One remark left everyone at the table stunned.
Di Tian remained silent for a long time, his expression somewhere between joy and sorrow. "So our Soul Beast Clan truly has no choice? From now on, we can only depend on you, Saint Venerable Douluo?"
"Let's call it cooperation instead. That sounds better."
Feng Zaixing tapped his fingers against the table, his face as still as a placid lake. Staring into Di Tian's golden eyes, he said, "You're very powerful. I can see terrifying reserves within you, far beyond those of any human Soul Master. If you were human, you would certainly be able to break through the plane's shackles and become a god."
"But sadly, you bear shackles you cannot break free of. They leave you stuck at the peak of the Quasi-God level, your spiritual power stalled at the divine consciousness level, and your physical strength locked below god rank. Otherwise, humans would never have driven the Star Dou Great Forest into such dire straits."
As he spoke, a trace of regret appeared in Feng Zaixing's eyes. The fluctuations of Di Tian's aura exceeded those of Yun Ming and Chen Xinjie, and his combat strength surpassed theirs as well-but only when those two did not use their Four-Word Battle Armor.
Once those two men standing at humanity's pinnacle used their Four-Word Battle Armor and divine artifacts, Di Tian could only avoid their cutting edge. For the Beast God of his generation, that was a deeply tragic thing.
Of course, he undoubtedly had ways to increase his combat strength too, but that was precisely the most tragic part of Di Tian's predicament:
He dared not fight with his life on the line, much less use his last-resort techniques. Once he used them, he might truly die.
The Dragon God Claw