In the Douluo God Realm, clouds churned like a sea, and divine light overflowed.
Beside a white jade table in the Sea God Temple, Tang San wore a blue robe and delicately held a cup of Biluochun tea between his fingers. Its fragrant aroma drifted through the hall.
As he watched the man slowly enter the hall, he raised his eyes with a faint smile and spoke mildly. "God of Destruction, to what do I owe this honor? Do you have time for a cup of tea?"
The visitor was none other than the God of Destruction. A sharp aura of destruction surrounded him, and his features were filled with hardness. He had no intention of exchanging pleasantries.
The moment he landed, he asked in a deep voice, "Tang San, where did you just go?"
There was undisguised interrogation in his words. Tang San's heart sank slightly, and a trace of displeasure quietly flickered through him.
Yet his face still bore a gentle smile. He set down his teacup and calmly replied, "God of Destruction, an outsider god invaded Douluo Continent.
As the former Child of Fortune of Douluo Star, I acted to protect my homeworld. Is that reason sufficient?"
"An outsider god?!"
The God of Destruction's pupils suddenly contracted. His tone turned grave as he immediately pressed, "Do you have proof?"
"Look."
Tang San waved his hand, and a wisp of pale golden divine soul floated from his palm, hovering between them.
A strange pressure faintly emanated from the divine soul—an aura that belonged to none of the gods in the Douluo God Realm, carrying the vastness and sharpness of the cosmic stars.
The God of Destruction reached out and grabbed it. The instant his fingertips touched the divine soul, his brows drew tightly together.
He could clearly sense