Xiao Chenlong raised his hand and pointed, and Tang Wutong was lifted straight into the air by telekinesis.
Tang San grew a little anxious. No matter what, Tang Wutong was still his daughter.
"What are you trying to do? Dragging wives and daughters into this is no gentleman's conduct."
"Gentleman? You're talking to me about being a gentleman? Heh. Don't you think that's ridiculous?
Back then, you promised to spare the Angel God Qian Renxue, whose Godhood had shattered, yet what did you do?
Not only did you kill Qian Renxue, you also slaughtered every last remnant of Spirit Hall that had been protecting her.
A two-faced bastard like you thinks you're worthy of talking to me about being a gentleman?"
After Tang San became a God King, what he cared about most was his reputation. Having his dirty past exposed before such a large crowd meant Xiao Chenlong had long since earned a death sentence in his eyes.
However, Tang San did not dare—and could not—make a move, so he could only find himself a grand-sounding excuse.
"I did that so Douluo Continent could enjoy longer-lasting peace. If Spirit Hall was not destroyed, Douluo Continent would never have known peace. They definitely would have struck back."
Clap, clap, clap!
"What a magnificent excuse. You make it sound so righteous that anyone who didn't know better might really think you were some noble, selfless soul.
But let's look through history. The wars between Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire never ceased. It was only after Sun Moon Continent collided with Douluo Continent, and the Sun Moon Empire became an external enemy, that Douluo Continent barely stopped fighting.
Looking at it that way, does your so-called excuse of peace still hold up?
As a Deity, you maintained the continent's division