Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 303 Di Tiancheng's Worried Old Father
As Shrek City descended into chaos.

Mingdu, near the headquarters of the Spirit Pagoda, is the senior staff dormitory area.

The afternoon sun streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the living room, which was covered with a soft carpet, in a warm and cozy atmosphere.

The air was filled with the delicate fragrance of fine tea leaves.

Meanwhile, Di Tian was currently residing in Di Yue's home. This once-powerful Beast God, who struck fear into the hearts of the entire continent and was known as the strongest Douluo Continent warrior, was now comfortably reclining in a large rocking chair, dressed in a comfortable silk Tang suit.

As for why it's the title of the strongest in Douluo Continent, it's because the era of Di Tian has passed.

Humans are stronger now because they are truly no match for Yunming.

Even if both sides have four-word battle armor.

Di Tian once thought that humanity was only able to surpass him in real strength because of its technological level.

It wasn't until the Spirit Pagoda meticulously forged his own four-word battle armor, and after another battle with Yun Ming decades ago, that Di Tian truly came to submit to Yun Ming.

He acknowledged that the other party was the number one Douluo in this era.

Because Yun Ming... also possessed god-level strength, and was in no way afraid of his Dragon God Claw.

Moreover, to some extent, even Di Tian had to look up to him.

"The times are changing too fast. If it weren't for my inability to become a god, which completely limits my cultivation level..."

"How can I, without a divine position, possibly defeat humans who are favored by the gods?"

"The speed of human progress is simply too fast. It's unimaginable what state we would be in today if we hadn't coexisted harmoniously with other humans ten thousand years ago."

Perhaps thinking of his glorious past, the days when he could chat and laugh with the number one Douluo of ten thousand years ago, sparring with each other and sharing interesting stories, Di Tian smiled self-deprecatingly and put it out of his mind.

He slowly rocked his chair, crossed his legs, and slowly pulled out a brand-new soul-guided communicator.

This was given to him by the Spirit Pagoda.

They claimed that since Di Tian rarely comes to human cities, and that staying in the Star Dou Great Forest for too long would make him out of touch with society, they gave him a communicator so that he could take a good look at human society.

So he opened today's news.

Then I saw the news headlines scrolling rapidly on the communicator screen.

"Tsk."

When Di Tian saw the explosive news that "Tang Sect headquarters was attacked by a mysterious ice-type expert, suffering heavy losses, and the Amorous Douluo was seriously injured and fell into a coma," he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and let out a light click of his tongue with an ambiguous meaning.

"Such extensive damage in just ten minutes?" Di Tian muttered to himself, his finger tracing the horrifying photos of the ruins on the screen. "This method... is ruthless and cunning."

A playful smile appeared on his aged face. He picked up the celadon teacup on the small table next to him, took a sip of the warm tea, and closed his eyes contentedly.

"The human world... is getting more and more interesting." Di Tian sighed, his tone carrying a detached, spectator's attitude. "It's definitely much more interesting than life in the Star Dou Great Forest."

Just then, light footsteps were heard in the hallway leading from the living room to the inner room.

A tall, aloof figure appeared in Di Tian's field of vision.

Her long, golden hair flowed like sunlight, cascading casually over her shoulders. Her crimson eyes shone like burning rubies, exuding an innate nobility and a hint of languidness.

It was Di Yue.

She had clearly just returned from outside, carrying a similar soul-guided communicator in her arms.

Her attention was completely drawn to the screen; her slender fingers flew across it, tapping rapidly, and the corners of her delicate lips unconsciously curved upwards, forming a subtle yet captivating smile. She seemed engrossed in a conversation, barely even noticing where she was walking.

"cough."

Di Tian put down his teacup, deliberately coughed loudly, and his aged yet authoritative voice rang out, carrying a hint of an elder's admonition:

"Little guy, you're not allowed to look at your communicator while walking. Do you think your eyes are on the top of your head? You can't even watch where you're going. What kind of behavior is this? What if you bump into something..."

Upon hearing this, Di Yue paused, raised her crimson eyes from the screen, and rolled her eyes wide, as if to say, "Old man, you're meddling in other people's business again."

"Okay, okay, stop nagging."

Di Yue replied curtly, her tone slightly rebellious, but her hands didn't stop moving; she continued tapping the screen while confidently retorting:
"I have the mental power to see the road, I can see it from every angle, I don't even need to look at the road to fall, so you don't need to worry about me!"

After saying that, she hugged the communicator and, like a proud and agile golden phoenix, walked straight through the living room, slipped into her room without looking back, and slammed the door shut.

Di Tian looked at the tightly closed door, shook his head helplessly, lay back in the rocking chair, picked up his teacup, and a subtle, indulgent smile appeared on his lips.

"Mental strength, humph, little brat..."

Di Tian shook his head helplessly.

"Sigh." He let out a long sigh, lay back in the rocking chair, picked up his slightly cool tea and took a sip. "This little one, she's really gotten too big for her britches. Oh well, let her be. As long as she's happy."

Even so, the worries that belonged to the old father in Di Tian's heart were like bubbles rising from the bottom of the water.

He put down his teacup, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest of the rocking chair.

"I'm just... a little worried."

Di Tian narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of Di Yue's room.

"This little ancestor is simple-minded, and with such a status and position, he's like a walking light bulb, and he still likes to play those human tricks... What if he gets tricked and kidnapped by some ignorant, glib human kid?"

Once this thought crossed his mind, combined with the way Di Yue had looked earlier, holding the communicator and smiling with a hint of budding romance, Di Tian's doubts were magnified tenfold.

From God's perspective, it may not be, but in the eyes of the Heavenly Emperor, it is.

Something's not right, something's really not right. I've never seen her care about anyone like this before!

"No." Di Tian sat up abruptly, his eyes sharpening. "We need to find out the details."

He stood up, walked a few steps to Di Yue's door, raised his hand, and knocked three times, his voice carrying an undeniable air of authority.
"Little one, open the door, I need to talk to you."

The room was silent for a few seconds, then came Di Yue's voice, which was clearly reluctant and even a little irritable:
"What is it, Di Tian? Is it important? Can't we talk about it tomorrow? I'm busy right now."

"It's very important, say it now." Di Tian emphasized.

The door clicked open a crack, revealing Di Yue's stunningly beautiful face, which was clearly annoyed at being disturbed. Her long golden hair was slightly disheveled, and her crimson eyes glared at Di Tian, ​​her cheeks puffed out in anger.

"Speak quickly! What's wrong?!"

Ignoring her petty temper, Di Tian's sharp gaze locked onto the communicator in her hand, and he cut to the chase with a hint of interrogation:

"Who were you chatting with just now? You seemed to be having a great time. Your smile was practically reaching your ears."

"Huh?" Di Yue was taken aback by the question, blinking her crimson eyes as if she hadn't expected Di Tian to ask this.

Immediately, the slight reluctance on her face vanished, replaced by a radiant smile of pride and a desire to share.

(End of this chapter)