Tang San thought the same.
The intensely condensed chill and destructive power emanating from that blade's edge made even him, a Supreme God King, feel his heart pound in alarm.
Especially when he recalled how his two previous projections had been utterly crushed, a thought he refused to acknowledge gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake:
Could it be that even if I descend upon the Douluo Continent in person with all my strength this time, the outcome... still won't change?
"Lu! Jun!"
Tang San forced the two words out through clenched teeth, his face so dark it seemed ready to drip water.
But then, as though he had remembered something, he abruptly let out a low, eerie laugh, filled with a suppressed madness and delight.
"Heh... hahaha, Lu Jun, they say things never happen more than three times!"
"Did you think I would make no preparations after suffering twice?"
"Did you really think I had no way to deal with that sword of yours?!"
Lu Jun stood with his sword in hand, his expression as placid as an ancient well. He did not answer.
Beside him, Gu Yue Na already held the Silver Dragon Spear, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, her eyes gleaming coldly.
The proud Silver Dragon King lifted her delicate chin and looked down upon Tang San as though surveying a subject. Her cool voice carried unquestionable authority.
"Asura God, your days of wantonly spreading your will across the Douluo Continent and deceiving all living beings through the authority of the God Realm are over!"
"Hand over the position of Asura God willingly, and I may consider sparing your life!"
"Silver Dragon King." Tang San's cold gaze shifted toward Gu Yue Na, filled with mockery and disdain. "You really think you're something, don't you?"
"Don't