Di Tian Didn't Even Regard Him Highly, Much Less Lan Lingcang! (Please Keep Reading)

Di Tian was furious as well, and his dragon's might erupted instantly.

Xiong Jun's movements paused for a moment under the pressure.

He glanced at Di Tian and snorted, but he still withdrew his claws.

"What do you mean by this?"

Di Tian said coldly, "I told you, we'll discuss this after I'm done dealing with it. Can't you understand?"

Xiong Jun bared his teeth, but he ultimately did not talk back.

Though he usually did not think much of Di Tian, the other man's cultivation was indeed superior to his.

There was no need to completely fall out in front of so many people.

Lan Lingcang watched the scene and suddenly laughed.

"You want to fight? Fine."

"Wait until I recover from my injuries."

"If you refuse to accept me, I'll beat you until you do."

Hearing that, Xiong Jun shook off Di Tian's hand, and his expression became much more restrained.

Yet he remained arrogant as he said in a muffled voice, "Fine. I won't take advantage of your condition either."

"Once you recover, I'll make my move. Let's see what you're capable of!"

Among this group of Ferocious Beasts, he did not even regard Di Tian, who possessed the Black Dragon Bloodline, highly. Lan Lingcang was even less worth mentioning.

The only reason he was currently beneath Di Tian was because his cultivation was lower.

If their cultivation levels were equal, he believed Di Tian would be no match for him at all.

Lan Lingcang ignored him and closed his eyes to begin recovering from his injuries.

Bi Ji continued treating him, emerald-green light enveloping his body.

Di Tian stood to one side, looking at Lan Lingcang before turning to Xiong Jun and lightly shaking his head.

This brute had no idea what he was facing.

At the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Qingluan Douluo emerged from the dense forest in a sorry state with his five remaining subordinates.

He looked back at the dark, deep forest behind him, his heart incomparably heavy.

More than sixty had arrived in grand force, yet only six, including him, were returning.

Those Soul Sages, Soul Douluos, and the two Title Douluos had all failed to make it out.

Qingluan clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

This loss was enough to severely wound Spirit Hall.

The Soul Sages and even the Soul Douluos were one thing.

But the two Title Douluo elders had failed to return. That was a considerable loss.

He said nothing more, merely waved his hand and led the remaining few toward Spirit City.

This matter had to be reported to the Grand Pontiff as soon as possible.

In another direction.

Chen Jianjun, one arm severed, emerged from the forest with Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and the remaining members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The atmosphere within the group was equally oppressive.

They had arrived full of confidence, only to lose more than half their manpower on the way back.

If Sect Master Ning Fengzhi saw this sight, who knew what he would think.

Chen Xin supported his father and remained silent throughout the journey, but the killing intent in his eyes never faded.

Gu Rong walked at the rear, occasionally looking back toward the forest as if afraid something would chase after them.

Thus, the group silently set out on their journey home.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's party also withdrew from another direction.

Yu Yuanzhen walked at the front, his face dark as iron.

Though he had kept his life, more than half of the clan's elite that he had brought with him had been lost.

They had all been the future backbone of the clan.

He took a deep breath, did not look back, and led the surviving clansmen toward their sect.

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao of the Clear Sky Sect likewise withdrew with the survivors.

Both wore terrible expressions. The Great Elder was dead, and once that news reached the sect, no one knew how great a commotion it would cause.

Yet they had no other choice. They could only steel themselves and return to face it.

Several days later.

Spirit Hall, Pope Palace.

At this moment, the atmosphere within the great hall was especially grave.

Qian Xunji sat in the seat of honor, his expression gloomy.

Qian Daoliu sat beside him with his eyes closed, his face expressionless.

Qingluan Douluo stood in the center of the hall, giving a detailed report on this expedition to the Star Dou Great Forest.

"You're saying that Blue Silver Emperor had cultivation of around three hundred thousand years?"

Qian Xunji frowned, his tone somewhat disbelieving.

"Yes, and that wasn't all."

Qingluan said with a bitter smile, "This time, we encountered not only the Blue Silver Clan, but also the Titan Giant Ape, the Sky Azure Bull Python, and a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit."

"The Titan Giant Ape and Sky Azure Bull Python are both kings of the Star Dou Great Forest, yet they actually followed the commands of Blue Silver Emperor."

"We knew nothing of this before. Otherwise, we would not have sent only one Super Douluo—you—to go."

Qian Xunji's frown deepened.

"So, our soul-hunting operation this time kicked an iron plate?"

"You could put it that way." Qingluan sighed. "Around sixty Soul Masters went with me, but only five returned with me."

"The two elders, Kuang Ren and Sui Yan, failed to escape."

Qian Xunji fell silent. The loss of two Title Douluos was no small blow to Spirit Hall.

"Just how strong was Blue Silver Emperor? Did you manage to test him?"

Qingluan shook his head. "I did not choose to fight him head-on at the time. Instead, I chose two Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Kings as my opponents."

"I was fortunate enough to escape using my speed, so I cannot accurately gauge his true strength."

"However, Chen Jianjun of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect did fight him. Perhaps we can obtain some information from Chen Jianjun."

Qian Xunji nodded. "It seems that if we want to know Blue Silver Emperor's true strength, we'll have to visit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

He turned to Qian Daoliu. "Father, how should we handle this?"

Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes, his expression calm.

"Observe for a while first."

"At some point, gather the sect masters of the major sects and see what they think."

Qian Daoliu's thoughts were simple.

They would not actively provoke those Soul Beasts, but if those Soul Beasts later launched a beast tide against human Soul Masters, he would act.

He would suppress everything by himself.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi stood at the entrance to the great hall, waiting for the returning party.

When he saw Chen Jianjun walk in with one arm severed, he froze completely.

"Senior Sword!"

Ning Fengzhi hurried forward, the color instantly draining from his face.

"Your arm..."

"It's nothing."

Chen Jianjun waved his hand. Though his face was pale, his expression remained relatively calm.

"One arm in exchange for a breakthrough was worth it."

"A breakthrough?" Ning Fengzhi froze for a moment.

Chen Xin said quietly from the side, "Father broke through to Rank 97 during the battle."

Ning Fengzhi was both shocked and delighted, but when he saw Chen Jianjun's severed arm, that trace of joy was immediately washed away.

"Uncle Sword, take Senior Sword inside to rest first."

Chen Xin nodded and led his father inside.

Gu Rong remained outside the great hall and explained the specifics of the operation to Ning Fengzhi.

After hearing everything, Ning Fengzhi's expression changed several times.

Not only had they failed to hunt a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, they had lost more than half their manpower and even sacrificed one of Chen Jianjun's arms.