Tang San fixed his gaze on Jiang Ming, his pupils like bottomless black holes, seemingly radiating an utterly terrifying devouring force.
Jiang Ming met Tang San's eyes. With his current Spiritual Power, he naturally could not confront a God King-level Tang San head-on, but Tang San had not truly unleashed the pressure of a God King either.
"Heh, you're quite good."
Tang San chuckled and put away the copy of Douluo Continent: Legend of Shrek's Seven Devils in his hand.
When he had first seen the book, he had indeed been rather angry.
If it had merely been making things up, he would have simply regarded it as unofficial history.
But some of the things in the book were true!
Thus, when he first saw it, he had felt both puzzled and angry.
But now that he had become a god, he no longer had much connection to the mortal world. This sort of matter was merely a passing fit of anger.
He had not pulled Jiang Ming's Spiritual Power here solely because of that unofficial history.
Whoosh—
Seeing Tang San put the book away, Jiang Ming also breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
Fortunately, when he had created it, he had artistically altered some of the things he knew, using exaggerated techniques to forcibly turn a perspective that seemed like it had been filmed with a camera into something resembling unofficial history.
Of course, when compiling it into a book, he had genuinely collected some folk tales and unofficial histories as well.
Roughly speaking, it was seventy percent false and thirty percent true.
That was also one of the decisive reasons Tang San had not truly taken the matter to heart.
If it had genuinely been written from a camera-like perspective, Tang San absolutely would not be speaking to