Tang San's face was cold as he carried the dying Ji Dong down from the arena. He had never cared whether mortal ants lived or died, but he cared about his own reputation.
Lie Yan and Ji Dong's consecutive, miserable defeats were slaps right across his face.
"Hmph! This is only the beginning. Don't get too pleased with yourselves."
"Tang San, you really are like a duck. Your whole body's gone soft, and only your beak is still hard."
Tang San's face darkened even further at that. If he could, he would have rushed over and torn Xiao Chenlong's mouth apart on the spot.
But he did not dare, nor did he have the ability, so he could only turn his gaze toward the other God Kings of the Great God Circle.
"We can't lose this third round as well. Which one of you will fight?"
The Douluo God Realm had already had two God Kings defeated, so for the third round, it was their turn to send someone out.
The God Kings outside the Douluo faction exchanged glances, and in the end, Chang Gongwei stepped forward.
"I'll take this third round!"
Chang Gongwei's figure flashed and appeared on the arena. He wore a magnificent mage robe, and just standing there gave off a sense of sacred inviolability.
Perhaps sensing the intense light aura on Chang Gongwei, the Light Dragon King accepted this battle and flew up onto the arena.
Immediately after, amid a burst of radiance, the Light Dragon King transformed into a handsome young man whose entire body gave off a strange glow.
On his forehead, a white, spiritual scale flickered with faint golden light. He had long black hair and two pure white dragon horns.
Previously, neither the Ice Dragon King nor the Fire Dragon King had