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However, no matter what he did, he could not completely vent the anger and fear in his heart.
"Damn it, are we just supposed to sit here and wait to die?"
Dai Mubai collapsed amidst the mess, panting heavily, his face extremely pale.
He now deeply regrets it.
Why did the thought of resistance suddenly arise again when we had already given up?
If he hadn't participated in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament, he might not have been found so easily, and he wouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat.
"Now how to do?"
"Someone, please save me?!"
Dai Mubai did not want to die, and he had no interest in the Star Luo throne.
Unfortunately, this is not something he can decide.
Given the brutality of past struggles for the throne, it was virtually impossible for him to survive.
Even if Davis were to show leniency, he would still cripple him completely and imprison him in a secluded courtyard.
That's no different from being dead!
"No, I absolutely cannot sit here and wait to die. I must find a way to escape!"
Dai Mubai's face hardened, but he still didn't give up.
The palace was heavily guarded, with all the royal guards loyal to Davis, leaving him, the so-called third prince, isolated and helpless.
Almost no one in the entire court supported him.
In other words, Dai Mubai can only rely on himself.
Escaping the palace under such circumstances would undoubtedly be extremely difficult.
But no matter what, he was going to give it a try.
Doing nothing will certainly lead to death, but trying something always offers a glimmer of hope!
"I'm sure I can escape!"
Dai Mubai's gaze immediately became even more determined.
"I can help you!"
Suddenly, a cold voice rang out from inside the palace.
"Who?!"
Dai Mubai turned around abruptly, his hair standing on end in fright.
A figure slowly emerged from behind the pillar from which the sound came.
"If you want to leave, I can help you."
"A mistress?!"
Upon seeing the speaker's face clearly, Dai Mubai's expression revealed a look of surprise and delight.
"What are you doing here, mistress? And with the palace so heavily guarded, how did you get in?"
Dai Mubai couldn't wait to ask the question.
At that moment, he seemed to see a glimmer of hope for life!
However, Tang San did not respond, but just stared at him silently, his scarlet eyes devoid of any emotion.
This caused Dai Mubai, who was walking over, to instinctively stop in his tracks.
He also clearly realized that something was wrong.
"If you're not the other woman, then who are you?"
Dai Mubai took a few steps back, looking at 'Tang San' with a wary expression, secretly urging his soul power.
After calming down, he realized the difference between the 'Tang San' in front of him.
Not only did his pupils turn crimson, but his hair also turned blood-red, and his entire body exuded a bloody aura.
Although he has the face of 'Tang San', his demeanor and temperament are completely different from his.
Dai Mubai had spent several years with him, how could he not recognize him?
When questioned, Tang San smiled slightly.
"I am Tang San."
"No, you're not a mistress. Even though you look exactly like him, your eyes don't lie!"
Dai Mubai shook his head, his resolve growing stronger.
"What about this?"
Tang San raised his hand, and countless blood-red blue silver grasses broke through the bricks and stones, spreading throughout the entire room.
Then he raised his other hand and summoned a small, blood-red hammer.
"These should prove my identity, right?"
"Blue Silver Grass, Haotian Hammer"
Dai Mubai was slightly lost in thought, then his eyes suddenly sharpened.
"Who exactly are you? What did you do to the mistress?"
Martial spirits don't lie.
Moreover, twin martial souls are extremely rare on the continent. No matter how coincidental it may be, it is impossible for two people to possess both Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer.
Dai Mubai was certain that the person in front of him was Tang San, but only the body was Tang San.
"Does it really matter who I am? At least I am the Tang San you know now."
"Besides, I'm here to help you!"
Tang San didn't want to get too caught up in this issue with Dai Mubai.
He looked at Dai Mubai with a smile, his tone playful, "Now only I can save you."
"Do you really want to be imprisoned here and slaughtered like a lamb to the slaughter?"
"Or should I have my martial spirit and limbs destroyed, becoming a cripple and barely surviving?"
At this point, Tang San paused.
His words then became increasingly seductive.
"Think about it, the best-case scenario for you is to lie in bed all day, a useless person until you die, while your elder brother enjoys wealth and honor and is admired by countless people!"
"Are you willing?"
His words were like a sharp blade piercing Dai Mubai's heart.
Although he knew the other party had ill intentions, for some reason, his fists clenched uncontrollably after hearing those words.
Just thinking about that scene filled Dai Mubai with despair.
Neither death nor being crippled is a consequence he is willing to accept!
"Are you here to humiliate me?"
Dai Mubai's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was fierce.
Tang San chuckled, "Of course not. I already said I'm here to help you. We used to be brothers, didn't we?"
Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai immediately snorted coldly.
"We're not brothers!"
"Not always."
Tang San smiled again. "I told you I'm here to help you. Whether you accept or not is up to you."
Dai Mubai remained silent, his expression shifting between light and dark.
After a while.
He finally couldn't help but ask, "How can you help me?"
"I can help you leave Star Luo City, and I can even help you become the emperor of the Star Luo Empire!"
Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai immediately gave a disdainful smile.
"You underestimate the Star Luo Empire far too much. To think that you alone can make the entire Star Luo Empire submit is nothing but a pipe dream!"
The Star Luo Empire is a nation that values martial prowess.
Even without a titled Douluo, the combat power unleashed by the Martial Soul Fusion Skill will not be inferior to that of a titled Douluo.
Furthermore, there are many skilled fighters within the palace, making escape extremely difficult, let alone launching a preemptive strike.
"Heh, is your perspective really that narrow?"
Tang San chuckled, and nine spirit rings appeared out of thin air behind him.
However, no trace of soul power was leaked, so there was no need to worry about alerting the royal guards.