"What?"
"Seriously?"
Di Tian's words left all the Fierce Beasts gaping. They were no strangers to the word "god." Wasn't it precisely that bunch of sanctimonious gods who had masterminded their Lord's current state?
At the thought, Bear Lord's face filled with murderous intent. Baring his teeth, he said:
"Then why didn't you keep him here? Once he becomes a god, won't he come after us?"
The other Fierce Beasts said nothing, but their expressions were hardly pleasant either. Clearly, they had thought the same thing.
A curve formed at the corner of Di Tian's lips as he repeated the Silver Dragon King's words.
"Don't worry. That brat inherited the God Position of the Ancient Ice God. That one had no grudge against Lord Dragon God—in fact, they got along quite well. Unfortunately, he fell far too early."
"Oh, so that's how it is. Couldn't you have said all that at once? You scared me."
After hearing Di Tian's explanation, the Fierce Beasts visibly relaxed. Bear Lord even glared at Di Tian in displeasure. Among the Fierce Beasts, he was the only one who dared act that way.
"Tch, you say that as if you could have kept him here just because I didn't explain things clearly. Let me tell you this: even without counting his God Position, that fellow's current strength is already on par with mine. If he has some hidden trump card, it wouldn't be impossible for him to defeat me. You want to keep him here? You'll find everything you want in your dreams."
After he finished, the Fierce Beasts stared at Di Tian in stunned silence for a long time. Finally, Bear Lord swallowed and asked:
"Th-that can't be right. How many years has that brat even cultivated? He's already reached your level?"
Bear Lord