Behind him, Xiong Jun gave a muffled grunt, his voice thick with displeasure:
"Di Tian, you've grown feebler with age. Why be so polite to humans?"
"All this fuss over Soul Spirits is completely unnecessary."
As he spoke, Xiong Jun fixed Song Que's group with a vicious glare and sneered. "And now you want us Soul Beasts to sacrifice ourselves to make wedding clothes for humans? What a joke."
"Are you even fit to be the Beast God? If you can't do the job, let me take over."
Di Tian's gaze turned icy as he glared at Xiong Jun. "What would a fool with nothing but brute force in his head understand?"
"Creating a Soul Spirit isn't a sacrifice at all. You can't even tell the difference, yet you dare spout nonsense."
"Do you really think I won't kill you just because everyone's watching?"
His voice grew colder with every word. Light flashed along his claw tips as he readied himself to strike.
At the sight of those gleaming dragon claws, Xiong Jun's heart tightened. He turned his head away and stopped provoking him.
However much he resented Di Tian, he knew the power of the Dragon God Claw.
"Tch." He looked away, still wearing a sour expression, and shot Song Que a vicious glare.
Just then, an oppressive wave of Soul Power spread through the air, and a flash of white light swept past.
The Snow Empress appeared without a sound. Frost seemed to cover her beautiful face, and her expression was cold and severe.
"Di Tian, so this is all the respect you command in Star Dou? This stupid bear doesn't take you seriously at all."
Xiong Jun tensed and stared warily at the Snow Empress. "You're..."
"The Snow Empress?!"
Di Tian cast her a casual glance, only