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Meanwhile, the way Di Tian looked at Long Zhanye no longer held the contempt from before. Instead, his face was full of gravity.
His brows pressed low, deep creases twisting at his temples as his breathing grew long and heavy.
His gaze swept back and forth over Long Zhanye, from that cool, youthful face to the three-headed, six-armed form, then to the nine Divine Tools of different colors. Every detail made his heart sink.
His eyes lingered for a moment on those cool brows and eyes. His lips tightened slightly, and the scales along his back trembled layer by layer.
Deep within his pupils, the pride and confidence accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years were being eroded bit by bit.
This level ninety-eight Super Douluo had first slain Taotie Douluo Xuan Zi, whom even he could not suppress, then killed Niu Tian, whose aura rivaled that of a Third-Level God.
Such combat power left him unable to find suitable words to describe it, nor could he find any precedent to compare it to.
A Quarter God Position, three heads and six arms, nine Divine Tools—this young man had made him, the strongest being in the world, feel pressure.
His fingers curled unconsciously. Even with the Dragon God's Core and Silver Dragon Spear in hand, he did not dare make any rash moves.
He stared fixedly at Long Zhanye's pupils, one icy blue and one blazing red, trying to find even the slightest room for reconciliation.
"Miss Long Zhanye, there may be some misunderstanding here. I no longer want the Power of Luck within you. Shrek is yours to deal with as you wish, and I will no longer interfere..."
As he spoke, his gaze shifted slightly aside for an instant.