"Silver Dragon King, what exactly are you trying to do?! Do you want the God Realm to wipe out the Soul Beast race?!"
Tang San's righteous voice rang out. At that moment, one man and one demon stood suspended high in the sky, facing each other from afar.
"It's you humans who have been constantly squeezing the Soul Beasts' territory. Don't give me that nonsense about Soul Beasts deserving to die."
Gu Yuena snorted coldly, utterly disdainful of Tang San.
"One day, our Demon Race will storm the God Realm and establish a world where only the Demon Race exists."
Demon Race?
Tang San mulled over the unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar term. It was not as though he had never read tales of the strange and supernatural. Back when he was in the Tang Sect, quite a few disciples had shared such novels with him, and they had included the term Demon Race.
Could that anomaly be related to the world of my previous life?
Tang San's expression darkened, though there was also a faint trace of joy.
On one hand, he worried that his background would be exposed. He was merely a thief who had secretly learned the Tang Sect's secret techniques. On the other hand, he wanted to return and show the elders what achievements Tang San had attained.
However, none of the lower planes under the God Realm contained the world where he had lived in his previous life. Tang San had breathed a sigh of relief and stopped dwelling on it.
But now that something seemingly connected to it had appeared, Tang San could no longer keep his emotions calm.
Dragon Might!
An invisible majesty bore down in Tang San's direction. She intended to give Tang San a show of strength.
As if sensing the approaching