Lin Feng swore.
He swore that ever since transmigrating to the Douluo Continent and opening this restaurant, he had encountered all kinds of strange characters.
There was Chrysanthemum Douluo, who wanted to dine and dash, only to miss out on an immortal-grade opportunity.
There was Qian Daoliu, who willingly became a security guard just for the sake of an extra meal.
And there was Bibi Dong, who practically emptied Spirit Hall's treasury just to buy a monthly package.
But someone like Di Tian—absurdly powerful yet catastrophically stupid—was truly the first of his kind.
Lin Feng felt his blood pressure spike to unprecedented heights.
At this point, he no longer cared why Di Tian wanted to capture Dugu Bo.
He didn't want explanations.
He didn't want answers.
Right now, he only wanted to thoroughly slap some sense into this Pig Head–faced fool, who was wearing an expression of "I sacrificed myself for the clan" with tragic devotion.
Thus—
Under Di Tian's gaze of "Kill me, I will never yield", Lin Feng finally snapped.
"Go to hell!"
A furious roar exploded from his mouth without warning.
Before the last syllable faded—
He lifted his leg and delivered a clean, decisive flying kick, landing squarely on the perky backside of Zi Ji, who was still being held by the neck, sporting a black eye and wearing an utterly bewildered expression.
"Ow—!"
Zi Ji felt an irresistible force slam into her. Her body instantly turned into a purple parabola as she flew dozens of meters away, letting out a delicate cry of pain before landing with a solid thud.
Clutching her backside, she struggled to her feet, about to curse angrily—
"How dare you kick my—!"
But the scene before her nearly made her eyes pop out of their sockets.
After kicking her away, Lin Feng had already appeared in front of Di Tian, who was still sprawled on the ground.
Then—
Slap!
A heavy, resounding slap landed squarely on the back of Di Tian's head!
"Silver Dragon King!"
Slap!
Another slap!
"Silver Dragon King!"
Slap!
"I'll show you Silver Dragon King!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Lin Feng went completely berserk.
Grabbing Di Tian by the hair, he unleashed a storm of slaps on the back of his head, each one crisp and rhythmic, echoing like firecrackers.
At the same time, he cursed nonstop.
"Always talking about the Silver Dragon King!"
"Did I ask you?!"
"Huh?! Who the hell asked you?!"
At that moment, the entrance of Feng Ran Pavilion fell into a silence more dreadful than death itself.
Every single person froze.
They stared blankly at Lin Feng, who was gripping the Beast God Di Tian by the hair and beating him senseless, as casually as a father disciplining an unruly child.
Then they looked at Di Tian—
The once-mighty Beast God was now crouched on the ground, clutching his head, his expression shifting from shock to terror. He didn't even dare to resist, only enduring the punishment in silence.
The crisp sounds of slaps echoed endlessly, leaving everyone's minds completely blank.
"Se… Senior… he… he seems to have sworn…"
"And… isn't this behavior a bit… undignified?"
The crowd exchanged glances, all seeing the same thoughts in one another's eyes.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What on earth am I witnessing?
After a long while—
Azure Luan Douluo finally swallowed hard. He nudged Qian Daoliu beside him with his elbow and whispered in a hoarse voice:
"Brother… should… should we try to persuade him?"
Qian Daoliu's eyelids twitched violently. He didn't even dare look up, only staring at the ground as he squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth.
"Persuade?"
"You go."
"I'm not going."
Azure Luan Douluo immediately shrank his neck and fell silent.
Are you kidding me?!
Senior was clearly in a rage!
Didn't you see that the Beast God—someone who could fight four Super Douluo to a standstill—was being beaten like a grandson?
If he went over, he'd probably be slapped straight to the far north!
Thus, an unspoken consensus formed among the crowd.
Eyes forward.
Mouths shut.
They could only watch, wide-eyed, as the legendary Beast God—the second-in-command of the Soul Beast Clan—was pinned to the ground and ruthlessly slapped by the deity-like Senior.
For a brief moment, the scene was… strangely harmonious.
After dozens of slaps, Lin Feng finally felt the rage in his chest subside a little.
He looked down at Di Tian, whose eyes were unfocused, his mind clearly shattered, a suspicious glimmer of drool even seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Still, Lin Feng felt unsatisfied.
He raised his hand once more and casually waved it at the empty space before him.
Buzz—!
A portal made entirely of light reappeared out of thin air—the same one that had vanished earlier.
"If I really wanted to capture the Silver Dragon King," Lin Feng said coldly, "would I need to ask an idiot like you?"
Qian Daoliu and the others instinctively turned their gazes toward the portal.
This time, however, the scene beyond it had undergone a complete transformation.
It was no longer the residence of the fierce beasts.
Instead, it was a chaotic, independent space filled with raging elemental storms.
At the center of that space, they could barely make out the outline of a colossal figure—towering like a mountain, entirely clad in shimmering silver scales.
The moment the portal appeared—
The sleeping silver figure seemed to sense it.
Those tightly shut purple dragon eyes, like twin stars, suddenly opened!
Boom—!!!!
An indescribably terrifying dragon's might surged out through the portal!
The instant they met the gaze of those enormous purple eyes—radiating endless majesty and divinity—
Qian Daoliu, Posey, Gold Crocodile Douluo… every single Titled Douluo felt their scalps go numb.
A shiver from the deepest depths of their souls spread through their bodies!
Their instincts screamed in unison—
Danger!
Extreme danger!
This being was far more terrifying than the so-called Beast God Di Tian!
Yet—
Just as everyone was on the verge of suffocation under that divine pressure—
Lin Feng acted as though nothing was wrong.
He grabbed Di Tian by the collar, lifting him like a chicken, and shoved his swollen Pig Head straight toward the portal.
Pointing at the massive purple dragon eyes within—eyes now filled with wariness, confusion, and supreme authority—Lin Feng burst out in furious curses.
"How do you even lead the Soul Beast Clan?!"
He jabbed a finger at Di Tian.
"How do you train your subordinates?!"
"The dignified second-in-command of the Soul Beasts, the Black Dragon King Di Tian—why is he acting like a damn retard?!"
"I ask him one thing, he answers something else!"
"I ask why he's capturing people, and he puts on a whole 'rather die than submit' performance!"
"I'd feel unlucky just killing him!"
After venting his complaints, Lin Feng felt thoroughly refreshed.
He didn't spare Di Tian another glance.
Nor did he pay any attention to the Silver Dragon King's eyes, whose emotions had shifted from wariness to profound bewilderment.
With a casual flick of his arm—
"Go back and have your master fix your brain!"
Whoosh—!
Di Tian's body once again turned into a streak of black light as Lin Feng mercilessly hurled him straight into the light portal.