The Dragon God's Claw's Complete Form, Nine-Colored Dragon God's Claw!

Yang Jian raised the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in his hand. Its dark golden shaft turned beneath the lingering glow of the setting sun, trailing brilliant streams of light.

Those streams flowed along the spear's body, sliding from the butt end to the tip. They lingered briefly on the three gleaming blades before dripping away and vanishing into the air.

His wrist dipped slightly, and the spearhead pointed straight at Di Tian. The three blades glinted with cold light beneath the sunset, their tip aimed at Di Tian's enormous dragon head.

His killing intent was overwhelming, showing not the slightest restraint because of his opponent's identity or strength.

"Yang Jian, is it? I will remember you."

Di Tian nodded his dragon head, that mountain-sized head lowering slightly.

His golden vertical pupils lingered on Yang Jian for a moment, the emotions churning within them extraordinarily complex.

Recognition, admiration, and above all, cold and unwavering killing intent.

"Yang Jian, you truly are exceptional. Your talent, temperament, and combat strength are all among the finest."

Di Tian spoke neither hurriedly nor slowly, as though delivering a final farewell.

"If you were allowed to become an Ultimate Douluo, none of the three people I mentioned would be your match."

This was Di Tian's most honest judgment.

Although Tang Chen, Qian Daoliu, and Bo Saixi were all once-in-a-century prodigies among human Soul Masters, at Yang Jian's age and cultivation level, they had absolutely not been as strong as he was.

If Yang Jian were allowed to grow smoothly into a level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo, his strength would surpass the entire human Soul Master world, making him an unprecedented strongest being on this continent.

"However—"

Di Tian paused.

The regret in his golden vertical pupils was replaced by resolute killing intent at that moment, and his voice