"What are you saying? I still need you to crown me before I can become a god?" Tang San demanded furiously.
"Yep. Without us, you can't become a god," Bu Le told Tang San while practicing a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Xiao Wu.
"What the—" Tang San completely lost it.
To unlock the Shura God Trial, he had endured seventy-two deaths in the trial of Shura God's will just to qualify. He had swallowed his humiliation and completed eight of the nine trials. At last, he had reached the Ninth Trial—only for it to be split into eighteen seals, each requiring him to kneel and kowtow three times. He had finally made it to the end, ready to enjoy the fruits of victory, and now they were telling him that ten bastards still had to crown him before he could claim his Divine Throne?
"Aaaaaah!" Tang San couldn't take it anymore. He clenched his fists, stretched out his long arms, and beat his chest, letting out a shrill baboon screech.
"Shut up! What are you howling for?" Dai Mubai snapped.
"Don't interrupt my Martial Soul Fusion Skill practice with Xiao Wu," Bu Le said irritably.
"You're making an awful lot of noise," Yu Tianheng said. "Do you still want to inherit the Shura God Throne? We can revoke your right to it, you know."
Tang San fell silent.
"Brothers, Ah San Gege hasn't had an easy journey," Xiao Wu said. "We should at least finish crowning him."
She then turned to Tang San with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Ah San Gege. Yu Tianheng and the others said they'd only help crown you after I finished practicing the Martial Soul Fusion Skill with them. Please bear with it a little longer. I'll ask them to crown you when we're