Di Tian: Still an Old Man Toying with a Child, Slaughtering Long Yeyue

The instant his words fell, absolute darkness erupted around his pitch-black figure.

Terrifying dragon might burst from him, pressing down on Long Yeyue until she could barely breathe.

His golden dragon eyes looked down on her with utter disdain.

The newcomer was none other than the Beast God, Di Tian.

"Who exactly are you?

What gives you the right to judge me?"

"Me?

Who am I?

I suppose that doesn't matter."

"What do you want?"

Long Yeyue roared.

"The Golden Dragon King's Dragon Horn, Dragon Claw, and Dragon Scales are all with you, aren't they?

Those things should be returned to their rightful owner.

You aren't worthy of holding them."

"And as for you?

A coward who'd betray her own people just to stay alive. I haven't fought in a long time, but I don't mind sending someone like you to her death."

"So you're here to steal from me? How arrogant!

No one in this world can take what belongs to me!

You picked the wrong person.

Leave while you can. I don't want any more trouble today."

"Then you do have them."

Di Tian finally had his confirmation.

The Golden Dragon King's Dragon Horn, Dragon Scales, and Dragon Claw contained the power of his bloodline. Naturally, Di Tian could sense it.

An ordinary Storage Soul Tool could never suppress their auras. Only his Darkness Space could do that.

If he could absorb those treasures, he could purify his bloodline and multiply his strength several times over. Perhaps he might even survive his 900,000 Years Heavenly Tribulation.

He had come in secret, even covering his face. He had no intention of revealing much about himself in the coming fight.

Not long ago, their liege, who was attending Eastsea Academy in Eastsea City, had summoned all the Ferocious Beasts to an online soul-tool meeting.

Gu Yuena had told them plainly that the Dragon God's Ten Trials were a complete fraud. There was no Dragon God descending to the world. He had died long ago.

Before his death, the Golden Dragon King had made a colossal joke of it all. He could not sacrifice himself to the Dragon God, nor did he have the authority to initiate the Dragon God Trial. Even the glowing orbs he had left behind as his legacy were empty.

The others could not tell, but Gu Yuena had sensed it with ease. After all, she and the Golden Dragon King shared the same origin. There was nothing inside but a Dragon Claw, a Dragon Horn, and Dragon Scales. Even she thought little of them; they were only good enough to fool the people of Shrek.

After hearing his liege's message, Di Tian's earlier joy had turned to grief. He had thought their opportunity had finally come and the Dragon Race was about to enjoy a true resurgence. Instead, it had all been a deception by the Golden Dragon King.

The Divine Examination was a fraud, as were the Dragon God Heart and the Dragon God's Spirit Bone. But the Dragon Horn, Dragon Scales, and Dragon Claw were genuine relics of the Golden Dragon King, all God King-level materials. Di Tian had no intention of letting them go.

But he could not openly defy his liege's orders, so he had come in secret. He had not expected to arrive in time for such a spectacle. Seeing Shrek blown up was immensely satisfying.

Before dying, the Golden Dragon King had not only dragged the Divine Realm down with him, but also plotted Shrek Academy's destruction. Looked at that way, he really was far more formidable than their liege.

Their liege was still attending school in the human world, saying she had to integrate into human society before she could fully control humanity. Di Tian found it baffling, but she was his liege, so he could only follow her lead.

Still, the Silver Dragon King could not control every part of them. Di Tian had his own plans. At the very least, he wanted to use the Golden Dragon King's relics to survive his next Heavenly Tribulation. He wanted to try.

Long Yeyue thought she had intimidated Di Tian. Little did she know, he was considering how to kill her.

To Di Tian, Long Yeyue was an insect. Nothing more.

His True Dragon Bloodline completely suppressed her Holy Dragon Bloodline, which had evolved from Luo Sanpao. With his attribute advantage, he outclassed her in every way.

As for running away?

Who could escape from him, the Space Master?

He had no fear that Long Yeyue would escape. He was only deciding how to keep his identity hidden.

That seemed harder than the fight itself.

Long Yeyue clearly had no desire to fight him. Seeing no reaction from Di Tian, she glanced around and prepared to slip away. But just then, his figure blurred.

He did not use his trump card, the Dragon God Claw. He relied solely on his physical strength, his ultimate darkness attribute, and the crushing pressure of his dragon might.

To make the act convincing, he covered his body in black Dragon Scales, making it look like Martial Soul Possession. Countless streams of dark energy coiled around his arms as terrifying dragon might bore down on Long Yeyue from every direction.

Long Yeyue's expression changed drastically. Shock surged through her.

Both her Holy Dragon Martial Souls were already in their possessed state. When she had seen that her opponent also had a black dragon martial soul, she had felt relieved.

But now that she had felt Di Tian's terrifying dragon might for herself, she felt as small as a firefly before it. He suppressed her completely.

"Absurd!

How could anyone in this world have a dragon martial soul stronger than mine?

I'm the Light-Dark Dragon Emperor!"

Long Yeyue shouted in defiance. She no longer dared hold anything back, pouring all her Soul Power into her martial souls.

Pitch-black radiance intertwined with reddish-white holy light around her. At the same time, she activated her Four-Word Battle Armor and drove Boundless Yin-Yang to its limit, pushing her aura as high as the Battle Armor could take it.

The bright dragonfire and dark dragon breath released by her light and dark martial souls intertwined into a Light-Dark Dragon Blade. It slashed toward Di Tian with enough force to tear through anything, as though it would cleave him in two.

Di Tian did not even raise an eyebrow. He extended his right arm and met her attack with sheer strength.

Boom!

A deafening crash erupted. The instant Long Yeyue's Light-Dark Dragon Blade struck Di Tian's Dragon Claw, it shattered completely.

Dark energy coiling around Di Tian's arm immediately formed a massive longsword. The Black Dragon Sword appeared, the Black Sun and Purple Moon bloomed behind him, and he unleashed Sun-Moon Radiance Slash.

Propelled by terrifying speed, Di Tian appeared before Long Yeyue in an instant and brought the Black Dragon Sword down.

Crack! Crack!

Dense cracks spread across Long Yeyue's incredibly tough Four-Word Battle Armor. Her Light-Dark Domain was forcibly shattered and rendered useless.

Long Yeyue's body took a blow that felt like ten thousand pounds of force. She flew back several meters, unable to control herself, and spat a mouthful of blood. Her aura weakened to almost nothing.

Damn it. I can't beat him. I can't beat this monster. If I stay, I'll die. I'll definitely die.

Long Yeyue was bitterly regretting her choice. She would have been better off staying at Shrek Academy.

She had lost all will to fight. All she wanted was to run.

Her Four-Word Battle Armor still had enough power left for one last burst.

But to her despair, the moment she tried to flee, Di Tian appeared directly above her.

Di Tian summoned ultimate darkness, devouring all light and Soul Power while sealing every route Long Yeyue might use to escape.

"Where do you think you're going,

insect?"

Di Tian's voice was cold. Under his control, the power of darkness became countless ferocious black dragon phantoms. He unleashed Ten Thousand Dragons Devouring the Abyss, sending them swarming toward Long Yeyue to tear into her.

Long Yeyue had fallen into utter despair. She forced down the blood surging in her chest and drove her Soul Power to its limit. Both forms of Twin Dragon True Body erupted at once as she raised a Light-Dark Shield, desperately protecting her body from imminent death.

Her face was deathly pale, her expression filled with despair.

Long Yeyue could not understand how someone this powerful could still exist in the world.

Where had he come from?

She was a Quasi-God, and she had always believed her power was the real thing.

Well, yes—she had squeezed that cultivation out of the old man!

Yet before this mysterious figure, she had no power to resist.