How Dare You Steal My Kill? The Underworld Emperor of the Holy Spirit Cult Ambushes and Gravely Wounds Di Tian!

As Di Tian's roar tore through the sky, the entire core of the Star Dou Great Forest fell into an unprecedented frenzy.

Even with a massive hole blasted through his chest by a Level 11 Soul Guidance Cannon, deep enough to expose bone, divine blood gushing from the wound,

the Beast God, who had ruled the Douluo Continent for hundreds of thousands of years, still showed his peerless pride and formidable reserves.

He didn't retreat. Instead, he squeezed every last drop from his million years of cultivation and that trace of pure Dragon God Bloodline!

"Vmmm!"

The elements of heaven and earth went completely berserk. Wind, fire, water, earth, light, darkness, space...

The power of every law converged madly on Di Tian's raised right claw.

A terrifying phantom dragon claw, spanning tens of thousands of meters and shimmering with a seven-colored, sacred radiance, slowly took shape in the sky.

This strike had locked onto Vanguard Titan—and even the surrounding hundreds of miles of space had been sealed off completely.

It carried the tragic resolve of kill or be killed.

"Would you look at that, he's going berserk on low health? You really think I'm afraid of you, you bastard?!"

Inside the cockpit, Luo Feng's expression turned utterly cold.

Faced with this demigod strike, powerful enough to kill a Level 99 quasi-god in an instant, he had no intention of backing down.

"BT, is the main cannon of the Level 12 God-Slaying Soul Guidance Cannon fully charged?"

[Reporting, Pilot: the Level 12 God-Slaying array is fully charged!

Truth reorganization complete. Target locked: Beast God Di Tian. Ready to fire at any time!]

The armor on Vanguard Titan's chest unfolded in every direction like a blooming lotus.

Deep inside the barrel, a colorless orb of energy slowly spun—"absolute nothingness," so complete that even light was devoured as it drew near.

It gave off no pressure at all, but the instant it took shape,

even the seven-colored Dragon God Claw in the sky shuddered violently, as if it had encountered its natural enemy.

Just as this pure fantasy-world killing blow and the pinnacle of physical technology were about to collide, and everyone held their breath, bracing for doomsday at this critical moment—

An unforeseen change suddenly arose!

"Ke ke ke ke!"

A piercing, sinister laugh rang out, as if countless vengeful ghosts were wailing from the depths of the soul all at once.

Without warning, it exploded in the empty space behind Di Tian!

The timing was vicious beyond belief.

It came at the precise microsecond when Di Tian had focused all his strength into the Dragon God Claw, leaving his back completely undefended!

"Who's there?"

Di Tian's pupils contracted sharply. An overwhelming sense of mortal danger shot from his spine straight to the crown of his head.

But he had already expended his strength, and his new power had yet to rise. He couldn't turn around to defend himself!

"Rip!"

A pair of skeletal ghost hands tore through the empty space.

Then a terrifying long sword, ghastly white from hilt to tip and surrounded by countless wailing vengeful spirits,

lunged viciously through the rift in space, like a venomous snake striking!

It was the Holy Spirit Cult's proto-Super Divine Artifact: the Underworld King Sword!

The longsword, steeped in endless death energy, met no resistance.

With deadly precision, it plunged into the huge hole in Di Tian's chest, the one blasted open by the Level 11 Soul Guidance Cannon!

"Pfft!"

The icy Underworld King Sword pierced straight through Di Tian's dragon body, emerging from his chest and bringing with it a long spray of scorching golden dragon blood!

"Ugh—AH!!!"

Di Tian let out an utterly anguished scream.

His raised right hand instantly went limp. In the sky, the phantom seven-colored Dragon God Claw, capable of destroying heaven and earth,

lost the power sustaining it and shattered with a thunderous crash.

"Lord Di Tian!!!"

Below, King of Myriad Demons and Zi JI cried out in heart-rending anguish.

They tried to rush to his aid, but countless dark green ghost hands spread from the void and bound them fast, leaving them unable to move.

"Ke ke ke...

As expected of the king of the Star Dou Great Forest. The taste of this divine-level dragon blood is truly intoxicating!"

Amid a chilling burst of laughter,

a gaunt old man in a loose, dark green robe, shrouded in dense death energy, slowly stepped out of the void.

He gripped the Underworld King Sword, still run through Di Tian's body, and greedily lapped up the golden dragon blood trickling down its blade.

A Level 99 Limit Douluo, a quasi-god, and one of the absolute core leaders among the Holy Spirit Cult's One Emperor, Two Lords, and Four Heavenly Kings—the Underworld Emperor!

"Holy Spirit Cult... Underworld Emperor..."

Di Tian glared at the stinking Evil Soul Master before him. His golden eyes blazed with boundless hatred and humiliation.

He was the Beast God. If he had died in a direct confrontation, he would have accepted it.

But he had never imagined that at the most critical moment, he would be ambushed by a rat hiding in the shadows!

"Don't look at me like that. You're just an old dragon with no teeth left."

The Underworld Emperor licked the dragon blood from his lips, undisguised greed filling his eyes.

"Her Majesty the Demon Empress needs an immense amount of Bloodline Power to be revived. I'll gladly take that flesh and blood of yours."

Then the Underworld Emperor slowly turned and looked down at the enormous Vanguard Titan on the ground.

His lips curled into an unbearably smug smile, as though he had the whole situation under control.

"Human boy, I really must thank you."

"If your mecha hadn't fought so hard to break Di Tian's Black Dragon defenses, my Underworld King Sword might not have pierced him so easily."

"In return, I'll show you mercy and leave your corpse intact today. Once I've drained this old dragon dry, I'll come collect your soul!"

In the Underworld Emperor's eyes, Luo Feng had fired two Level 11 Soul Guidance Cannons just moments ago.

That strange mecha must be out of energy now, pushed to its limit and on the verge of overloading.

He had appeared at the perfect moment to reap the rewards and take everything for himself!

Yet faced with the Underworld Emperor's outrageously arrogant declaration,

Luo Feng, seated in Vanguard Titan's cockpit, wore an extremely strange expression.

He said nothing.

He simply stared at the deep purple dot that had suddenly appeared on the radar screen, overlapping with Di Tian's position.

Then only three words flashed wildly through his mind:

Stealing my kill?

"FUCK YOU!!!"

After a brief, dead silence, a furious curse—one hundred times more ferocious than Di Tian's roar—boomed through Vanguard Titan's loudspeakers!

The sudden outburst left the Underworld Emperor, who'd been busy showing off, completely dumbfounded.

"Y-you... what are you cursing about?"

The Underworld Emperor froze for a moment.

"I'm cursing you, you shameless old mummy!

Who the hell do you think you are, stealing my experience points?!"

"Do you have any idea how deep the experience pool of a demigod-level Black Dragon is?! Can you afford to compensate me?!"

"Old bastard, get your filthy hands off my spoils! Otherwise, I'll scatter you so thoroughly there won't be a speck of ash left!"

Luo Feng's roar was packed with ferocious, possessive fury.

His brazen attitude of treating the Beast God as "spoils" filled even Di Tian, dangling from the Underworld King Sword, with deep humiliation.

"Stubborn ant!"

The Underworld Emperor finally came to his senses. His old face turned purplish red, and he laughed in furious disbelief.

"On the brink of death, and you still dare fight me over loot? Can that hunk of scrap even fire another bullet?

Die!"