Grim!
Utterly grim!
A single punch from Yang Ming had nearly killed Beast God Di Tian on the spot!
Had it not been for the Black Dragon Clan's formidable physique and the ceaseless flow of divine power nourishing him from the godhood clenched tightly in his dragon claw, Beast God Di Tian might have become the greatest joke in the history of soul beasts. The mighty sovereign of all soul beasts, beaten to death by a human with one punch?
Even with a breath left in him, Beast God Di Tian was in miserable shape. His tough dragon bones had shattered throughout his body, his blood and flesh had been mashed into a pulp, and his entire body lay limply on the ground like Shrek. Even moving a single dragon claw took tremendous effort.
"Hah! Hah! Hah!"
His enormous dragon head lay sprawled on the ground, long plumes of white vapor continually gushing from nostrils that resembled exhaust vents. The life force emanating from his gigantic body was terribly weak, like that of an old man with one foot in the grave. Every breath sent a searing pain through Beast God Di Tian, all the way from his throat to his chest.
Yang Ming dispelled Heaven and Earth Manifestation and returned to his original appearance.
To Yang Ming, that sequence of movements had looked simple, but the actual expenditure had been staggering. Every punch had consumed as much soul power as the combined reserves of over a hundred Titled Douluos. Had his own reserves not been astonishing, he would have been wrung dry by now.
"Whew!"
Letting out a slow breath of stale air, Yang Ming walked up to Beast God Di Tian at his leisure.
The enormous golden dragon eyes turned feebly, a trace of pleading flashing within them.