The Senior is Benevolent, Just Slapping Him a Few Times!

Within that chaotic subspace, enveloped by endless Elemental Storm.

Di Tian was violently thrown out of the portal by Lin Feng.

Before he could even regain his balance, his face, already swollen like a pig's head, made intimate contact with the ground in a classic "face-stop" motion.

"Laugh--!!!"

His face had carved a deep trench, hundreds of meters long, into the hard ground.

The smell of burning flesh mingled with the rising dust.

Finally, he continued his momentum, gliding straight to the feet of that towering silver figure before finally coming to a stop.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, completed in one go.

However, as the ruler of this space and the supreme sovereign of the Soul Beast Clan, the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena did not even spare him a glance.

Her enormous purple dragon eyes, containing the stars and the universe, were fixed on the gate of light, and in the deepest part of her pupils, unprecedented waves of turmoil surged.

God!

Without a doubt, that was a true god!

Moreover, its power far surpasses that of any Deity she has ever encountered in the Divine Realm!

He could even casually tear open the subspace he had constructed with a large amount of divine power, a space completely isolated from the Douluo Continent!

What does this mean?

This means that his greatest reliance and last refuge are utterly useless in the face of this mysterious Deity!

The seven Elemental God within Gu Yuena's body (I forget if it was seven or nine) had begun to operate wildly and uncontrollably, preparing for a final, desperate battle.

But the next second...

What happened next made her heart stop.

The man, so powerful that he made her despair, actually waved his hand casually, just as he had said, after giving her a series of inexplicable "complaints."

That door of light, which had shattered all her sense of security, simply vanished...

It was as if it had never existed.

The spatial storm continued to howl, and nothing around them changed.

The Silver Dragon King was stunned.

He... just left like that?

She waited for a long time, making sure the other person's presence had completely disappeared, before her extremely tense heartstrings finally relaxed.

Only then did she slowly lower her proud dragon head and turn her gaze to her feet, where Di Tian was still frozen in place, his mind blank.

"Di Tian".

Gu Yuena's voice was cold and authoritative, devoid of any emotion.

"What happened?"

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the Maple Dye Pavilion.

After casually closing the portal, Lin Feng felt refreshed and his mind was clear.

The Evil Fire I felt from being provoked by that idiot Di Tian has finally been released.

He clapped his hands, preparing to sit back on his throne and take a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

But when he turned his head, he saw an incredibly bizarre scene.

Qian Daoliu, Bo Saixi, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Ning Fengzhi... everyone, without exception, remained frozen in various stiff postures, as if they had been glared at by Medusa.

On everyone's face was a strange expression, a mixture of blankness, astonishment, and a desire to laugh but not daring to.

Lin Feng's smug expression froze slightly.

Only then did he belatedly realize what had happened.

I think I... might have lost my composure just now?

That phrase, "I'll go to hell!"—so full of the essence of traditional Chinese culture—was it shouted a bit too loudly?

And then there was that series of slaps...

Lin Feng's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

It's over.

My aloof, lazy, and sophisticated image seems to be... cracking.

The scene instantly descended into an awkward and suffocating atmosphere.

Just as Lin Feng was pondering whether he should use an excuse like "the majesty of the gods is unfathomable" to get by,

Qian Daoliu and the others finally recovered from the extreme shock.

When they saw the look in Lin Feng's eyes, everyone shuddered, like students caught daydreaming in class by their teacher.

"Cough cough!"

In the end, it was Ning Fengzhi, the shrewd and resourceful sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, who was the first to break the awkward silence.

He cleared his throat, then put on an indignant and empathetic expression, and fiercely denounced the air.

"That Beast God Di Tian! He truly infuriates me!"

"Incoherent and rambling, completely incomprehensible! He's like a rock in a latrine, both stinking and hard!"

Ning Fengzhi looked heartbroken and pounded his chest in frustration.

"If I weren't a support-type Soul Master who isn't good at fighting, I would definitely have rushed up and kicked him a couple of times to vent my anger!"

His words, like a signal, instantly awakened everyone.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Demon Bear Douluo slapped his thigh and echoed in a muffled voice, his face filled with pure anger.

"I've never seen such a stupid Soul Beast! When the senior asked him a question, he kept talking about other things. Talking to him is harder than talking to my pet sloth!"

"That's right!" Chrysanthemum Douluo pinched his pinky finger, his face full of disdain. "That kind of stupid thing doesn't deserve to die! Senior, it would be dirty for you to personally teach him a lesson!"

"Exactly! That Di Tian is utterly stubborn and foolish! Senior, you are so kind-hearted, you only slapped him a few times, that's already incredibly merciful! If you ask me, you should chop off his claws and roast them for meat!"

"Roasted meat? Elder Ling Yuan is absolutely right!"

In an instant, everyone spoke up, vying to condemn Di Tian's stupidity and despicable nature.

The scene was so conspicuous that anyone who didn't know better would have thought they had some kind of irreconcilable feud with Di Tian.

Everyone tacitly attributed Lin Feng's loss of composure perfectly to Di Tian.

--It's not that you lost your composure, senior; it's that the Soul Beast named Di Tian is just too infuriating!

--I would have done the same!

--You've already shown great restraint, senior!

Hearing everyone's heartfelt and righteous words of "speaking out for justice," the embarrassment on Lin Feng's face finally faded away.

Yes, that's right.

That's exactly the point.

It's not that I lack manners, it's just that that idiot was too infuriating.

With this in mind, Lin Feng accepted the way out offered by everyone without any qualms, regaining his calm and collected demeanor, and simply waved his hand dismissively.

"Alright, he's just an idiot, not worth mentioning."

Seeing that Lin Feng was no longer pursuing the matter, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as the atmosphere was returning to harmony, an untimely voice suddenly rang out.

"Um..." Ghost Leopard Douluo scratched the back of his head, pointed to the trembling figure not far away, and asked cautiously, "Senior, what about... that Soul Beast?"

Upon hearing this, everyone remembered that there was one "spoils of war" left behind.

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to the purple-haired woman who had just been kicked away by Lin Feng, and who was now covering her dark circles and buttocks with a look of terror on her face.

She was being watched by so many powerful humans, especially by that gaze that made her soul tremble.

The Hell Dragon King and the Ferocious Beast Zi JI suddenly shuddered.