Di Tian lay on the Lake of Life, staring blankly at the azure sky.
"I actually... lost?"
Di Tian could not accept it. He still could not believe that he had lost to Lin Ya, a little brat he could have wiped out with a wave of his hand just a few years ago.
But the facts were right before him.
Bi Ji had already come to his side. Emerald light covered Di Tian's body, allowing him to recover quickly.
Lin Ya had not dealt a killing blow. Although Di Tian looked miserable, his foundation had not been damaged. Given some time, he would recover.
That was the vitality of the dragon race. You had to admit it was absurd.
Lin Ya descended from the air, and only then did Di Tian rise from the lake's surface.
"You... won..."
Di Tian finally acknowledged his defeat.
Perhaps Lin Ya had shocked him too many times. Di Tian was far less devastated by losing to Lin Ya than he had been when he lost to Huo Yuhao in the original timeline.
In fact, in the eyes of Di Tian and the other great ferocious beasts, losing to a freak like Lin Ya was nothing shameful.
It truly was not shameful. Forget Di Tian—even now, those students who had lost to Lin Ya in the Soul Master Tournament back then bragged every day about having fought the Heavenly Emperor Douluo, even claiming they had suffered a damn narrow defeat.
The problem was that Lin Ya could not even refute them, because everything they said was true.
At that moment, the Silver Dragon King's voice rose from the bottom of the lake. "Lin Ya, your current strength is no weaker than that of a third-class god. This Douluo Continent... is now your domain."
"You