"Hmph, for Xiaoqi's sake, I'll let this slide this time."
Destruction did not erupt.
Because from Tang San's mouth, he had heard an answer that surprised him.
What did he mean, I hadn't defeated Su Ming?
You, Tang San, had already stepped in to interfere. Was there anything you still couldn't accomplish?
The God of Destruction raised an eyebrow, and his interest was immediately piqued.
Without the God Realm Core, he still possessed immense authority as the incarnation of the God Realm's Origin of Destruction. At this moment, he could still project his divine sense into the Lower Realm.
Without the God Realm Core, the greatest impact on him was merely the efficiency of observation.
If he had the Core in hand, then even if he could not see every detail of the entire plane at a glance, he could still monitor the whole continent from a macro perspective and immediately learn wherever major events occurred.
Now that he lacked the God Realm Core, the God of Destruction's search efficiency was extremely low. He could only search inch by inch, greatly weakening his observation of the continent.
After all, many dimensions lay between the God Realm and the Lower Plane.
Of course, if he locked onto a target, he could naturally observe it in real time.
"Xiaoqi."
The God of Destruction moved quickly. The biggest event on the continent at present was the Soul Fighting Tournament, so he directly projected his divine sense into Star Luo City. Following Tang San's aura, he found Wang Dong, who was now Tang Wutong's incarnation.
"Being so secretive? Xiaoqi won't even let me look?"
The God of Destruction snorted coldly, but did not forcibly break through Tang San's concealment.
He curiously observed the arena, then his eyes suddenly widened.
*Why was someone fighting the