Tang Wulin: Dad, Help Me!

Roar—

With Tang Wulin's roar, the four Beast Kings suddenly froze. Their ferocious attack rhythm was instantly thrown into disarray, as though an invisible giant hand had pinned them down.

Even Di Tian and Bi Ji, who had remained composed at the edge of the battlefield without making a move, felt as though thousands of mountains had descended upon them at once. Their movements became incomparably sluggish, and every tiny action required tremendous effort.

Di Tian's pupils abruptly contracted. Killing intent churned in his eyes like boiling lava. This human's rate of growth had far exceeded his imagination.

On the surface, Di Tian remained calm, but within his heart, the one who possessed the purest Dragon Clan bloodline was already overcome by stormy waves. A tremor born from the depths of his soul spread uncontrollably through his body.

It was the instinctive fear of facing a superior bloodline. It was as if he was not facing a human youth, but an invincible ruler of the Dragon Clan standing high above all others.

Fortunately... Di Tian secretly rejoiced. The corners of his cold lips lifted slightly, revealing a cruel smile. Perhaps the heavens had truly favored him, allowing him to discover Tang Wulin's threat early and even obtain Lord's permission to kill Tang Wulin.

Otherwise, if Tang Wulin had been given more time to grow, then with his terrifying growth rate, he would surely become their greatest future threat.

Today, no matter the cost, he must be killed! Di Tian's killing intent hardened, and a trace of resolve flashed through his eyes.

Di Tian swept his eagle-like gaze across the battlefield. The four Beast Kings were locked in fierce combat with three Limit Douluos, neither side able to gain the upper hand. Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped forward with his