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Chapter 48
Chapter 48: Your Bloodline is Too Weak
Di Tian's aura rose incredibly fast, reaching its peak in the blink of an eye.
"Aotian, aren't you going to use your true form to fight?" he reminded.
Aotian shook his head and said, "No need."
Di Tian felt a little displeased, thinking Aotian was clearly looking down on him.
He said nothing more, a terrifying claw striking towards Aotian. With his cultivation of over eight hundred thousand years, combined with the Dragon God Claw imparted by the Dragon God, its might was terrifyingly unparalleled.
The space of the Douluo Continent was still a bit fragile. Around the Dragon God Claw, its tyrannical power crushed the space, causing it to continuously collapse as it pressed towards Aotian.
The vast dragon might permeated this space, making everyone except Aotian’s spirits tremble uncontrollably, feeling an irresistible urge to surrender.
Aotian's divine sense perceived Di Tian's energy fluctuations and power, then he controlled his own power to the same level as Di Tian's.
"True Dragon Combat Technique!" he let out a soft cry, his fair fist shooting up into the sky.
This great killing art of the Dragon Race had long since been cultivated by him to the pinnacle of perfection. Even when unleashed in his human form, this single punch was filled with endless profundity.
Aotian, in his human form, confronted the over thirty-meter-tall black giant dragon. His tiny fist contrasted sharply with the massive black claw, creating a powerful visual impact.
Everyone who witnessed this scene felt the scales of victory in their hearts uncontrollably begin to tip towards Di Tian.
Xiao Wu tightly hugged her mother's thigh, her body trembling slightly, her large eyes filled with worry.
Di Tian's claw surged with dragon might, crushing the void into continuous collapse, while Aotian's punch was utterly unremarkable, like a feeble strike from a thin human youth.
By all appearances, Aotian was bound to lose.
Only Aotian himself knew that the power of his punch was completely contained, not a single trace of it having been emitted.
Under everyone's gaze, the claw and the fist finally collided.
Di Tian's dragon claw and Aotian's fist remained motionless. There was no violent sound, no explosion of wild energy fluctuations. At this moment, it was as if time itself had stopped.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, blankly watching this bizarre scene.
That delicate fist actually blocked the black dragon's massive claw?
Who would win, and who would lose?
Aotian's expression was calm, without a single ripple.
Di Tian was stunned for a moment, but then endless horror quickly welled up within him.
"How is this possible?" he roared inwardly.
Immediately after, cracking sounds reverberated, reaching everyone's ears.
Everyone stared blankly at the massive black dragon claw, from which the cracking sounds emanated.
A dense network of cracks appeared on the black dragon scales covering the claw. With a bang, the scales exploded, and flesh and blood splattered.
That massive dragon claw, as large as a small house, completely shattered and disintegrated.
Pale golden blood gushed from the severed arm like a volcanic eruption. This blood was extremely scalding, sizzling as it sprayed onto the ground.
Aotian stood below, and the pale golden blood poured down like a waterfall. As it neared his body, it was automatically repelled.
His face was unperturbed, calm and unruffled, as he slowly withdrew his fist.
"You lost," he said faintly.
Aotian felt a little disappointed. This was the supreme divine technique of the Dragon Race passed down by the Dragon God, yet it was vastly inferior to his True Dragon Combat Technique.
Although it might be due to Di Tian's insufficient comprehension, in his opinion, this Dragon God Claw was still too crude.
Di Tian's massive body began to shrink, finally transforming into his human form.
His face was handsome and resolute, and the pain from his arm made him furrow his brow slightly.
His hand had been severed at the wrist and had vanished, looking quite terrifying.
Flesh and blood wriggled, attempting to regenerate.
However, blood still gushed wildly, as the wound contained an extremely tyrannical power of laws, preventing it from healing.
Due to the massive blood loss, Di Tian's face gradually turned pale.
The Emerald Swan, Bi Ji, rushed out from the forest, her healing soul skill landing on Di Tian's arm.
However, the effect was not significant. This was no ordinary wound; remnants of the True Dragon Combat Technique's tyrannical power still lingered within it.
Aotian had held back at the last moment; otherwise, Di Tian's entire arm would likely have been gone.
"Let me," Aotian said, walking over.
Zi Ji ran wildly from afar, landing beside Di Tian, her large purple eyes filled with killing intent as she stared at Aotian.
Di Tian gently patted her shoulder with his left hand and said, "Let him do it."
When the power of Aotian's punch had erupted just now, Di Tian experienced a horror that he simply couldn't resist.
That terrifying power had only destroyed his hand before stopping; he knew Aotian had held back.
Aotian walked up to Di Tian, patted his shoulder, and divine power surged into his arm, expelling the residual power from the wound.
Although Aotian's divine power only flowed within Di Tian's arm, it was enough to profoundly shock Di Tian.
He had a feeling that if this small portion of energy Aotian injected into his body were to erupt, it would be enough to tear his body to shreds.
Furthermore, the dragon might contained within this energy was terrifying to the extreme. The last time Di Tian had felt such terrifying dragon might was from the Dragon God himself.
"You..." he couldn't help but exclaim.
Zi Ji, beside him, thought Di Tian was being secretly attacked by Aotian. She immediately unleashed a great deal of killing intent, striking out with her palm toward Aotian.
"Don't!" Di Tian shouted loudly, but it was already too late to stop her.
Aotian was unconcerned. The power of spatial laws formed an invisible barrier, blocking Zi Ji's attack.
Zi Ji pulled Di Tian back a few steps, looking at him doubtfully, and asked, "Are you okay?"
Di Tian shook his head and said, "You've misunderstood Senior; he was healing me."
Senior?
Xiao Wu and the others, including Xiong Jun and his group who had emerged from the forest, were all surprised. Di Tian's change in attitude was so swift; he was already respectfully addressing Aotian as Senior.
Aotian smiled and nodded, saying, "Open your mouth."
Although Di Tian was confused, he still obediently opened his mouth slightly.
The skin on Aotian's palm split open, and a drop of golden blood seeped out, then floated in the air.
He didn't suppress the pressure emanating from this drop of blood. The terrifying dragon might made everyone feel as if the entire firmament was pressing down on them, giving them an irresistible urge to kneel.
But at the same time, the aura emanating from this golden blood also felt incredibly tempting, giving them an urge to swallow it.
"Your bloodlines are still too weak," Aotian said, waving his hand, and the blood dropped into Di Tian's mouth.
He had a good impression of Di Tian. Although their forms were different, they were indeed both part of the Dragon Race, making them Aotian's true brethren. Therefore, he casually bestowed a fortuitous encounter.
Di Tian's body instantly burst forth with golden light, and an unprecedented, terrifying pressure erupted from him, forcing even Zi Ji, who was supporting him, to retreat.
His severed right arm rapidly regrew, and in the blink of an eye, it had fully recovered.
Di Tian trembled all over, shouting excitedly, "Senior, my bloodline is evolving, and my cultivation is surging! This single drop of blood can increase my cultivation by at least tens of thousands of years!"
Through this drop of blood, he finally confirmed Aotian's Dragon Race identity.
Everyone turned their heads in disbelief, staring at Aotian in shock.
Aotian suddenly turned his head, looking towards the emerald green lake.
Just then, the entire forest began to tremble violently. The ground cracked, the lake water rapidly disappeared, and in an instant, the lakebed was exposed.
(end of chapter)
Di Tian's aura rose incredibly fast, reaching its peak in the blink of an eye.
"Aotian, aren't you going to use your true form to fight?" he reminded.
Aotian shook his head and said, "No need."
Di Tian felt a little displeased, thinking Aotian was clearly looking down on him.
He said nothing more, a terrifying claw striking towards Aotian. With his cultivation of over eight hundred thousand years, combined with the Dragon God Claw imparted by the Dragon God, its might was terrifyingly unparalleled.
The space of the Douluo Continent was still a bit fragile. Around the Dragon God Claw, its tyrannical power crushed the space, causing it to continuously collapse as it pressed towards Aotian.
The vast dragon might permeated this space, making everyone except Aotian’s spirits tremble uncontrollably, feeling an irresistible urge to surrender.
Aotian's divine sense perceived Di Tian's energy fluctuations and power, then he controlled his own power to the same level as Di Tian's.
"True Dragon Combat Technique!" he let out a soft cry, his fair fist shooting up into the sky.
This great killing art of the Dragon Race had long since been cultivated by him to the pinnacle of perfection. Even when unleashed in his human form, this single punch was filled with endless profundity.
Aotian, in his human form, confronted the over thirty-meter-tall black giant dragon. His tiny fist contrasted sharply with the massive black claw, creating a powerful visual impact.
Everyone who witnessed this scene felt the scales of victory in their hearts uncontrollably begin to tip towards Di Tian.
Xiao Wu tightly hugged her mother's thigh, her body trembling slightly, her large eyes filled with worry.
Di Tian's claw surged with dragon might, crushing the void into continuous collapse, while Aotian's punch was utterly unremarkable, like a feeble strike from a thin human youth.
By all appearances, Aotian was bound to lose.
Only Aotian himself knew that the power of his punch was completely contained, not a single trace of it having been emitted.
Under everyone's gaze, the claw and the fist finally collided.
Di Tian's dragon claw and Aotian's fist remained motionless. There was no violent sound, no explosion of wild energy fluctuations. At this moment, it was as if time itself had stopped.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, blankly watching this bizarre scene.
That delicate fist actually blocked the black dragon's massive claw?
Who would win, and who would lose?
Aotian's expression was calm, without a single ripple.
Di Tian was stunned for a moment, but then endless horror quickly welled up within him.
"How is this possible?" he roared inwardly.
Immediately after, cracking sounds reverberated, reaching everyone's ears.
Everyone stared blankly at the massive black dragon claw, from which the cracking sounds emanated.
A dense network of cracks appeared on the black dragon scales covering the claw. With a bang, the scales exploded, and flesh and blood splattered.
That massive dragon claw, as large as a small house, completely shattered and disintegrated.
Pale golden blood gushed from the severed arm like a volcanic eruption. This blood was extremely scalding, sizzling as it sprayed onto the ground.
Aotian stood below, and the pale golden blood poured down like a waterfall. As it neared his body, it was automatically repelled.
His face was unperturbed, calm and unruffled, as he slowly withdrew his fist.
"You lost," he said faintly.
Aotian felt a little disappointed. This was the supreme divine technique of the Dragon Race passed down by the Dragon God, yet it was vastly inferior to his True Dragon Combat Technique.
Although it might be due to Di Tian's insufficient comprehension, in his opinion, this Dragon God Claw was still too crude.
Di Tian's massive body began to shrink, finally transforming into his human form.
His face was handsome and resolute, and the pain from his arm made him furrow his brow slightly.
His hand had been severed at the wrist and had vanished, looking quite terrifying.
Flesh and blood wriggled, attempting to regenerate.
However, blood still gushed wildly, as the wound contained an extremely tyrannical power of laws, preventing it from healing.
Due to the massive blood loss, Di Tian's face gradually turned pale.
The Emerald Swan, Bi Ji, rushed out from the forest, her healing soul skill landing on Di Tian's arm.
However, the effect was not significant. This was no ordinary wound; remnants of the True Dragon Combat Technique's tyrannical power still lingered within it.
Aotian had held back at the last moment; otherwise, Di Tian's entire arm would likely have been gone.
"Let me," Aotian said, walking over.
Zi Ji ran wildly from afar, landing beside Di Tian, her large purple eyes filled with killing intent as she stared at Aotian.
Di Tian gently patted her shoulder with his left hand and said, "Let him do it."
When the power of Aotian's punch had erupted just now, Di Tian experienced a horror that he simply couldn't resist.
That terrifying power had only destroyed his hand before stopping; he knew Aotian had held back.
Aotian walked up to Di Tian, patted his shoulder, and divine power surged into his arm, expelling the residual power from the wound.
Although Aotian's divine power only flowed within Di Tian's arm, it was enough to profoundly shock Di Tian.
He had a feeling that if this small portion of energy Aotian injected into his body were to erupt, it would be enough to tear his body to shreds.
Furthermore, the dragon might contained within this energy was terrifying to the extreme. The last time Di Tian had felt such terrifying dragon might was from the Dragon God himself.
"You..." he couldn't help but exclaim.
Zi Ji, beside him, thought Di Tian was being secretly attacked by Aotian. She immediately unleashed a great deal of killing intent, striking out with her palm toward Aotian.
"Don't!" Di Tian shouted loudly, but it was already too late to stop her.
Aotian was unconcerned. The power of spatial laws formed an invisible barrier, blocking Zi Ji's attack.
Zi Ji pulled Di Tian back a few steps, looking at him doubtfully, and asked, "Are you okay?"
Di Tian shook his head and said, "You've misunderstood Senior; he was healing me."
Senior?
Xiao Wu and the others, including Xiong Jun and his group who had emerged from the forest, were all surprised. Di Tian's change in attitude was so swift; he was already respectfully addressing Aotian as Senior.
Aotian smiled and nodded, saying, "Open your mouth."
Although Di Tian was confused, he still obediently opened his mouth slightly.
The skin on Aotian's palm split open, and a drop of golden blood seeped out, then floated in the air.
He didn't suppress the pressure emanating from this drop of blood. The terrifying dragon might made everyone feel as if the entire firmament was pressing down on them, giving them an irresistible urge to kneel.
But at the same time, the aura emanating from this golden blood also felt incredibly tempting, giving them an urge to swallow it.
"Your bloodlines are still too weak," Aotian said, waving his hand, and the blood dropped into Di Tian's mouth.
He had a good impression of Di Tian. Although their forms were different, they were indeed both part of the Dragon Race, making them Aotian's true brethren. Therefore, he casually bestowed a fortuitous encounter.
Di Tian's body instantly burst forth with golden light, and an unprecedented, terrifying pressure erupted from him, forcing even Zi Ji, who was supporting him, to retreat.
His severed right arm rapidly regrew, and in the blink of an eye, it had fully recovered.
Di Tian trembled all over, shouting excitedly, "Senior, my bloodline is evolving, and my cultivation is surging! This single drop of blood can increase my cultivation by at least tens of thousands of years!"
Through this drop of blood, he finally confirmed Aotian's Dragon Race identity.
Everyone turned their heads in disbelief, staring at Aotian in shock.
Aotian suddenly turned his head, looking towards the emerald green lake.
Just then, the entire forest began to tremble violently. The ground cracked, the lake water rapidly disappeared, and in an instant, the lakebed was exposed.
(end of chapter)
