Talk about a zero-frame opening move.
Worthy of being the founding patriarch of our Path to Death—one sentence, and he perfectly embodied the expressive style of Douluo Tang Syndrome!
He was dressed extravagantly, with a bright, majestic, pure, and immaculate aura. His handsome features carried the air of God King's Gastritis, while the fish fork in his hand had quite the flair of Yuan Hua.
Especially that domineering opening line—it scared everyone into freezing on the spot!
He...
Never mind, I can't keep making this up.
This was simply too absurd.
Sensing that vast, ocean-like radiance, Yan Shaozhe, who had been slapped flying by Zhongli Wu, scrambled to his feet and looked tearfully at the blue-gold phantom.
"Sea... Sea God Ancestor!"
Yan Shaozhe recognized the phantom at a glance. After all, he had spent nearly a hundred years at Shrek, seeing the statues of Tang San in the plaza every time he came and went. Those statues had been carved based on Tang San and the others' appearances, so naturally, they looked exactly like the real people.
At the sight of Tang San, this nearly hundred-year-old man cried like an oversized baby, snot and tears streaming down his face.
Yet Tang San paid no attention to one of Douluo's ten most touching moments. Instead, he snorted coldly. "Useless trash. You couldn't even protect a single Shrek properly. What use are you to this god?"
Crack!
This... was the sound of a heart breaking!
The light vanished from Yan Shaozhe's eyes. He became a complete salted fish, sitting on the ground in a daze without caring about the dust covering him.
After verbally crushing Yan Shaozhe's fragile heart, Tang San turned toward the three forces besieging Shrek.
"So it was you people who wanted to seize Shrek's things?" Tang San narrowed