Tang San was brimming with momentum. Seeing the terrified expressions of the people within Spirit Hall, he felt as though he ruled heaven and earth.
A powerful sense of vengeance surged through him. Because of the Rakshasa God Position, he felt his strength rise several more notches, so he let that emotion run wild.
"I'll make you bastards who aid the tyrant taste my power!"
"Dugu Yan, and Bibi Dong!"
"I won't spare any of you who help Little Jiu!"
Tang San roared, his eyes blood-red as the Gold Soul Ring on his body radiated intense divine light.
It continuously amplified his strength.
At this moment, Tang San felt that he should be the strongest person alive, that a single hammer blow was enough to decide heaven and earth!
Terrifying wind pressure bore down. The Spirit Masters of Spirit City fell silent as cicadas in winter, their faces pale as they watched the horrifying giant hammer, as though the heavens themselves were collapsing.
"How are we supposed to defend against that?"
"Are we finished this time?"
"That power is too terrifying. It could crush everything!"
Everyone placed their hopes on Bibi Dong, yet she stood there leisurely, her expression calm and her beautiful eyes filled with indifference.
Tang San sneered inwardly. Had Bibi Dong accepted her fate?
"So you want to watch your subordinates die too. Everyone is the same! Are you planning to flee by yourself?"
If Bibi Dong dared to take this blow head-on, Tang San was confident he could smash her divine body apart with one strike.
Bibi Dong shook her head and curled her lips disdainfully.
"You think you're so impressive? Believe it or not, without lifting a finger, I can make you get lost!"
Naturally, Tang San did not believe her. His eyes were full