Di Tian Took Human Form to Savor Life Tea; Qian Daoliu Offered His Technique to Prove His Sincerity

Xiong Jun's lowered head hung like a heavy boulder. Still-wet blood clung to his short, dark-gold fur, and his once-surging soul power had completely subsided. Not a trace of his earlier ferocity remained, only the silence of one crushed by overwhelming strength.

The brief silence made the surrounding air feel unusually stagnant. Only the waters of the Lake of Life gently lapped against the shore, sending out tiny ripples. Their murmuring softened the calm that followed the earlier standoff with swords drawn and bows bent.

Qian Daoliu looked at the ferocious beasts, who had finally calmed down, and slowly unclenched his right fist.

His golden soul power receded like an ebbing tide, taking the suffocating pressure around him with it. Only a faint trace of angel divine power remained, gently lingering around his body.

He raised his eyes toward Di Tian in midair, his tone calm but carrying unquestionable confidence:

"Now, we should be able to sit down and properly discuss the details of our soul spirit cooperation, shouldn't we?"

A flicker of complicated emotion crossed Di Tian's golden dragon eyes-wariness of Qian Daoliu's strength, doubts about the feasibility of the Soul Spirit System, and, above all, concern for the future of Star Dou's soul beasts.

He fell silent for a moment. Then a faint golden light suddenly spread over his immense dragon body. His scales shimmered like liquid metal beneath the sunlight, shifting as though alive.

Immediately afterward, dazzling golden light flashed across his body. Within that radiance, his hundred-meter-long frame rapidly shrank and reshaped itself, finally taking human form.

He wore a black robe patterned with dark-gold dragon scales, its hem embroidered with elaborate Golden-Eyed Black Dragon designs. His human eyes retained their golden vertical pupils. His brow was prominent, his stern features looked carved by a blade,