All that could be said was that all three Tang Sans were in bad shape.
Creation Tang San was being one-sidedly hammered by Gu Chen.
He had been bouncing back and forth between life and death the whole time, but the moment he revived, he was crushed to death again.
Asura Tang San was being toyed with like a plaything by his own son, another version of himself, and an enemy who had come knocking.
Slaps to the face and punches to the chest were already considered the mild stuff.
As for Destruction Tang San on the other side...
He floated in outer space with vacant eyes, while the many Dragon Kings had already gathered together.
They started playing rock-paper-scissors.
Whoever won went over and slapped him.
The Asura God position, at least, had been with him for a long time.
Even if he did not use it well.
Even if he could not compare to other gods who played with a single god position.
He could still barely be considered able to use it.
But what the hell were you doing trying to use the Destruction God position?
Had you ever even touched it before trying to use it?
Even against the many First-Class God Dragon Kings, he did not have much strength to fight back. Destruction Tang San was beaten unconscious outright.
So under the three-pronged assault, it was impossible for Tang San not to go red with rage.
It was like Sukuna taking eight Black Flashes from Yuji.
Or playing a slap contest with a good friend.
Your friend played rock-paper-scissors with you and beat you eight times in a row. That much was still nothing.
The important part was that each slap from the other side was heavier than the last.
After eight rounds of that,