Within that chaotic sub-space, perpetually enveloped by raging elemental storms—
Di Tian was violently flung out of the light gate by Lin Feng.
He didn't even have time to adjust his posture before his already swollen Pig Head smashed straight into the ground in a flawless face-brake maneuver.
"Hiss—!!!"
The terrifying friction carved a deep, hundred-meter-long trench across the solid ground. Dust billowed wildly into the air, accompanied by a faint scorched smell, as if the ground itself had been burned by sheer speed.
Only after sliding uncontrollably for a long distance did Di Tian finally come to a stop—his face planted squarely at the feet of a towering silver figure.
The entire process was smooth.
Seamless.
Almost… professional.
Yet as the ruler of this space, the supreme co-lord of the Soul Beast Clan, the Silver Dragon King did not even spare him a glance.
Her enormous purple dragon eyes—vast and profound, as if containing galaxies and stars—remained locked firmly on the place where the light gate had just vanished. Deep within her pupils, unprecedented waves of turbulence churned violently.
A Divinity.
There was no doubt about it.
That man was a true Divinity.
No—calling him a mere Divinity was already an understatement.
His strength far exceeded any god she had ever encountered in the God Realm.
He had casually torn open the sub-space she painstakingly created using immense divine power—a space completely isolated from the Douluo Continent, her final refuge and greatest reliance.
What did that mean?
It meant that her last sanctuary was utterly meaningless in front of him.
At that moment, the seven—no, perhaps nine—elemental divine forces within the Silver Dragon King's body began to circulate violently and uncontrollably, instinctively preparing for a final, desperate struggle.
But then—
Something utterly unbelievable happened.
The terrifying existence who had reduced her to despair, after delivering that baffling and inexplicable "complaint," merely waved his hand as casually as if brushing off dust.
And just like that—
The light gate vanished.
It didn't collapse.
It didn't shatter.
It simply… disappeared.
As though it had never existed.
The spatial storm continued to howl. The chaotic sub-space remained unchanged.
Everything was exactly the same as before.
Except—
That incomparably terrifying presence was gone.
The Silver Dragon King froze.
He… left?
Just like that?
She waited for a long time, cautiously extending her perception, confirming again and again that the other party's aura had completely vanished.
Only then did the taut string in her heart finally loosen.
Slowly, she lowered her noble dragon head and shifted her gaze to the figure lying at her feet.
Di Tian.
Still in his face-brake posture.
Pig Head swollen beyond recognition.
Mind completely blank.
"Di Tian."
The Silver Dragon King's voice rang out—cold, majestic, and devoid of emotion.
"What happened?"
Meanwhile, at the entrance of Feng Ran Pavilion.
After casually closing the light gate, Lin Feng felt refreshed from head to toe.
The pent-up anger caused by that idiot Di Tian had finally been vented, at least for the most part.
He clapped his hands lightly, fully intending to return to his chair, sit down, and enjoy a cup of tea to soothe his throat.
But the moment he turned around—
He froze.
An incomparably bizarre scene greeted him.
Qian Daoliu.
Posey.
Gold Crocodile Douluo.
Ning Fengzhi.
Every single person present looked as if they had been petrified by Medusa herself—frozen in various stiff, awkward postures.
Their expressions were an uncanny mixture of blankness, astonishment, and a barely suppressed urge to laugh.
Lin Feng's triumphant expression stiffened.
Only then did realization strike him belatedly.
He had just… perhaps… lost his composure a little?
That phrase filled with raw national vulgarity—"Go to hell!"—had been shouted rather loudly.
And those slaps…
Lin Feng's lips twitched faintly.
It was over.
His image of being aloof, lazy, and effortlessly domineering seemed to have developed a rather noticeable crack.
For a moment, the atmosphere descended into a suffocating awkwardness.
Just as Lin Feng was considering whether he could muddle through with something like "The ways of a Divinity cannot be comprehended by mortals"—
Qian Daoliu and the others finally snapped out of their shock.
The moment they noticed Lin Feng's gaze sweeping toward them, everyone shuddered violently—like students caught daydreaming by their homeroom teacher.
"Cough, cough!"
Ning Fengzhi, ever the diplomatic Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, was the first to break the silence.
He cleared his throat, put on a righteous and indignant expression, and angrily denounced the empty air.
"That Beast God Di Tian—truly infuriating!"
"He speaks incoherently, spouts nonsense, and completely fails to understand human language! He's nothing but a stone in a latrine—hard and foul!"
Ning Fengzhi beat his chest and stomped his foot, looking heartbroken.
"If This Ning were not a support-type Spirit Master and lacked combat ability, I would've rushed forward just now and kicked him twice myself!"
His words were like a starting signal.
Immediately—
"Exactly, exactly!"
Devil Bear Douluo slapped his thigh loudly, his face full of righteous fury.
"I've never seen such a stupid Spirit Beast! The Senior asks about the east, and he talks about the west! Talking to him is harder than talking to the sloth I keep at home!"
"That's right!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo pinched his orchid finger, face brimming with disdain.
"Such an idiot deserves death! For the Senior to personally discipline him already dirtied your hands!"
"Indeed! Di Tian is stubborn and unbearably foolish!"
Another Douluo chimed in fervently.
"Senior, your heart is benevolent—only slapping him a few times is already immense kindness! If it were me, I'd have chopped off his claws and roasted him for meat!"
"Roast meat? Elder Ling Yuan speaks the truth!"
In an instant, voices rose one after another, all passionately condemning Di Tian's stupidity and worthlessness.
Anyone unaware of the situation would've thought they shared an irreconcilable blood feud with him.
Without any prior agreement, everyone flawlessly pinned the blame for Lin Feng's loss of composure onto Di Tian.
—It wasn't that the Senior lost his grace.
—It was that Di Tian was simply too infuriating.
—Anyone would've snapped!
—The Senior was already extremely restrained!
Listening to these heartfelt and righteous declarations, the awkward stiffness on Lin Feng's face finally eased.
Mm. Yes.
That made sense.
It wasn't that he lacked elegance—it was that idiot who was unbearable.
With that settled, Lin Feng calmly accepted the explanation they provided for him, returning to his composed demeanor as he waved his hand lightly.
"Alright, he's just an idiot. Not worth mentioning."
Seeing that Lin Feng had no intention of pursuing the matter, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as the atmosphere fully relaxed—
An untimely voice spoke up.
"Um…"
Ghost Leopard Douluo scratched the back of his head, pointed cautiously toward a trembling figure not far away, and asked softly:
"Senior… what about that Spirit Beast?"
Only then did everyone remember—
A "trophy" had been left behind.
In unison, all gazes turned toward the purple-haired woman who had just been kicked away by Lin Feng.
Zi Ji.
Clutching her black eye with one hand and her aching backside with the other, her face pale with terror.
Under the combined stares of so many human powerhouses—and especially under Lin Feng's gaze that made her soul tremble—
The Hell Demonic Dragon King, the fierce beast Zi Ji, shuddered violently.
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