On the sixth floor of the Bright Moon Divine Palace, Di Shitian's name was taboo.
No one dared provoke him.
Di Shitian's gaze fell directly on the seven-colored cocoon of light, and a trace of fervor flashed in his eyes.
"An Early Saint God Realm Great Dao Crystal. Not bad."
His tone was indifferent, as if the Great Dao Crystal were already in his possession.
Only then did he slowly shift his gaze toward Yang Lingtian and Huang Yuelan.
When he saw that Yang Lingtian's cultivation was merely at the Early Heavenly God level, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.
"Ant, hand over the treasure, then get lost."
His voice carried a commanding tone that brooked no argument.
It was as if Yang Lingtian handing over the Dao Fruit were the greatest honor of his life.
The cultivators around them all held their breath.
Di Shitian had arrived. Surely no one would dare fight over this inheritance now.
Would this Early Heavenly God Rogue Cultivator dare refuse?
Refusal meant death.
Everyone believed that Yang Lingtian would hand over the inheritance without hesitation, then slink away in disgrace.
After all, who would dare resist a peerless fiend like Di Shitian?
Yet Yang Lingtian's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations.
He looked at Di Shitian, his expression still calm.
"You want it? Come and take it if you have the ability."
His faint voice clearly reached every person's ears.
Before his voice had even faded, Yang Lingtian directly put the Great Dao Crystal away.
Silence—deathly silence!
Everyone's eyes widened as they stared at Yang Lingtian in disbelief.
What had he just said? He wanted Di Shitian to take it if he had the ability?
An Early Heavenly God cultivator dared say such a thing to Di Shitian?
And he had even