The Depressed Tang San, Golden Dragon King: Interested in Cooperating?

"I told you, no!" Tang San's face was gloomy as he said coldly, "I can't contact them, and they haven't sent any reply!"

He was furious now.

They couldn't even handle such a minor matter. Dai Mubai was truly getting more useless with age.

The other deities furrowed their brows, unsure whether they should believe him.

After all, Tang San had a history of this.

"Heh... hehehe."

The Golden Dragon King sneered coldly. "You ants are quite good at shirking responsibility. Do you really take me for a fool?"

"I'll give you another half a day. Otherwise, I won't mind seriously injuring you ants again."

"Golden Dragon King, go ahead and try. Let's see whether we dare to fight you to the death!" God of Destruction stared coldly at the Golden Dragon King, his imposing aura undiminished.

"Right. If you have the guts, come at us. Do you think we're afraid of you?"

"If you dare to attack, we dare to fight to the death!"

"The Divine Realm is already like this. Do you really think we still fear life and death?"

The gods spoke up one after another, all looking ready to fight to the death. Not one of them retreated even half a step.

Whether their resolve to "fight to the death" was genuine or not, they put on that stance now because they knew that the more critical the moment, the less they could afford to show weakness.

Once they backed down, the Golden Dragon King would inevitably control them.

"Hmph!" The Golden Dragon King snorted heavily, a trace of wariness in its eyes.

The combined strength of the gods would still give it a hard time.

Besides, it didn't want to force everyone to their deaths. At least before it seized the Ice Dragon's body, these