamed faintly in the night.

His hands moved swiftly, quickly storing all his belongings into his storage soul tool.

Dai Mubai moved very quickly, almost without hesitation.

Then he stood up and walked towards the door.

The footsteps were very light, as light as a cat sneaking in the night.

He didn't turn around.

The corridor was quiet; the lights in the other rooms were off, except for a dim, yellow soul-guided wall lamp at the end of the corridor.

Dai Mubai carefully walked out step by step.

Pushing open the back door, a cool night breeze rushed in, making his clothes flutter.

The streets of Wuhun City appeared empty and desolate in the night, with the Soul Arena in the distance still lit up, like a sleeping giant beast.

Dai Mubai took a deep breath, and with a flash, disappeared into the darkness.

He was very fast. Although he only used the first soul skill of the White Tiger Possession, it was enough to make his leg strength far exceed that of ordinary people.

The buildings on both sides of the street rushed past, and the lights at the city gate drew ever closer.

His heart was beating very fast.

It wasn't because of running.

It's because of fear.

He knew what kind of person Davis was.

The man who taught him from childhood with his fists that "the weak don't deserve to live," the man who forced him to flee Xingluo like a stray dog, the man who crushed him in the ring with a superior and composed demeanor.

Davis must be celebrating after winning the game today.

He was drinking, flirting with Zhu Zhuyun, and receiving the powerful and influential people who came to offer their congratulations.

He never imagined he would run away tonight.

By the time he realized it the next day, he would already be out of Wuhun City. He could just randomly choose a direction and head straight in. The world was vast, and even if Davis had extraordinary connections, he would never be able to find him again.

Thinking this, Dai Mubai quickened his pace.

The city gate was just a stone's throw away.

The soldier on night watch yawned, leaned against the doorpost, and dozed off.

Dai Mubai held his breath, his figure transforming into a blurry white shadow, silently passing by them.

We left the city.

The night wind grew stronger, rustling the roadside weeds.

The moonlight shone on the official road, casting his shadow long.

Dai Mubai ran for three miles before finally slowing down.

He glanced back.

Under the moonlight, the outline of Wuhun City resembled a silent behemoth, crouching quietly on the earth.

No one came after them.

He let out a long breath, and his tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

"Ha..." He let out a low laugh, whether it was relief or self-mockery, "Davis, you're nothing more than that."

Before he could finish speaking...

"Where is Your Highness heading?"

A voice came from ahead, carrying a smile, light and airy, as cool as the night breeze.

Dai Mubai's blood froze instantly.

He turned his head abruptly.

On the official road ahead, under the moonlight, three figures had already appeared there.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a sharp face, dressed in a black outfit, arms crossed, and a half-smile playing on his lips.

Two people stood behind him, one on his left and one on his right, both dressed the same and exuding the same aura.

A deep, oppressive, mountain-like aura.

Soul Emperor.

At least a Soul Emperor.

Dai Mubai's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He recognized the face of the leader; he was Davis's personal bodyguard, a trusted confidant brought from the Star Luo Imperial Palace, who had been by Davis's side since childhood and was said to have been a Soul Emperor ten years ago.

“Commander Zhao…” Dai Mubai’s voice was dry, like sandpaper being rubbed.

Commander Zhao tilted his head, examining the bundle on his back, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Is Your Highness going on a long journey?"

Dai Mubai did not answer.

His hand slowly clenched into a fist inside his sleeve.

Possessed by a white tiger.

The third soul skill is the White Tiger Vajra Transformation.

He needed to break out of the encirclement as quickly as possible before the three men could make a move, and plunge into the wild woods by the roadside.

Once inside the forest, given his speed and agility...

"Your Highness."

Commander Zhao's voice rang out again, still unhurried and calm.

"I advise you not to make a move."

He raised his hand, his five fingers spread.

A white light shone from his palm; it wasn't a soul skill, but simply the purest release of soul power.

But the moment the light shone, the air within a ten-meter radius seemed to freeze.

Dai Mubai felt as if his legs were filled with lead, and he had to exert all his strength to take each step.

His expression turned even uglier.

Is the gap between a Soul Emperor and a Soul Sect Master really that large?

"Your Highness, come back with us." Commander Zhao withdrew his hand, his tone as calm as if he were stating something completely ordinary.

"The Crown Prince said that if you return obediently, he might consider sparing your life. But if you..."

He paused, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Then I will have no choice but to take your body back."

Dai Mubai's eyes reddened.

It's not touching, it's bloodshot eyes.

It was anger and resentment suppressed to the extreme.

He exerted his strength suddenly, pushing the White Tiger Vajra Transformation to its limit, transforming himself into a white streak of light as he charged towards the wild forest to the side.

ten meters.

five meters.

three meters.

He could almost smell the earth and decaying leaves in the forest.

Then, a figure appeared in front of him.

It wasn't Commander Zhao, but one of the two men behind him.

The man raised his hand and slapped Dai Mubai in the chest.

boom!