"I understand."
Tang San took a deep breath, and the reverence and confusion in his eyes transformed into incomparably resolute fighting spirit.
"Brother Chen, we won't let you down!"
"That's right!" Dai Mubai slammed a fist against his chest, a startling brilliance bursting from his evil eyes. "They're just Gods! Who cares what the hell they are! Fuck them up!"
"Hehe, God Slaying? That sounds way more exciting than being a Food System Soul Master! Count me in!" Oscar stroked his chin, grinning like a cat that had stolen some cream.
"And me! My Phoenix Flame isn't afraid of any Gods!"
Watching his companions' soaring fighting spirit reignite, Han Yuchen finally revealed a smile that came from the heart.
Some secrets could not yet be told.
Let's turn back time.
When Han Yuchen carried Tang San and Dai Mubai on his shoulders and led the Shrek group out of sight at the end of the passage, the atmosphere in the Golden Iron Triangle's lounge froze to its lowest point.
Flender stood there with his mouth agape. The mug of ale in his hand, meant for celebration, had spilled all over the floor at some point. The cold liquor soaked his trouser legs, yet he was completely unaware of it.
The fierce, beautiful eyes of Liu Erlong, always seeming to burn with flames, were now filled with confusion and absent-mindedness, as though her soul had left her body.
And Master, Yu Xiaogang, the man hailed as the foremost theorist on Douluo Continent, sat slumped in his chair in an unprecedented posture.
His glasses hung crookedly from the bridge of his nose. Both hands clutched his meticulously combed hair so tightly that it had turned into a messy bird's nest.
He stared blankly at the floor, mechanically repeating three words over