"Ziji, you've spent far too long with this human."
With a cold snort, the pressure throughout the Dragon Palace abruptly intensified.
Even without using Soul Power, Di Tian's oppressive aura was terrifying.
Even under Ziji's protection, Su Chen found it increasingly difficult to breathe.
"I have already entered into a Soul Contract with him. If you want to kill him, then kill me along with him!"
Although Ziji had already broken through into the Ferocious Beast realm,
she was still worlds apart from Di Tian, who possessed 690,000 years of cultivation.
"A Soul Contract?!"
Di Tian flew into a rage. Only those with exceptionally profound spiritual power could accomplish such a thing.
Once formed, it linked the spirits of both parties—the so-called sharing of life and death.
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Su Chen looked at Ziji in confusion, utterly baffled.
He had no recollection of ever forming a Soul Contract with Ziji.
"Do you remember that statue? The ninth one."
"So that thing was a Soul Contract?"
"A Soul Contract is nothing special. At worst, I'll forcibly dissolve it at the cost of my cultivation."
Di Tian had always regarded Ziji as his possession, yet she had now formed a Soul Contract with Su Chen.
This was something Di Tian, who had always stood above all others, could not accept.
"Lord Di Tian..."
A Dragon Clan elder gathered his courage and spoke.
But Di Tian immediately glared at him.
The elder could only retreat awkwardly to his original position and fall silent.
"If you want to fight, then come."
Her slender fingers transformed once more into thick dragon claws as Ziji assumed a fighting stance.
"Did breaking through into the Ferocious Beast realm give you such confidence? One hundred thousand years and six hundred ninety thousand years are not the same."
Di Tian