Dare to Steal My Kill? Holy Spirit Cult's Underworld Emperor Sneak Attacks and Heavily Injures Di Tian!

With Di Tian's roar tearing through the firmament, the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest plunged into an unprecedented state of berserk frenzy.

Even with a massive, bone-deep hole in his chest blasted open by a Level 11 Soul Guidance Cannon, from which divine blood surged wildly, this Beast God who had ruled the Douluo Continent for hundreds of thousands of years still displayed his peerless pride and foundation.

He did not retreat; instead, he squeezed out every ounce of his million-year cultivation and that trace of pure Dragon God bloodline without reservation!

"Hum!"

The elements between heaven and earth rioted completely at this moment; wind, fire, water, earth, light, darkness, space...

All the powers of the laws were converging frantically toward the right claw Di Tian held high.

A terrifying phantom of a dragon claw, spanning tens of thousands of meters and shimmering with a seven-colored divine halo, slowly took shape above the firmament.

This strike not only locked onto the Vanguard Titan, but even sealed off the space for hundreds of miles around.

It carried a tragic momentum of "either you die or I perish."

"Good fellow, going berserk at low health, are you? Do you really think I'm afraid of you!"

Inside the cockpit, Luo Feng's eyes turned completely cold.

Facing this semi-divine strike capable of instantly slaying a Level 99 quasi-god, he had no intention of backing down in the slightest.

"BT, Level 12 God-Slaying Soul Guidance Cannon, has the main cannon finished charging?"

[Report, Ironclad: The Level 12 God-Slaying array is fully loaded!

Truth reconstruction complete, target locked: Beast God Di Tian. Ready to fire at any time!]

The armor on the Vanguard Titan's chest bloomed outward like a lotus flower.

A sphere of "absolute void" energy, which possessed no color and would swallow even light that drew near, was slowly rotating deep within the cannon barrel.

It emitted no pressure, yet the moment it took shape, even the seven-colored Dragon God Claw in mid-air fluctuated violently, as if it had encountered a natural predator.

Just as this pure fantasy ultimate kill and the pinnacle of physical technology were about to collide, at this critical moment when everyone held their breath in anticipation of the apocalypse!

A sudden change occurred!

"Hehehehe!"

An extremely harsh, chilling laughter, as if thousands of vengeful spirits were wailing in the depths of one's soul simultaneously, exploded from the void behind Di Tian without warning!

The timing of this sound was vicious to the extreme.

It hit exactly the microsecond when Di Tian had gathered all his strength into the Dragon God Claw, leaving his back in a state of absolute defensive vacuum!

"Who goes there?"

Di Tian's pupils constricted violently, and an intense sense of mortal crisis surged from his spine straight to his crown.

But with his old strength spent and new strength yet to be born, he was unable to turn back to defend himself!

"Rip!"

The previously empty void was forcibly torn apart by a pair of withered, skeletal ghost hands.

Following that, a terrifying longsword, pale white in its entirety and surrounded by the wails of countless vengeful spirits, struck out viciously from the void crack like a viper flicking its tongue!

This was the prototype of the Holy Spirit Cult's super-divine artifact, the Underworld King Sword!

This longsword, carrying endless death energy, met with no resistance.

With extreme precision and malice, it plunged straight into the massive bloody hole in Di Tian's chest that had been blasted open by the Level 11 Soul Guidance Cannon!

"Puchi!"

The cold Underworld King Sword pierced directly through Di Tian's dragon body, exiting from his chest and bringing with it a long spray of scorching, golden-shimmering dragon blood!

"Argh!!!"

Di Tian let out a scream of extreme agony.

His right hand, held high, instantly lost all strength, and the seven-colored Dragon God Claw phantom that was destroying the heavens and earth in the sky collapsed with a boom as it lost its power support.

"Lord Di Tian!!!"

Below, the King of Myriad Demons and Zi Ji let out heart-wrenching cries of grief.

They tried to rush forward to rescue him, but were tightly bound by countless dark green ghost hands spreading from the void, unable to move an inch.

"Hehehe...

As expected of the King of the Star Dou Great Forest, the taste of this god-level dragon blood is truly intoxicating!"

Accompanying the hair-raising, maniacal laughter, a withered old man draped in wide, ink-green robes and shrouded in thick, deathly aura slowly stepped out from the void.

He gripped the Underworld Emperor Sword that pierced Di Tian's body tightly, greedily sucking up the golden dragon blood flowing down the blade.

A level 99 Limit Douluo, a quasi-god realm expert, and a core member of the Holy Spirit Cult's top brass—the Underworld Emperor!

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

Di Tian stared fixedly at the foul-smelling evil soul master before him, his golden eyes filled with monstrous hatred and humiliation.

As the dignified Beast God, he would have accepted death if he had fallen in a fair, head-on confrontation.

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

"Don't look at This Seat with those eyes; you are already a toothless old dragon."

The Underworld Emperor licked the dragon blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze filled with undisguised greed.

"The resurrection of the Demon Emperor requires an immense amount of blood and vitality. This Seat will gladly accept your flesh and blood."

Having said that, the Underworld Emperor slowly turned his head, looking down condescendingly at the massive Vanguard Titan on the ground.

A curve of extreme arrogance, believing himself to be in total control of the situation, hooked at the corner of his mouth.

"Human brat, This Seat really must thank you."

"If your Mecha hadn't fought to the death to shatter Di Tian's black dragon barrier, This Seat's Underworld Emperor Sword might not have been able to pierce him so easily."

"As a reward, This Seat will show mercy today and leave your corpse intact."

"Once This Seat has drained this old dragon dry, I will come to collect your soul!"

In the Underworld Emperor's view, Luo Feng had just fired two level 11 Soul Guidance Cannons in succession.

That strange Mecha must now be in a state of energy depletion and overload, at the end of its rope.

His appearance now was the perfect way to reap the rewards and sweep the board!

However, faced with this incredibly arrogant declaration from the Underworld Emperor, Luo Feng, sitting in the cockpit of the Vanguard Titan, wore an extremely strange expression.

Luo Feng did not speak.

He simply stared at the deep purple dot on the radar screen that had suddenly appeared and overlapped with Di Tian.

Then, only three words flashed frantically in his mind:

Kill stealing?

"F*** your grandfather!!!"

After a brief, dead silence, a roar of rage a hundred times more violent than Di Tian's previous bellow exploded through the Vanguard Titan's loudspeakers!

This sudden, foul-mouthed outburst stunned the Underworld Emperor, who was in the middle of posturing.

"You... what are you cursing about?"

The Underworld Emperor was momentarily taken aback.

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

"Who the hell do you think you are, daring to steal my experience pack!"

"Do you have any idea how deep the experience pool of a semi-god level black dragon is?! Can you afford to pay for it?!"

"Old thing, get your dirty hands off my loot right now! Otherwise, I'll scatter your ashes so thoroughly there won't be a speck left!"

Luo Feng's roar was laced with the extreme fury of someone protecting their food.

The arrogant attitude of treating the Beast God as "loot" made even Di Tian, who was hanging on the Underworld Emperor Sword, feel a deep sense of humiliation.

"Stubborn ant!"

The Underworld Emperor finally reacted, his aged face instantly turning the color of liver, laughing in extreme anger.

"You dare fight over things with This Seat when you're at death's door? Can that piece of scrap metal of yours even fire a single bullet now?"

"Go to hell!"