As the powerful figures cloaked in burning auras descended one after another, Yu Tianming found himself surrounded by six humanoid savage beasts.
Their eyes were dark and unfriendly—how could they not be? The Tianmeng Ice Silkworm had been snatched from right under their noses, and now the very thief responsible stood calmly before them. Was he mocking them outright?
Even though Di Tian still couldn't see through Yu Tianming's cultivation, he didn't believe anyone below godhood could simply walk away unscathed after provoking so many savage beasts. But just as he was about to speak, a burly bald man over two meters tall stepped forward ahead of him. Di Tian paused and backed away in silence, watching coldly from the sidelines.
The bald man was massive and muscular, his small eyes radiating a chilling, savage light. His large, thick hands were wrapped in an intense metallic aura of sharpness—it was none other than Xiong Jun, king of the Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bears and a creature with over 500,000 years of cultivation.
Xiong Jun strode up to Yu Tianming and bellowed, "Boy! You're the one who stole Tianmeng Ice Silkworm? How dare you show your face here! You've got guts!"
Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bears were known as destroyers of jungles and ruiners of the wild. Their fur offered formidable defense, while their claws could tear through mountains. As the most powerful of his kind, Xiong Jun's raw combat ability surpassed even the fourth-ranked Bi Ji and fifth-ranked Myriad Demon King of the Ten Great Beasts combined. He'd once dared to attack Di Tian himself with his Sky-Tearing Claws—how could he possibly fear a mysterious human?
Yu Tianming calmly clapped his hands, smiling. "Not bad. A top-tier metal-attribute soul beast with 500,000 years of power. You live up to your reputation."
Then he turned his eyes to another beast cloaked in pure flames and smirked. "Yanmo Three-Headed Hellhound… part pure-blooded dragon, near-extreme fire attribute. A dual jackpot. Wonderful. A metal and a fire spirit bone—two that I happen to be missing. This trip was worth it."
Despite being surrounded, Yu Tianming showed no fear. Instead, he casually appraised the beasts as if picking pets in a shop.
Already furious from losing the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, the beasts' tempers exploded at Yu Tianming's arrogant attitude. The flame-wreathed Three-Headed Hellhound howled in rage, "My spirit bone? Human, better worry about surviving first!"
Xiong Jun and the Red King closed in—within one meter. For ordinary Soul Emperors, that was kill range. For 300,000+ year-old beasts like these two, even Title Douluo could die in a blink.
As their violent aura surged like a brewing volcano, Di Tian frowned. Why wasn't this human afraid? Even a Limit Douluo would hesitate in this situation. Could he have a hidden trump card?
He barked, "Human! Last chance—hand over Tianmeng Ice Silkworm!"
"I already told you—I absorbed it. Heaven's treasures go to the worthy, and clearly, I am more qualified. What makes you think I'd hand it over? You bunch of barking dogs?"
As the words left him, Yu Tianming finally released his aura. His robes fluttered without wind. Divine power, utterly different from soul power, surged out like a tsunami, flooding the Star Dou Forest's core. The overwhelming pressure made the savage beasts freeze mid-breath.
A beat later, the Red King turned to flee—it knew full well the gap between gods and beasts. It wasn't about pride anymore. Survival was paramount.
Xiong Jun, however, growled low, sharp golden energy condensing even more densely around him. "A god? You're only level ninety-something—just a poser! Let's see what you've got!"
Seeing Yu Tianming hadn't truly reached rank 100, and trusting his own strength, Xiong Jun wasn't backing down.
But Di Tian's eyes flickered. Without waiting for Xiong Jun's strike, he suddenly knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "I am Di Tian, Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King. May I ask, what is your relation to Lord Dragon God?"
Unlike the other beasts, Di Tian had guarded the Silver Dragon King for countless millennia. He knew all about the Dragon God's fall. Now, sensing the divine draconic bloodline in Yu Tianming—stronger even than the Silver Dragon King's—he was struck by a terrifying thought: Could this human be related to the Dragon God himself?
Yu Tianming glanced at him approvingly and smiled. "As you see, I'm just an ordinary human. But I walk the path once taken by the Dragon God… and have received his blessing."
Di Tian froze. His heart skipped a beat. Then, like a zealot before a deity, he looked up with crazed reverence. "Xiong Jun, Red King! You may be powerful, but you're still just beasts. Why not offer your spirit bones to the lord? It would be an honor!"
The Red King, who had only just started running, slowed to a crawl. In a few breaths, it had moved less than a hundred meters. A trap? Its heart sank—it realized it was caught like a rat.
Hearing Yu Tianming was tied to the Dragon God—and sensing its own doom—the Red King turned back toward him, a mess of fear, awe, and despair twisting its face. Then, it closed its eyes like a man about to be executed.
Xiong Jun, by contrast, snarled. He didn't care about the Dragon God. All he saw was a level 95 human standing before him. And if he didn't fight, he'd die anyway. So—might as well take the gamble.
He roared, raised his claw, and unleashed his signature Sky-Tearing Claw straight at Yu Tianming's face.
Three streaks of golden energy shot forward, so sharp they cut through space itself. Not from a space-type ability, but from pure, overwhelming sharpness.
Yu Tianming didn't flinch. He calmly raised his hand—and didn't even use a skill. He simply blocked it with his bare palm.
Di Tian's pupils shrank. He knew how terrifying Xiong Jun's claws were. Even gods would not dare receive it unguarded. But the distance was too close—he had no time to warn Yu Tianming.
In Douluo Dalu, it was rare for a top-tier power to fall to a sneak attack, but not impossible. This was a real strike from a true powerhouse.
The beasts held their breath. Xiong Jun even began imagining how he'd use Yu Tianming's corpse to help reach godhood.
Then—
The claws struck Yu Tianming's hand…
And disappeared like ink into water. No ripple. No impact.
In Water World, deep beneath the waves, the space rippled, then stilled. Dugu Yan and Ning Rongrong stirred. Down in the core, Ah Zhu and Ah Zhi exhaled, then returned to meditation.
Yu Tianming smiled at the stunned Xiong Jun. "Now, let me show you one of mine."
Without warning, he flicked his fingers, launching a black speck—smaller than a grain of rice—toward Xiong Jun's neck.
Spatial Particle.
Not an unbeatable ability, and not one that could randomly tear through any target. Even average Title Douluo and high-level beasts could resist most space-type attacks.
But this one wasn't ordinary—it was compressed with Yu Tianming's divine power.
Before Xiong Jun could react, the particle pierced clean through his throat, leaving a neat, bloodless hole.
"Grkk… grkk…" Xiong Jun tried to speak, but with his windpipe severed, he could only clutch his neck, blood spurting between his fingers, eyes wide with disbelief.
He wasn't dead. His regeneration would eventually heal the wound. But the terror in his heart was clear: his most powerful attack had been casually blocked, and Yu Tianming's casual flick had nearly killed him.
The beasts took several steps back, no longer daring to breathe too loudly.
The Red King fell to his knees, knowing there was no escape. Though he had some draconic blood, he couldn't compare to Di Tian and didn't share that same devotion to the Dragon God. But now… what choice did he have?
Yu Tianming strolled up to him and smiled. "Three-Headed Red Demon Dog, huh? Three heads… that's fate. If you're willing to offer your spirit ring, I'll preserve your soul."
Red King's eyes trembled. Hope?
"I… thank you, my lord. I accept my fate."
Yu Tianming nodded, summoning a white divine flame. Then he turned toward Xiong Jun.
Despite his injury, Xiong Jun glared defiantly, refusing to make a sound, pride blazing in his eyes.
Just then, a voice echoed softly through the air—clear, ancient, sacred, and dignified:
"Xiong Jun is headstrong. If he has offended you, allow me to apologize in his stead. Might I ask you to spare him—let him offer his spirit and keep his soul?"
Di Tian spun toward the lake and bowed reverently. "My Lord!"
Yu Tianming looked toward the glowing green depths of the Lake of Life and asked, intrigued, "Silver Dragon King?"
The Silver Dragon King was born from the Dragon God's creation divinity—a new soul, yet still part of the ancient god.
After arriving in Douluo, she had secluded herself deep beneath the Lake of Life to heal. She wasn't supposed to awaken for thousands more years, but Yu Tianming's divine aura had roused her early.
Still, Yu Tianming remained unfazed. In the original tale, even after fusing Golden and Silver Dragon bloodlines, Tang Wulin merely transformed into a temporary god and reached level-three divinity. A severely wounded Silver Dragon King… what real threat could she pose now?
(End of Chapter)
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