A Hair's Breadth from Death: The Inner Core and the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear Fused?

"As a Soul Saint, you have already given me far too many surprises."

Di Tian's golden pupils reflected Yang Jian's unyielding figure, and his words carried undisguised admiration.

Its voice echoed between heaven and earth, intertwining with the destructive ripples emanating from the Nine-Colored Dragon Claw.

For a Soul Saint to endure to this point had already far exceeded all of Di Tian's expectations.

"But—"

Its tone shifted, and the undisguised admiration turned into equally undisguised regret within those two short words.

Its dragon head leaned forward slightly, its gaze like two golden swords piercing straight into Yang Jian.

"You are not a soul beast, much less a dragon."

Its gaze swept over Yang Jian's blood-red hair, billowing amid the energy storm, before finally returning to his face.

Di Tian sighed inwardly—

Why did such a youth have to be human?

"If you possessed either of those qualities, I would have shown mercy, spared your life, and accepted you as my personal disciple."

Di Tian spoke slowly.

Revealing its truest thoughts at that moment.

If Yang Jian were a soul beast, then with his talent and temperament, he would surely grow into the foremost of the Ten Great Ferocious Beasts. He might even step into that godly realm which even Di Tian could only look up to.

If Yang Jian were a dragon, that would have been even better. No worthy genius had appeared among the pure-blooded descendants of the Black Dragon Clan for a very long time. With Yang Jian's talent, it would not have been impossible for him to lead the dragon race in the future.

But he was human.

"So now, I can only grant you death."

As those words fell, Di Tian hesitated no longer.

It knew that it had already given this human youth far