"Not good!"
Seeing the expression on Meng Yuan's face, the Asura God's expression changed drastically. Disregarding Tang San, he flashed away, intending to flee.
There was no other reason. As a god steeped in slaughter, the Asura God was all too familiar with the expression on Meng Yuan's face.
Because whenever he looked at ants he could crush with a casual gesture, he wore that very same expression and gaze.
Although the Asura God had not seen Meng Yuan reveal his strength, he still trusted his instincts.
Yet just as he prepared to flee, he discovered in terror that his body suddenly could not move.
What is going on?!
The Asura God's pupils contracted. He was a God King-level powerhouse—could it be that before this mysterious man, he still lacked even the slightest ability to resist?
How could the gap be so immense?
One had to know that even in the entire universe, God King-level combat power stood at the very pinnacle.
Even if he was no match for this man, he should not have been utterly incapable of fighting back, should he?
Especially when the Asura God tried to struggle, he felt an unprecedented sense of insignificance, as though he were an ant facing the heavens.
Beneath the vast heavens, the Asura God felt his entire body go limp, his very soul trembling.
Tang San beside him fared even worse. He did not possess a divine body and ate mortal food; as his soul trembled, he directly lost control of his bladder and bowels.
Meng Yuan's expression remained unchanged as two golden glints flickered in his eyes.
The next second, Tang San and the Asura God's bodies spontaneously burst into flames.
There were no screams or wails, nor were there any ashes or remains. There were only two clusters