Di Tian Executes Three Cannons

A long time passed.

Di Tian looked at the motionless Yu Xiaogang, impatience gradually rising in his heart.

"It has been so long, and you can't even let out a single fart. Go to hell!"

As the words fell, he immediately soared into the air.

Suddenly, a massive black dragon appeared, blotting out the sky and sun.

The dragon had thick, sturdy limbs, a body as black as ink, and a ferocious head, but its most iconic features were its pair of golden eyes.

The Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, the true form of Di Tian!

"Dragon God Claw!"

The Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King let out a low roar, his massive body shuddering violently as he raised his right claw, which was wreathed in a layer of darkness so dense it reached the extreme.

A pitch-black phantom of a dragon claw appeared, carrying power capable of tearing through space, and headed straight for Yu Xiaogang.

This strike far exceeded the limits of a Titled Douluo, even vaguely touching the threshold of a god.

"Oh no!"

Yu Xiaogang knew this move could definitely injure him, and two choices surfaced in his mind.

Either take it head-on with his divine body...

Or...

"Run!"

Yu Xiaogang turned and fled.

Channeling his divine power, he quickly distanced himself from the area, cursing as he ran:

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

"How could such an overpowered soul beast appear on the Douluo Continent!"

"Why didn't Little San tell me sooner!"

Luo Sanpao was also so frightened that it canceled the possession, turning into a streak of purple light to follow closely behind him.

Just like that, the man and the pig fled rapidly toward the west.

Yu Xiaogang had never run this fast in his entire life.

He kept looking back as he ran, and seeing that the black dragon was not pursuing him, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Hmph!"

"No matter how awesome you are, you're still just a soul beast. If you want to catch up to this god, wait another twenty thousand years!"

But would Di Tian really let him go?

Just as Yu Xiaogang's voice faded, a rift was torn into the space in front of him.

A pitch-black dragon claw reached out from within, and then, Di Tian in human form stepped out from the crack, his black robes fluttering in the wind as his golden eyes stared coldly at him.

The smugness on Yu Xiaogang's face instantly froze, and his heart fell into a panic.

"Don't you come over here!"

Di Tian did not stop; the Dragon God Claw on his right hand lit up once more, heading straight for Yu Xiaogang's chest.

"Sanpao, save me!"

Seeing this, Luo Sanpao did not hesitate in the slightest.

It darted out from behind Yu Xiaogang, its purple fur standing on end as its small body stretched to its limit.

It blocked the path in front of Yu Xiaogang, baring its two baby teeth and letting out a roar at Di Tian, attempting to scare him off.

A divine beast evolved from a Martial Soul?

Interesting.

This thought crossed Di Tian's mind, but he still did not stop.

"But you should still go to hell!"

The Dragon God Claw descended.

Without hesitation, without pulling his strength, the sharp dragon claw pierced through Luo Sanpao's small body.

"Hmph!"

With a short, sharp cry, purple-gold blood splattered through the air.

Luo Sanpao looked down at the wound on its chest, then turned back to look at the unharmed Yu Xiaogang, and finally, gave a reluctant smile...

Yu Xiaogang was stunned.

"Sanpao!!!"

Forced by the situation just now, he had forgotten one very important point.

That was, ever since he became the Fart God, Luo Sanpao had been nourished by the immortal spiritual energy of the God Realm and was no longer just a simple external Martial Soul.

Rather, it was a divine beast of the same origin as him!

And divine beasts possess life!

Di Tian retracted his dragon claw, and Luo Sanpao's body, losing its support, collapsed onto the ground.

Unlike in the past, this time Luo Sanpao did not return into Yu Xiaogang's body; instead, it lay on the ground, breathing out more than it breathed in.

"No!"

"Sanpao, hold on! You are a divine beast... you cannot die..."

Upon hearing this, Luo Sanpao closed its eyes and stretched out its legs.

It stopped breathing on the spot.

Yu Xiaogang scrambled frantically toward Luo Sanpao, tears streaming down his face as if they were worthless.

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

It was there when he was mocked, it was there when he was expelled from his clan, and it was still there when he was alone in the God Realm.

That Dragon God Claw, while powerful, could not kill a god.

At most, it would only leave him severely injured, and that was only if he took the blow head-on without any defenses; after all, he was, at the very least, a Third-Class God with a divine position.

But Luo Sanpao was different; it was merely an ordinary divine beast that could only fart.

Its defensive capabilities were not outstanding—in fact, they were quite poor—and its status in the God Realm was only equivalent to that of a divine official.

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

"Even though my strength is greater than yours, I still let you protect me..."

Watching this scene, Di Tian felt no ripples in his heart.

He had lived for hundreds of thousands of years and had seen too much life and death.

The death of a tiny divine beast was not worth a second glance.

He had even witnessed the fall of the Nine Great Dragon Kings with his own eyes.

"Are you done crying? It's your turn!"

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

"Di Tian, stop."

A cold, clear voice drifted from the horizon and reached Di Tian's ears, his Dragon God Claw now less than an inch from Yu Xiaogang.

"The Master?"

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

"Leave quickly!"

"Two gods are rushing toward your location; one is at the peak of First-Class God, and the other..."

"It seems to be... the divine sense of a God King!"

Di Tian's pupils constricted violently, and without a moment's hesitation, he acted.

His right hand, the Dragon God Claw, immediately tore through the surrounding space. He stepped into the rift, half his body already inside.

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

Feng Yan appeared instantly before Di Tian.

The speed was so fast that Di Tian could not even react.

Feng Yan reached his right hand into the spatial rift, grabbed Di Tian by the throat, and dragged him out of the rift by force.

Di Tian was struck with immense horror; in all his countless years of life, he had never seen anyone dare to reach their bare hand into a spatial rift.

Even more terrifying were the golden flames swirling around the arm of this unknown deity.

The spatial turbulence within the rift was as nothing before these flames.

"An eight-hundred-and-ninety-thousand-year-old Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, you use spatial power quite well!"

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

He had guessed the identity of the person before him.

Ten thousand years ago, ten gods were born on the Douluo Continent.

In the end, only eight ascended to the God Realm.

The God of Fire was one of them.

Just as Feng Yan was about to speak, Yu Xiaogang cried out from behind him:

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

Feng Yan was not surprised by Gangzi's stowaway act.

He had sensed a certain Fart God following them while he was still in the God Realm, but he had not cared.

If Gangzi didn't cause trouble, why would he bring Gangzi to the God Realm?

Anyway, the one with the headache was San Gege, not him.

Feng Yan turned his head, only to discover Luo Sanpao...

It had actually straightened out in this lifetime!!!

Just at this moment, Di Tian seized the opportunity and immediately struggled to break free with all his might.

As the Beast God, he absolutely could not fall here.

The Master's injuries had not yet healed; if he died, the soul beasts would not be far from extinction.

"Quiet!"

Feng Yan casually flicked a tiny wisp of Samadhi True Fire into Di Tian's body.

Pain!

Extreme, agonizing pain!

Di Tian felt every inch of flesh and blood within him burning.

He hurriedly mobilized soul power from his Soul Core, attempting to resist.

Yet that wisp of Golden Flame within him actually used the momentum of his soul power to burn even more fiercely.