Xu Tiandi shook his head helplessly, and a rare, bitter smile appeared on his face.
"Miss Wu Sidu, the Federation hasn't treated you poorly, has it? Are you really so eager to see Lu Jun and me fight until we both perish?"
Wu Sidu was left speechless. Her cheeks flushed even redder, yet she had no idea how to refute him.
She only vaguely felt that there was something different about Mr. Speaker before her.
There was less of that overbearing majesty, and perhaps even a faint trace of loneliness?
Di Tian stepped forward. His gaze lingered on Xu Tiandi for a moment before shifting to Lu Jun. In the end, he gave a cold snort.
"...It seems your goals have aligned."
After a pause, his voice remained hard and cold.
"Fine."
The dragon's might around him stirred faintly. He had clearly already reached the level of a Divine Official.
This Beast God, once trapped at the continent's eight-hundred-thousand-year limit, had broken free of his shackles in a single stroke. The depth of his foundation and the solidity of his divinity were far beyond those of an ordinary newly ascended Deity.
Earlier, when Xu Tiandi had brought the soul-tool legions to bear against him, he had endured without acting. It was not because he feared them, but because he understood what mattered.
He had no liking for dying over a moment of hot-blooded impulse. Borrowing strength to break the deadlock was the path of the wise.
"Congratulations, Senior Di Tian." Xu Tiandi turned to face the Beast God he had once threatened with an army and calmly inclined his head. "You have finally entered the Divine Realm and achieved your wish."
A cold gleam flashed through Di Tian's golden dragon eyes.
"I will remember how you led an army to