God Realm Committee.
Everything that happened in the projection just now completely shattered all cognition those deities had regarding the lower realm.
The golden dragon king's massive, sky-obscuring dark-golden body was as fragile as thin paper in front of that white-robed young man, its sea of consciousness cleanly and forcefully severed in just a few moves before being refined into a ball of pure energy.
As for Asura God Tang San, this God Realm Enforcer who used to wield wind and rain in the Divine Realm, was currently dragged away by chains, hanging like a tattered sack.
In the exact center of the grand hall, God of Destruction's hand that had been tightly gripping Destruction Scepter slowly relaxed, his body leaning against the back of the heavy stone chair.
The purple lightning on his body had long since faded completely, and his complexion looked exceptionally pale.
Evil, did you clearly see his moves?
God of Evil Ji Dong turned around, spreading his hands, his tone filled with bitterness:
Seeing them clearly, so what? Not seeing them clearly, so what? When that sword was swung, the Asura and Sea God divine powers within Tang San's body stalled simultaneously for a full three breaths. Three breaths of time, placed in a battle between God Kings, are enough to take Tang San apart and reassemble him a hundred times over.
Nearby Goddess of Life Lie Yan pressed down on Ji Dong's arm, saying in a low voice:
What is even more terrifying is that domain.
How formidable was the physical body of the golden dragon king? Back then, the dragon god's remnant corpse could not even be severed by Asura Blood Sword, and could only be slowly worn down by the sealing grand formation.
*Yet under his golden light, the golden dragon king's