"Since ancient times, victors became kings and lords, while losers were branded as bandits.
Words are useless. Let's settle this with our hands!"
Tang San stared coldly at the God of Destruction and said icily.
Once murderous intent rose within him, this was no longer child's play.
With the defense of the Thousand Strike Peacock Plume temporarily holding them back,
Tang San opened with a major move.
Rings of golden light instantly materialized.
Yet they did not fly forward. Instead, they hovered above and behind his head.
They were none other than the Sea God divine skill, Formless Storm.
"Today, I'll show you the true power of a God King.
Destruction, next year on this day will be the anniversary of your death!!"
The God of Destruction showed no fear whatsoever and raised the Scepter of Destruction in his hand.
"Tang San, don't be so naive.
Do you really think you're the strongest God King, invincible throughout the Divine Realm?!
Since you took the initiative to start this divine war today, then let me tell you: you won't have the slightest chance!
The moment his words fell, a streak of purple light suddenly shot into the heavens.
Then, several divine figures appeared at his side.
They were the God of Destruction, the Seven Original Sin Gods, and even Ma Hongjun, the Phoenix God.
One after another, they released halos representing their respective divine positions and gathered them together.
Just now, Destruction had used part of the spatial control power of the world's core to transfer these gods out of the mostly destroyed castle.
Though he could not fully control it, he could still manage short-distance transfers.
For a time, the immense divine power of one Supreme God and nine First-Class Gods gathered here.
In an instant, it transformed into a