"My Lord!"
As the Silver Dragon King emerged, Daming and Erming immediately lowered their heads and knelt respectfully.
"Please punish us, my Lord. We failed in our duty and allowed humans to disturb your rest."
"My Lord..."
Xiao Wu also knelt on one knee, her head lowered before the massive silver dragon suspended in the air.
Meanwhile, Ye Feng's eyes were fixed on the Silver Dragon King. His gaze scanned her colossal figure, noting the injuries scattered across her body. Dozens of massive scars marred her silver scales, and many scales had completely fallen off, leaving behind terrifying wounds tens of meters long.
"Stand up," the Silver Dragon King's voice rang out, shaking the air like thunder.
"Xiao Wu, you too. There's no need to kneel."
"Thank you, my Lord," Xiao Wu replied softly, rising to her feet.
The Silver Dragon King's gaze then shifted downward, locking eyes with Ye Feng. Likewise, Ye Feng calmly returned her gaze.
"Ten spirit rings? Whose divine throne did you inherit?" the Silver Dragon King asked curiously.
"Transform into your human form," Ye Feng replied, his tone unyielding. "I don't like talking to dragons."
"I am the Silver Dragon King," she replied coldly, unwilling to comply.
"You may be the Silver Dragon King, but your current combat strength isn't even at the level of a second-class god. If I wanted to, I could force you into your human form right here—and it wouldn't be pretty." Ye Feng's voice was calm, yet his words carried immense weight and pressure.
The Silver Dragon King hesitated.
Ye Feng had made himself clear. If she refused to transform, he would simply beat her until she did.
A surge of anger welled up inside her. She wanted to lash out and fight Ye Feng—but she couldn't. Not in her current condition. Her body was too severely injured. She knew she was no match for him.
Left with no choice, the Silver Dragon King reluctantly gave in.
A brilliant silver light exploded from her body, outshining even the sun. The light began to contract, growing smaller and smaller, until finally—a figure emerged.
A woman hovered in the air.
Her long silver hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, reaching her ankles. The strands shimmered like liquid crystal, glowing with an ethereal brilliance. Her beauty was breathtaking—so divine it defied description. Words simply couldn't do her justice.
Her skin was fair and flawless, her eyes a mesmerizing shade of purple. Even though she only wore a simple white robe, her figure exuded sensuality. Her long, curled lashes framed her vibrant, translucent eyes.
"Go on," the Silver Dragon King said impatiently.
Ye Feng frowned. "Come down. You're standing too high—I don't like craning my neck to talk."
This time, the Silver Dragon King didn't hesitate. She slowly descended to the ground, standing before Ye Feng.
"Now speak," she said.
"I inherited the divine throne of the God of Creation," Ye Feng answered calmly.
"The God of Creation?" The Silver Dragon King paused, her voice low as if speaking to herself. "Yes... Once one steps into that realm, creation and destruction become matters of will alone. God of Creation... an appropriate name."
"You know about the God of Creation?" Ye Feng asked in surprise.
He knew very well that the God of Creation didn't exist in the current Douluo God Realm. Yet, the Silver Dragon King seemed familiar with the name, even reverent.
"I didn't," she corrected herself. "But the Dragon God did. The Dragon God had nearly broken through the level of a Supreme God. He sensed a new realm—one that granted the power to create worlds and destroy them with a thought. Unfortunately... a war erupted between humans and spirit beasts in the divine realm. In the end, the five Supreme Gods struck together, and..." She stopped there, unwilling to continue.
Had the Dragon God continued cultivating uninterrupted, he would have surely reached that realm—the realm of the God of Creation. Ten divine halos would have appeared behind him.
The Silver Dragon King looked at Ye Feng. "Why did you come to see me?"
"Two reasons," Ye Feng said. "First, on behalf of the United Nations of Humanity, I wish to propose a collaboration between humans and spirit beasts."
"A collaboration? Is that necessary?"
"Of course it is," Ye Feng replied. "Human spirit masters need spirit rings to advance, and those come from spirit beasts. I can't stop humans from pursuing advancement, nor can I stop them from hunting spirit beasts. But what we can do is find a way to benefit both sides. We hope that aged or dying spirit beasts can be offered willingly to spirit masters, rather than hunted indiscriminately. You may not know this, but now all human spirit masters must apply and receive approval before hunting any spirit beast."
The Silver Dragon King fell silent, her expression contemplative.
"That... would indeed benefit spirit beasts. I agree." She gave a small nod. "Now, what's the second reason?"
Ye Feng raised his hand, and a shadowy figure took form in the air—an image of Tang San.
"Have you seen this man?"
The Silver Dragon King nodded. "Yes."
"And?" Ye Feng pressed, his eyes narrowing.
"He passed the Nine Trials of the Dragon God."
Ye Feng's eyebrows twitched. So it really had happened.
His presence had thrown the entire Douluo timeline into chaos. The formation of the United Nations, the altered fates of people like Qian Renxue, Huo Wu, Ye Lingling, Hu Liena—none of it was supposed to happen. Even Bibi Dong's original plans to destroy the world had been derailed.
All of this had been caused by him. And naturally, the person most affected by his intervention... was Tang San.
He never expected that, through some twist of fate, Tang San would end up receiving the Nine Trials of the Dragon God.
"Which trial has he reached? Where is he now?" Ye Feng asked.
"I won't tell you," the Silver Dragon King said bluntly.
Ye Feng's expression darkened. A terrifying pressure erupted from his body and descended on her like a mountain.
The Silver Dragon King dropped to one knee, gasping for breath, her face pale. Even though she was once on par with a Supreme God, her injuries and the temporal chaos had left her weak—now no stronger than a second-level god.
"My Lord!" Daming and Erming cried out in unison, panic written across their faces.
Both of them were immediately crushed to the ground by Ye Feng's spiritual pressure, unable to move a muscle.
"Brother!" Xiao Wu shouted.
"Even if you kill me, I won't tell you!" The Silver Dragon King's voice remained firm. "He is the hope of our kind—the last hope for the spirit beasts."
Ye Feng stared at her for a moment, then waved his hand.
The suffocating pressure vanished instantly.
He returned to his usual, calm appearance. But Daming and Erming didn't dare move. They now understood just how terrifying this man was. If he wanted to kill them, it would be no more difficult than swatting a fly.
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