The God of Destruction narrowed his eyes, his gaze settling on Tang San's face across from him, written all over with shock and suspicion.
He knew that expression all too well—astonishment, vigilance, secret calculations. Even in another world, Tang San gave him exactly the same feeling.
Yet he had not seen such an expression on the Tang San of his own world for a long time.
Seeing it again now, the God of Destruction unexpectedly felt a trace of delight, as though he had reunited with an old rival. Even as enemies, it carried a certain flavor.
He let out a sinister chuckle, his tone openly mocking. "It seems you're quite surprised to see us, Tang San?"
Tang San finally realized that things had completely slipped beyond his control.
His expression darkened, his eyes sharp as blades as he asked in a low voice, "Who exactly are you people?"
The God of Destruction raised a hand and removed his hood, revealing a face Tang San knew all too well.
The God of Destruction looked at Tang San, a cryptic smile curling his lips. "What, have you forgotten me so quickly?"
As he spoke, he casually beckoned. A purple-black energy seed flew out of Tang San's body on its own, hovered briefly in the air, then landed steadily in his palm.
Beside him, the Goddess of Life shook her head helplessly.
Her husband was usually dependable and composed, but whenever he encountered Tang San, he became like a child throwing a tantrum, insisting on overpowering the other side in sheer presence.
With a thought, a jade-green energy seed also flew from Tang San's body. It drifted lightly onto her fingertip, radiating a gentle, pure aura of life.
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted. Those two seeds were the final origins left behind