Di Tian VS Yun Ming, Who is Stronger?

Yun Ming hovered high in the air, looking down at the myriad of lights in the city below, a trace of melancholy in his heart.

He had just patrolled the city, dismantling several hideouts of Evil Soul Masters.

However, they were not of the same caliber as the first group he had discovered; the strongest among them was merely a Spirit King.

No matter how he interrogated them, those Evil Soul Masters would rather die than reveal the purpose of their mission or the whereabouts of the Ghost Emperor.

"Although I have eliminated some Evil Soul Masters, the mastermind remains at large, and the hidden danger persists," Yun Ming sighed softly.

Today's actions had already alerted the enemy; in the coming days, the Evil Soul Masters would likely go into hiding, making it even harder to track their movements.

Suddenly, Yun Ming sensed a powerful dark aura emerging inexplicably from the southeast.

"Who could it be? To possess such a pure and profound dark-attribute spirit power."

Yun Ming muttered to himself, searching his memory for anyone who could match this aura.

After a long while, he gave up on the recollection.

He would simply go over and investigate for himself; besides, that direction seemed to be where the child he met earlier resided.

While hunting Evil Soul Masters, Yun Ming had taken the time to look into Tang Heng's background. Shrek Academy students were spread across the Federation, and although investigating someone's privacy like this was not permitted by law, he could obtain the information with just a word.

"Let's go and see who this sacred individual really is."

Yun Ming moved, and in the next instant, he appeared before Di Tian and the others.

"Yo, what a coincidence, we meet again."

Yun Ming said softly, greeting Tang Heng.

"Heh, whether it's a coincidence or not, isn't that entirely up to you?"

Yun Ming stood with his hands behind his back, subtly observing Na'er and Gu Yue beside Tang Heng.

Of course, his gaze ultimately settled on Di Tian.

Just by standing there, Di Tian gave Yun Ming the feeling of facing a mountain—steady and towering; these were the impressions he received.

In his memory, no one could compare to this person in terms of presence.

The vicissitudes revealed in those eyes seemed to have witnessed ten thousand years of human history, and combined with a cultivation base that was restrained yet still terrifying, Yun Ming could confirm that he had never met this nameless powerhouse before.

Although they had not formally crossed hands, in his mind, Di Tian's strength was enough to rank in the top tier.

"May I ask how to address you? This Humble One is Yun Ming, Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion."

Di Tian said indifferently, "You lead with the Sea God Pavilion; do you truly believe everyone in this world fears your Shrek?"

"We are reclusive individuals with no possibility of meeting again, so there is no need for you to inquire who I am."

Yun Ming raised an eyebrow. How many years had it been? Ever since he became the Sea God Pavilion Master under the title of the world's number one, no one had dared to speak to him in such a tone for a long time.

In the past, he might have been unable to resist challenging Di Tian to a duel.

The current Yun Ming had long since sheathed his former sharpness and understood the predicament of Shrek Academy having too many enemies. Unless necessary, he would not proactively offend an unknown powerhouse whose strength might not be inferior to his own.

"Hahaha, you are truly indifferent, Your Excellency."

Having said that, Yun Ming looked at Tang Heng and continued, "Have you thought it over? Would you like to become my disciple?"

"No, I already have a teacher."

Yun Ming was slightly stunned upon hearing this. His gaze shifted to Di Tian, and he understood everything in an instant. "Don't speak nonsense; what if you trouble the senior?"

"It is indeed true. Just now, while I was looking for the young lady, I took the liberty of accepting... Heng'er."

"It seems there is no master-disciple fate between us."

Yun Ming shook his head, not expecting that in the time it took him to kill some Evil Soul Masters, the promising seedling he had his eye on had been snatched up by someone else.

However, this was also fine. At least the other party was not from a faction like the Spirit Pagoda or the War God Temple. He would not offend a reclusive family, and thus, no grudges would be formed.

Even if Tang Heng grew up in the future, he would not threaten their Shrek Academy.

Yun Ming stopped looking at Tang Heng and focused his attention entirely on Di Tian.

Suddenly, he bowed and cupped his fists, his tone solemn:

"This Humble One dares to request a spar with you. Not as the Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion, but representing only myself."

Di Tian raised his eyes slightly and looked at Tang Heng.

Tang Heng nodded, signaling him to accept, provided he did not reveal his identity.

Yun Ming had fought his way up since he was a child. Even his wife, Ya Li, had been won over from the Federation, having defeated sixteen Title Douluos in a row to marry her.

Previously, he had cut down three God-level mechas in the Ming Capital, threatening that if the Council made another move against him, he would destroy the city. He could be called the number one madman on the continent today.

Later, he fought the War God Temple Master Chen Xinjie for three days and three nights. It was only after his marriage that he retired to the Sea God Pavilion, focusing on his cultivation and polishing his demigod status, which gradually tempered his edge.

Now, seeing Di Tian, both being peerless powerhouses, he naturally felt the thrill of the hunt.

Not inviting a battle would certainly not fit Yun Ming's personality.

"Very well, three moves to decide the outcome."

"Let's head to the sea. Fighting here would only end up harming the innocent."

With those words, the two figures vanished from the spot, leaving Tang Heng and the others to exchange bewildered glances.

"Wait, why didn't Di Tian take me along!"

Tang Heng complained with dissatisfaction.

Na'er wore a puzzled expression as she asked, "Big Brother, why do you want to go watch Uncle Di Tian fight that arrogant man?"

Tang Heng glanced at Na'er, shook his head, and gave her a look of understanding.

"You're still young; you don't understand that the most enduring pastime since ancient times is watching crickets fight."

Guan Yu fighting Qin Qiong will always be the most classic spectacle—a must-see event, one might say.

One is the Beast God, who has just broken through the shackles of nine hundred thousand years, stepping half a foot into the level of a million-year soul beast, his cultivation level already extremely close to the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King.

Furthermore, Di Tian's true form is the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, formerly the captain of the Dragon God's personal guard, and the dragon with the purest bloodline outside of the Dragon God's avatars—the Gold Dragon King and Silver Dragon King—and the nine dragon sons.

On the other side, Yun Ming's track record is equally brilliant; his Sky-Prop Spear has left him without a rival under the heavens, and he even sought to create a demigod position to ascend to godhood despite the disappearance of the God Realm and the suppression of the Douluo Plane.

A battle this intense—witnessing it with one's own eyes would be worth the price of admission even if it meant dying!

What a bloodthirsty spectator.

Tang Heng shook his head, looked at Gu Yue, and after a moment of hesitation, said:

"Since those two have gone off to fight, there's no point in you just staying here. Why don't you come shopping with me?"

Tang Heng extended an invitation to Gu Yue.

"The Braised Pot Beef, a specialty of Eastsea City, is something you absolutely must taste."

Gu Yue nodded slightly, maintaining the mystery and elegance of the Silver Dragon King as she followed behind Tang Heng and Na'er.

She, too, wanted to see with her own eyes what the human world was truly like.

Moreover, being with Tang Heng always made her feel an inexplicable sense of peace.

Out on the ocean not far away, the clash between two of the era's greatest powerhouses had officially begun.