My Dear Father, Where Are You Going?

Di Tian's Dragon Might was far beyond anything his kind could compare to.

Di Tian's Dragon Might was the intimidation of a soul beast overlord toward all living beings; the aura emanating from Jin Tianming was the pressure of an absolute superior looking down upon all things, the innate suppression of the top of the food chain over lesser creatures.

Ten thousand years ago, Niu Tian and Tai Tan might have feared it. But now, they were divine officials. Even if their cultivation had fallen back to Limit Douluo, they would never have regarded Di Tian as a threat.

Yet when Jin Tianming's Dragon Might reverberated through the Clear Sky Sect valley, every cell in their bodies trembled. The terror that seeped into their bones was impossible to suppress.

This was an instinct engraved into every creature's genes—reverence and submission toward the top of the food chain.

They were clearly divine officials. By all reason, they should not have been suppressed by such power. Yet the reality was that they did not even have the strength to raise a hand.

"I hope you have what it takes to make me take this seriously."

Jin Tianming's voice was as cold as iron. The aura erupting from him grew ever more terrifying as he tightly gripped the Golden Spear. The chilling glint at its tip reflected the contempt in his eyes, as though he were looking at two insignificant ants.

In the distance, Wang Dong'er looked at Black and Bai Yu, whose auras were weak as though they could collapse at any moment. She hurriedly took several bottles of high-grade pills from her Soul Tool, intending to give them to the two so they could recover their Soul Power, but Black raised a hand to stop her.

"It's useless." Black's voice was