Tang San stared hollow-eyed at the ruins beneath his feet, while images of Tang Hao, Tang Wei, and Tang Chen before their deaths kept surfacing in his mind.
They had given up resisting of their own accord, allowing the bloody light to engulf them so that he could succeed.
"Go!"
Seeing no response from him, Asura's voice took on a note of displeasure.
Tang San moved his lips.
"What good would killing him do?"
Asura paused.
Tang San gave a self-mocking smile, two streams of bloody tears flowing from his eyes.
"I did all this for the sect."
"I wanted the Clear Sky Sect to become the number one sect on the continent. I wanted Father and Uncle to witness the sect's glory."
"Now, they're all dead."
"The Clear Sky Sect is gone."
"Even if I kill Yu Xiaoheng, I'll still be alone."
"I'd rather not have this kind of power."
Hearing Tang San's cowardly resistance, Asura lost his patience.
The order of the God Realm could not be challenged. The successor he had chosen could not shrink back at a time like this.
"You have no choice."
The God King's voice exploded thunderously within Tang San's sea of consciousness.
A crimson will surged forth like a tide from the deepest part of Tang San's soul, instantly forcefully suppressing and sealing away Tang San's own consciousness.
Tang San's body shuddered violently.
His eyes instantly lost focus, and the pain and struggle on his face vanished.
Asura forcibly took control of this body.
"Mortal emotions are ultimately a burden on the path to godhood."
Controlling Tang San's body, Asura muttered coldly to himself.
He raised his head and looked toward the distant horizon, locking onto the direction of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
Yu Xiaoheng, this variable, had to be