God of Destruction clutched his chest, feeling as though Tang San's slap had hit him with the force of a mountain.
Just how much of the Gold Dragon King's power had he devoured in one go?
God of Destruction looked troubled, yet when he saw Tang San's current pockmarked, rough appearance, a mocking curve still rose at the corner of his lips.
In the God Realm of old, how many gods had coveted Dragon's Power?
Tang San was not the first, and very likely would not be the last.
However, once these people drew Dragon's Power from somewhere, it manifested in them as Myriad Beast Hundred Forms: scales, overgrown horns and bone spurs, cracked skin, and increasingly twisted bodies.
This could not be altered by personal will. Dragon's Power could only truly fit a dragon's body.
In that era, any God who stole the power of dragons would be brutally destroyed by dragons, without exception.
The reason Tang San could not use certain methods to make himself look human, and had to conceal himself beneath a loose robe, was precisely this.
This was also why, even after seeing Tang San steal the Gold Dragon King's power from the God Forbidden Zone, God of Destruction had still been willing to spare him. Myriad Beast Hundred Forms merely made Tang San uglier and left him unable to digest the dragon bloodline, but the increase in strength was real enough.
Yet clearly, Tang San had no intention of negotiating with him. Since he could not directly revert from his Half-Dragon form, then he would keep absorbing, keep devouring the Gold Dragon King's power, until—he transformed into a dragon!
Seeing the Blue Silver Emperor roots dangling beneath Tang San's feet, constantly transporting the Gold Dragon King's blood to him, God of Destruction merely smiled