Di Tian Slays Sanpao

At length.

Di Tian gazed at Yu Xiaogang, who hadn't moved an inch, and gradually grew impatient.

"You've been standing there forever and can't even fart. Die!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he shot into the sky.

In an instant, a black dragon vast enough to blot out the sun appeared.

The dragon's limbs were thick and powerful, its body black as ink. Its head was fearsome, and its most distinctive feature was a pair of golden eyes.

The Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King—Di Tian's true form!

"Dragon God Claw!"

The Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King let out a low growl. His massive body shuddered, and his right claw rose sharply. A layer of darkness, thick to the extreme, coiled around it.

A pitch-black phantom of a dragon claw appeared, bearing power enough to tear through space as it swept toward Yu Xiaogang.

This strike already surpassed Limit Douluo by far, and even faintly touched the threshold of godhood.

"Not good!"

Yu Xiaogang knew this move could definitely hurt him. Two possible choices flashed through his mind.

Either he could take it with his divine body...

Or...

"Run!"

Yu Xiaogang turned and fled.

With his divine power circulating, he quickly put distance between himself and the place, cursing as he ran:

"Damn it! It's only been ten thousand years."

"How could a Soul Beast this damn powerful appear on Douluo Continent?"

"Why didn't Xiao San tell me sooner?"

Luo Sanpao was so frightened that he ended their fusion, turning into a streak of purple light and following close behind him.

And so, a man and a pig hurried westward.

Yu Xiaogang had never run this fast in his life.

As he ran, he kept glancing back. Seeing that the black dragon wasn't pursuing him, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Hmph!"

"Even if you're powerful, you're still just a Soul Beast. If you want to catch up with this god, come back in twenty thousand years!"

But would Di Tian really let him go?

As soon as Yu Xiaogang finished speaking, a rift split open in the space ahead.

A pitch-black dragon claw reached out from within. Then Di Tian, now in human form, stepped through the rift. His black robe fluttered in the wind as his golden eyes fixed coldly on Yu Xiaogang.

The smug look on Yu Xiaogang's face froze. Panic had already set in.

"Don't come any closer!"

Di Tian didn't stop. The Dragon God Claw lit up on his right hand once more, and he thrust it straight toward Yu Xiaogang's chest.

"Sanpao, save me!"

Seeing this, Luo Sanpao didn't hesitate for a moment.

He shot out from behind Yu Xiaogang. His purple fur bristled, every strand standing on end, and his little body stretched to its limit.

He stood in front of Yu Xiaogang, bared his two baby teeth, and roared at Di Tian, trying to scare him off.

A divine beast born from Martial Soul Evolution?

Interesting.

The thought crossed Di Tian's mind, but he still didn't stop.

"But you're still going to die!"

The Dragon God Claw came down.

Without hesitation, without holding back, the razor-sharp dragon claw pierced through Luo Sanpao's tiny body.

"Hmph!"

A brief cry of pain, and purple-gold blood sprayed through the air.

Luo Sanpao looked down at the wound in his chest, then glanced back at Yu Xiaogang, who was unharmed. At last, he smiled wistfully...

Yu Xiaogang was dumbstruck.

"Sanpao!!!"

Under the pressure of the moment, he'd forgotten one very important thing.

After he became the Fart God, Luo Sanpao had been nourished by the immortal spiritual energy of the Divine Realm. He was no longer merely a Martial Soul that could leave its wielder's body.

He was a divine beast, sharing the same origin as Yu Xiaogang!

And divine beasts were living creatures!

Di Tian withdrew his claw. With nothing to hold him up, Luo Sanpao collapsed to the ground.

Unlike before, Luo Sanpao didn't return to Yu Xiaogang's body this time. He lay there, his breaths shallow and labored.

"No!"

"Sanpao, hold on! You're a divine beast... You can't die..."

At those words, Luo Sanpao...

Closed his eyes and stretched out his legs.

His breathing stopped on the spot.

Yu Xiaogang scrambled toward Luo Sanpao, tears streaming down his face as if they cost nothing.

Luo Sanpao had been with him for most of his life.

He'd been there when Yu Xiaogang was mocked, when he was cast out of his clan, and even when he was all alone in the Divine Realm.

That Dragon God Claw was powerful, but it couldn't kill a god.

At most, it could leave Yu Xiaogang badly injured—and only because he'd taken the blow completely unprepared. After all, no matter what, he was a Third-Class Deity with a divine position.

But Luo Sanpao was different. He was only an ordinary divine beast who could fart.

His defenses weren't impressive—in fact, they were quite poor. His standing in the Divine Realm was only equal to that of a Divine Official.

"Sanpao... I'm sorry. I was too cowardly."

"My strength was clearly greater than yours, and yet I still had you protect me..."

Watching this scene unfold, Di Tian felt nothing.

He'd lived for hundreds of thousands of years and seen too many deaths.

The death of one tiny divine beast wasn't worth a second glance.

He'd personally witnessed even the Nine Great Dragon Kings fall.

Done crying? Your turn!

Di Tian raised his hand again, and the Dragon God Claw lit up once more.

"Di Tian, stop."

A cool voice came from the distant horizon. It reached Di Tian's ears when his Dragon God Claw was less than an inch from Yu Xiaogang.

"The Master?"

Di Tian looked up in the direction of Lake of Life.

"Leave, now!"

"Two gods are rushing toward you. One is a peak First-Level God, and the other..."

"Seems to be... a God King's divine sense!"

Di Tian's pupils contracted sharply. Without the slightest hesitation, he tore open the space around him with the Dragon God Claw on his right hand and stepped into the rift, half his body already through.

"Little bug, did I say you could leave?"

Feng Yan appeared in front of Di Tian in an instant.

He moved so quickly that Di Tian didn't have time to react.

Feng Yan reached his right hand into the spatial rift, clamped it around Di Tian's throat, and yanked him bodily out of the rift.

Di Tian was utterly horrified. He'd lived for countless years, yet had never seen anyone dare reach into a spatial rift with their bare hand.

Even more terrifying was the golden flame coiling around the arm of the unknown god before him.

The spatial turbulence inside the rift was nothing before that flame.

"An eight-hundred-and-ninety-thousand-year-old Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King. You're pretty good at using spatial power!"

Di Tian gritted his teeth and replied, "Then I'll thank the God of Fire for the praise..."

He had guessed the identity of the person before him.

Ten thousand years ago, a total of ten gods had been born on Douluo Continent.

In the end, only eight of them had ascended to the Divine Realm.

The God of Fire was one of them.

Feng Yan was just about to speak when Yu Xiaogang cried out behind him:

"Xiao Feng... Please, I beg you, save Sanpao!"

Feng Yan wasn't surprised that Gangzi had snuck over.

Back in the Divine Realm, he'd sensed a certain Fart God following him, but he hadn't cared.

If Gangzi wasn't going to cause trouble, why would Feng Yan take him along to the Divine Realm?

Besides, San Gege would be the one with a headache, not him.

Feng Yan turned around, only to notice Luo Sanpao...

He'd actually gone stiff in this life!!!

Just then, Di Tian seized his chance and struggled with all his might.

As the Beast God, he absolutely couldn't fall here.

The Master's injuries hadn't healed yet. If Di Tian died, the Soul Beasts would be on the brink of extinction.

"Quiet down!"

Feng Yan casually sent that tiny bit of Samadhi True Fire into Di Tian's body.

Pain!

Pain beyond anything imaginable!

Di Tian felt every inch of flesh in his body burning.

He hurriedly drew Soul Power from his Soul Core, trying to resist.

But the wisp of golden flame inside him actually used the surge of Soul Power to feed its blaze, burning fiercer and fiercer.