Ye Feiyang's words undoubtedly wounded Di Tian's pride deeply, making him feel utterly humiliated.
What did that mean? He was clearly looking down on him from the bottom of his heart! Over the years, when had Di Tian ever suffered such contempt? He forced his battered body to prepare for another fight, only to see Ye Feiyang raise a hand and cast a soul skill upon him.
This time, it was not an offensive soul skill, but Ye Feiyang's Third Soul Skill—Unceasing Vitality. If it could restore Di Tian's fighting strength, he could accompany him for another round of swordsmanship practice. What harm was there in healing him?
Di Tian felt the injuries within his body healing at an astonishing speed. Gentle green light enveloped him, and his eyes filled with astonishment as his expression turned incomprehensible. Instinctively, he wanted to resist the green light, but its warm, soothing comfort made him reluctant to pull away. Looking up at Ye Feiyang hovering in midair, his Nine Leaf Sword Wings gently fluttering, sword qi swirling around him, his aura as steady as ever, Di Tian could not help but sigh inwardly. Is this the gap in strength?
That battle just now had been earth-shattering. He had already used every method at his disposal, yet why was Ye Feiyang still so calm and composed? Today's battle had truly opened his eyes. He only felt that he might have slept for too long and had long since fallen out of step with this era.
"Has your spiritual power already reached the demigod level?" Di Tian asked, the sharpness in his voice long gone.
Ye Feiyang did not hide it and nodded openly. "That is correct."
Di Tian understood. He was currently only at the peak of the Spiritual Domain, still quite a distance