Tang San, God King Tang!

Tang San had practically made it clear: the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect should know its place, stay out of this, and not lift a rock only to drop it on their own feet.

What kind of trump card or advantage did he have?!

How dared he be so arrogantly boastful?

If it were an ordinary person, Ning Fengzhi naturally would not care.

But was the person before him ordinary?

No, was he even human?

A future God King reborn—no matter how bizarre his ability to fight above his rank was, it would not be surprising. It was even possible that he could wield a portion of a god's power.

The God of Love from before, as well as Sea God Poseidon, who had capsized in a gutter, had both proven that.

Ning Fengzhi could not help but treat the other party's words seriously.

What was more, Ning Rongrong had said that they should try not to completely fall out, especially before she emerged from seclusion. She could not guarantee that things would not develop beyond expectations.

But at this stage, if they did not fall out, then without the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Tang San might very well massacre everyone and obtain several Soul Rings.

The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, the Demon Empress, Bi Ji, and Ten Thousand Demons King.

At the very least, they were all soul beasts comparable to level 98 Titled Douluo. Their Soul Rings and Soul Bones were priceless treasures.

Furthermore, Tang San himself possessed Twin Martial Souls and likely had not filled all his Soul Rings. If he acquired them and filled up his Soul Slots, who knew what would happen?

There was basically no possibility of reconciliation between the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Tang San. After all, Tang San's