Dad, Help Me!

Roar!

At Tang Wulin's roar, the four Ferocious Beasts froze. Their fierce assault faltered as though an invisible hand had pinned them down.

Even Di Tian and Bi Ji, who had remained composed at the edge of the battlefield without joining the fight, felt as if countless mountains had crashed down on them. Every tiny movement demanded enormous effort.

Di Tian's pupils contracted. Killing intent churned in his eyes like molten rock. This human had grown far faster than he had imagined.

He kept his composure on the surface, but beneath it, his pure Dragon Clan bloodline was in turmoil. A tremor born deep in his soul spread through him beyond his control.

It was the instinctive fear of a superior bloodline. He felt as though he faced not a human youth, but an invincible ruler of the Dragon Clan.

Fortunately... Di Tian felt a flicker of relief. His lips curled into a cruel smile. Perhaps heaven had favored him: he had recognized Tang Wulin's threat early and even gained the Master's permission to kill him.

Given any more time to grow, Tang Wulin would become a grave threat to them.

Today, I must kill him, whatever the cost! Resolve flashed in Di Tian's eyes.

He swept his gaze across the battlefield. The four Ferocious Beasts were locked in fierce combat with the three Limit Douluos, neither side able to gain the upper hand. Without hesitation, he stepped forward. That simple step seemed to cross the boundary of space.

He shot toward Tang Wulin like black lightning. The air shrieked in his wake, and a long afterimage trailed behind him.

"Sima! Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"

Tang Wulin shouted as Di Tian charged toward them.

His Battle Armor flared bloodred, and his eyes turned crimson. Madness flickered in their depths as