The sea of fire filling the sky slowly dissipated, and smoke and dust drifted down over the empty training ground.
The scales covering Di Tian had yet to recede. He stood frozen, eyes wide as he stared incredulously at the completely unscathed Xiao Chen before him. His mind went blank, and he sank deep into self-doubt.
He had actually lost?
Lost to a human boy?
How was that possible!
He was Di Tian!
With over eight hundred thousand years of cultivation, he could not defeat a Soul Emperor!
Forget defeating the brat-from beginning to end, he had not even broken through his defenses!
He had unleashed three attacks, each fiercer than the last, finally using Myriad Dragon Flame, a terrifying assault powerful enough to burn mountains, boil seas, and severely wound a Titled Douluo. Yet it had not left so much as a mark on Xiao Chen.
In that instant, Di Tian lost all confidence. Had human geniuses already become this terrifying?
Each generation surpassed the last. What were spirit beasts like them supposed to do...
Fortunately, they had their Lord...
As long as their Lord launched her attack, everything would get better.
Meanwhile, Xiao Chen paid no attention to Di Tian, whose composure had shattered and who was now trapped in a spiral of self-doubt.
That was because the instant the match ended, he suddenly felt a disturbance in the soul power within him.
His deep, abundant soul power raced through his meridians, surging and gathering. The soul power that had once been loose and dispersed now became extraordinarily concentrated.
He could clearly sense countless streams of pure soul power rapidly spiraling, compressing, and condensing inside him, slowly forming a miniature soul power vortex.
The soul power vortex slowly rotated, drawing in soul power from throughout his body and