Shengyangyue: Whatever God You Are, Have a Meteor to Play With!

In the ocean-like expanse of space, azure seawater moved without wind, sending ripples rolling outward.

Shengyangyue's sword attacks were sharp as lightning. Strike after strike slashed toward Sea God Tang San's head, every one carrying the resolve to perish together.

Tang San floated in midair, his expression growing increasingly grim.

With an effortless turn and sweep of his trident, he blocked every one of Shengyangyue's attacks. The golden Sea God Trident seemed like a toy in his hand, divine radiance flowing around it with the calm composure of someone in complete control.

He truly could not understand why this young man before him had to be so stubborn—this was an opportunity to become a god, the ultimate goal every Soul Master on the Douluo Continent dreamed of and pursued their entire lives. Yet this brat had rejected it as if throwing away trash, even repeatedly swinging his sword at him, a God King.

"You ungrateful fool!" The last trace of patience in Tang San's eyes was exhausted. As a God King, even if only his divine soul had descended, he would not tolerate such blasphemy from some brat of the lower realm.

The divine power around him suddenly surged, blue divine radiance sweeping out like a tsunami. "Unfixed Waves!"

He had intended to use this move to immobilize Shengyangyue first, then forcibly brand and control him with Spiritual Power.

Since the boy was unwilling to become a dog willingly, he could only be forcibly tamed. Tang San had plenty of methods to make him submit obediently.

But just as the divine power of Unfixed Waves was about to envelop Shengyangyue, an identical figure suddenly flashed out from the side. The Sun Moon Sword in its hand thrust straight at Tang San's throat from an exceptionally tricky angle.

"A clone? When?"