In the Douluo God Realm, seas of clouds churned as divine light overflowed.
Beside a white jade table in the Sea God Temple, Tang San wore a blue robe and cradled a cup of Biluochun tea between his fingers. Its delicate fragrance lingered through the hall.
Watching the man slowly enter the hall, he looked up with a faint smile and said mildly, "Welcome, God of Destruction. Do you have time for a cup of tea?"
The visitor was none other than the God of Destruction. A fierce aura of destruction surrounded him, and his stern features showed no intention of exchanging pleasantries.
The moment he landed, he asked in a deep voice, "Tang San, where did you go just now?"
The undisguised accusation made Tang San's heart sink slightly, and a trace of displeasure flickered through him.
Yet he maintained his gentle smile, set down his teacup, and answered calmly, "God of Destruction, an outsider deity invaded Douluo Continent.
"As the former child of destiny of Douluo Star, I acted to protect my mother world. Is that reason sufficient?"
"An outsider deity?!"
The God of Destruction's pupils contracted sharply, and his tone immediately turned grave. "Do you have proof?"
"Look."
Tang San waved a hand, and a wisp of pale golden divine soul drifted from his palm, floating between them.
A strange pressure faintly emanated from the divine soul—an aura belonging to none of the deities in the Douluo God Realm, carrying the vastness and sharpness of the cosmic starry sky.
The God of Destruction reached out and seized it. The instant his fingertips touched the divine soul, his brows drew tightly together.
He could clearly sense that this power stood at an extremely high level. It was absolutely not something a soul master of the lower realm could