This humble monk is Wujing, World-Honored One of the Buddhist Sect! Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World-Honored Ksitigarbha...

Beast God Di Tian glanced back at the apocalyptic scene behind the beast tide. His pupils abruptly contracted into needlepoints, and every dragon scale on his body stood on end like the fur of a cat whose tail had been stepped on!

A million Soul Beasts slain in a single strike!

Even with two Godhoods in his possession, containing pride divine power and dark divine power, he knew in his heart that he could scarcely accomplish such a feat.

This boy is terrifying beyond belief. I must eliminate him before I can rest easy!

Beast God Di Tian spread his enormous dragon wings, accelerating further.

He understood perfectly well that, however powerful Yang Ming might be, he had yet to become a god. So long as that remained true, after unleashing such a powerful skill, the Soul Power in his body could not possibly sustain another fierce battle.

In other words, Yang Ming was in a weakened state!

Strike while he was ailing and take his life!

The enormous shadow of his dragon wings enveloped everyone below. A vicious light blazed in Beast God Di Tian's dragon eyes. He drew a deep breath, his throat working briefly before he opened his jaws and spewed.

"Whoosh!"

Augmented by dark divine power, the enormous, fiercely burning Black Flame crossed over a thousand meters like a long plume piercing a rainbow. Scorching heat and corrosive force swept along with it, sending billowing smoke into the air, accompanied by the choking stench of burning.

Tang Chen glanced at the unmoving Yang Ming. Seeing Feng Baobao supporting their gang leader, he lowered his gaze, pressed his palms together before his chest, and softly chanted:

"Amitabha!"

A gleaming golden monk's staff, his Martial Soul, appeared in Tang Chen's hand. His crimson kasaya fluttered as his entire