Golden Flying Dragon Sacrifice, Di Tian's Power

"Human boy." Di Tian looked at Zhao Ming, his tone calm yet carrying an unquestionable authority. "Your spiritual power is nearly exhausted. If you keep fighting, you will surely die. I'll take down this Golden Flying Dragon for you."

With that, Di Tian turned around to face the enraged Golden Flying Dragon.

The moment the Golden Flying Dragon saw Di Tian, its body suddenly stiffened. For the first time, fear appeared in its crimson-gold vertical pupils.

As a powerful Soul Beast possessing the Golden Dragon Bloodline, the Golden Flying Dragon could practically roam unhindered through the core region of the Star Dou Forest.

But it knew very well that there were certain existences in this forest that it absolutely could not provoke.

And the middle-aged man before it, dressed in black robes with cold golden eyes, was one of those existences.

The Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, Di Tian—the true overlord of the Star Dou Forest.

The Golden Flying Dragon instinctively took a step back, its wings drawing in slightly as it let out a low whimper. It was a posture of submission, the instinctive response of a lower-ranking dragon before a higher-ranking one.

Di Tian looked at the Golden Flying Dragon and slowly raised his right hand. His palm was long and powerful, his five fingers slightly spread as his palm faced the Golden Flying Dragon.

"Kneel." Di Tian's voice was not loud, but it exploded in the Golden Flying Dragon's mind like thunder from the heavens.

A terrifying pressure from the depths of his bloodline erupted from Di Tian. It was the absolute suppression of the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King over lesser dragon breeds, the crushing disparity between Dragon Clan bloodline ranks.

The Golden Flying Dragon's body began to tremble violently. It desperately tried to resist the pressure, but