Di Tian.
The moment Lin Feng spoke that name, the atmosphere subtly froze.
For an instant, everyone present experienced a brief blank in their minds.
Qian Daoliu's brows knitted tightly as he searched his vast memories at top speed, trying to dig out any impression of that name—yet found nothing.
Posey's usually icy and composed expression showed a rare trace of confusion, her Sea God Trident unconsciously tightening in her grip.
Gold Crocodile Douluo scratched his head outright, his massive frame radiating pure bewilderment.
"Di Tian?"
"Who's that?"
"Is this Spirit Beast… famous?"
Judging from everyone's reactions, the answer was obvious.
They had never heard of him.
Seeing the synchronized confusion on their faces, Lin Feng didn't bother explaining. He had neither the interest nor the patience to give a lecture on Spirit Beast history.
Instead, he turned his gaze back to the figure pressed firmly into the ground, utterly unable to move.
Lin Feng was about to speak—he simply wanted to ask why this fellow had chased Dugu Bo all the way here.
But before he could finish opening his mouth—
"You actually know my name?!"
Di Tian's hoarse voice suddenly roared from the ground, filled with extreme shock and violently surging hatred!
He struggled with all his might, forcibly lifting his head despite the invisible suppression, his golden dragon eyes locking onto Lin Feng like burning suns.
"You really are sent by the God Realm!"
"You've come to deal with our Soul Beast Clan!"
Lin Feng, whose words were interrupted mid-thought, paused.
His eyelid twitched.
He patiently prepared to speak again.
"You—"
"I will never tell you where the Master is!"
Di Tian's voice grew even more resolute, carrying the tragic grandeur of someone ready to die for a cause.
"Give up that thought!"
Lin Feng: "..."
A vein on Lin Feng's forehead pulsed faintly.
He took a slow, deep breath, reminding himself to stay calm, refined, and magnanimous.
There was no need to argue with someone whose brain was clearly wired incorrectly.
At that moment, the system's voice rang out with perfect timing.
"Host, abnormal brain circuitry detected in this Spirit Beast. Suspected severe persecutory delusion. Recommended treatment: direct physical correction."
Lin Feng silently agreed.
Strongly.
"I—"
"Whatever schemes you have! Whatever tortures you plan!"
Di Tian's voice now carried a tinge of madness, as if he had already envisioned endless suffering awaiting him, yet still refused to bow.
"Even if my divine soul is annihilated, I, Di Tian, will never submit to you hypocritical and cunning gods!"
Lin Feng's inner thoughts exploded.
What the hell?!
Who is submitting you to what?!
I just wanted to ask one question—why are you acting out a heroic martyrdom scene?!
At this point, Lin Feng truly couldn't take it anymore.
He remained seated, legs crossed, posture relaxed to the extreme.
But his expression darkened.
Slowly, he raised his right hand.
Then, toward Di Tian's face—still full of tragic resolve and unwavering determination—
Across the air—
Slap—!!!
A crisp, thunderous slap exploded without warning!
The sound was so loud it completely drowned out the distant flogging noises and cheers surrounding Yu Xiaogang at the far end of the square.
Time seemed to freeze.
Qian Daoliu and the others only saw a blur.
One second earlier, the Beast God Di Tian was roaring with unyielding will and murderous resolve.
The next—
His head snapped violently to the side.
A teeth-grinding crack echoed as his neck twisted unnaturally.
The resolute, heroic expression on his face froze in place, instantly replaced by pure, indescribable bewilderment.
His golden dragon eyes lost focus.
Then rolled upward.
His head lolled.
Di Tian went completely unconscious.
One slap.
That was all it took.
The so-called strongest being below the God level had been directly slapped into sleep.
Dead silence.
An oppressive, suffocating silence.
Every Titled Douluo present—including the four super Douluo who had just fought a life-and-death battle—stood frozen, as though petrified.
Their brains felt as if they'd been stirred into paste by an invisible giant spoon.
Di Tian.
Beast God.
Number one below the God level.
Such awe-inspiring titles now felt utterly surreal when compared to the sight before them—
A powerful Spirit Beast sprawled on the ground in a posture not much better than a toad, unconscious and unmoving.
Yet none of them dared question Lin Feng's words.
If the Senior said so, then it must be true.
Lin Feng shook his hand lightly, as if he had merely flicked away an annoying mosquito rather than knocking out a near-God-level existence.
He didn't even spare Di Tian another glance.
Instead, his gaze shifted to Dugu Bo, who had been trembling since earlier and still hadn't fully recovered from the shock.
"Tell me," Lin Feng said lazily.
"What's going on?"
"Why was this guy chasing you?"
"Did you steal his cough syrup or something?"
The casual tone of the question finally snapped Dugu Bo back to reality.
He shuddered violently, then looked at Lin Feng's calm profile, the awe and fanaticism in his eyes surging to unprecedented heights.
A terrifying expert who could suppress four super Douluo alone…
The Senior had knocked him out with one slap.
What kind of power was that?!
Dugu Bo's previous understanding of Lin Feng's strength shattered completely—then was reconstructed on a far higher plane.
He dared not show the slightest disrespect, immediately bowing deeply.
"Reporting… reporting to Senior!"
"I… I truly don't know either!"
His face was filled with lingering fear and genuine confusion.
"Junior followed Senior's instructions and went to the city to pick up Yan Yan. Just as we were about to return, this man suddenly descended from the sky and, without a word, tried to capture Junior!"
"Seeing the danger, Junior risked my life to bring them back here…"
Lin Feng frowned faintly.
Capture Dugu Bo?
He quickly sorted through possibilities in his mind.
The Immortal Herbs?
No—those had already been moved to the restaurant.
The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well?
Also no—that had been relocated as well.
Then…
Lin Feng's gaze drifted to Dugu Bo's body, to the faint yet powerful aura he still exuded.
Azure Dragon Martial Soul.
Could it be because of this?
An idea formed instantly.
If he wanted answers, there was no point guessing.
He'd ask the person involved.
Lin Feng turned his gaze back to the unconscious "Beast God" on the ground.
With a casual flick of his left hand—
Whoosh!
Di Tian's body was lifted as if grabbed by an invisible giant hand and instantly dragged in front of Lin Feng.
Lin Feng reached out with his left hand, grabbing Di Tian by the collar and pulling his handsome face close.
Then—
He raised his right hand again.
Qian Daoliu and the others felt their eyelids twitch violently.
An absurd thought rose simultaneously in their minds.
Senior… he wouldn't be—
The next instant—
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Crisp, rhythmic sounds exploded through the silent street like popping beans.
Lin Feng held Di Tian by the collar, his other hand blurring as it slapped left and right without mercy!
Di Tian's once-handsome face rapidly swelled, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"Hey!"
"Wake up!"
"You're not allowed to sleep here!"
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