When I Was Almost Beaten to Death, Where Were You Guys?

At a subtle glance from the Silver Dragon King, Di Tian and the others stiffened. No matter how unwilling they were, they could only rein in their massive beast forms.

Lights flashed in succession as several ferocious beasts transformed into human forms.

Only the Three-Eyed Golden Lion, who looked as if she had been forged from gold, remained unchanged. She was merely five thousand years old, her cultivation still too shallow to take human form. She could only lie obediently on the grass, studying Nan Feng with curiosity and vigilance through her spirit-filled vertical eye.

Holding Bibi Dong, Nan Feng walked forward at an unhurried pace.

Whoosh—!

The ferocious beasts across from him instantly tensed, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Nan Feng stopped, his gaze sweeping over these once-lofty overlords of Star Dou Forest. His tone was calm.

"I've always been fairly easy to talk to. But if you don't even have the most basic manners for receiving guests, then I can only do as the locals do and greet you using the most primitive method of communication among soul beasts."

"To be honest, in my current clone's condition, if I were compared to that mad dog with the hammer yesterday who was fighting for his life, my ultimate burst of power definitely wouldn't match his. But if it's only the level of strength he showed when he first clashed head-on with someone's Dragon God Claw, I can more or less manage that."

Nan Feng's gaze sharpened as killing intent poured forth without concealment.

"So, if you really want to fight, I don't mind spending a minute or so making all of you lie neatly across this grass."

The Silver Dragon King raised her crystalline hand, stopping the ferocious beasts who were on the verge of erupting.

"Don't move."