In the starry sky, a man with blood-red eyes and flying white hair was being pinned down and viciously slammed.
From time to time, Sea God divine power surged over, along with multicolored dragon claws, and the many Dragon Kings all swarmed in.
One punched, another kicked; one slapped, another lashed.
Asura Tang San's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot. This was not his true body, but that did not mean it was not controlled by his true body's consciousness.
It was the equivalent of being beaten on two fronts. On one side, he had to be beaten by Gu Chen and guard against being killed.
Here, he was being beaten by a whole crowd.
Even his mouth had been knocked crooked.
But right now, Tang San did not want to care about anything. He only wanted to say one thing.
His blood-red gaze turned toward that person who looked exactly the same as him, without the slightest difference, blue hair drifting.
"Tell me, why is the Sea God Position in your hands!"
"And who the hell are you!"
Tang San had truly lost it. Even if Gu Chen slapped him ten thousand times across the face, it might not have shattered his Dao heart as quickly as this did now.
He had never forgotten the Tang Sect of his previous life.
Nor had he ever forgotten his own origins.
But that was the secret hidden in the deepest part of his heart.
Sometimes, Tang San wondered whether he had truly been reborn, or whether he had seized someone else's body.
Back when his parents had been hunted down by Spirit Hall, there had been far too many holes in the story.
Even if Tang San did not actively think about it, he could still