In the projection, Tang San's figure grew smaller and smaller after he fell into Ghost's Worry, until he finally vanished completely into the depths of the clouds and mist. Only the sound of rain remained, pattering down beside the empty cliff.
"Boom..."
At the sight of this, Tang San could no longer hold himself together. A crimson aura erupted from him with a roar, only to be forcefully suppressed again.
His body trembled slightly. His Adam's apple moved almost imperceptibly, and the hand hanging at his side slowly loosened. A thin sheen of cold sweat had actually seeped into his palm.
He had spent so many years in the God Realm and had witnessed countless things. He had even once been trapped inside a Black Hole.
He had thought that no matter what he encountered, he could remain calm in the face of change, his heart as still as water.
But when this past life of his was laid bare in front of everyone, he still could not remain completely unmoved.
It was a denial of everything about him from the root, pinning the word "thief" firmly onto his head.
This kind of act, of course, already had a path to death, and Tang San likewise gave rise to the thought of killing everyone in order to hide this secret.
Then Tang San raised his eyes again. His gaze returned to its usual cold silence and depth, though deep within his eyes, there was now a lingering anger that would not go away.
He looked at Xiao Chenlong opposite him, his voice a little lower than usual, carrying a trace of hoarseness that was hard to detect.
"Hmph. You think you can shake my heart with this? Stop dreaming! If you have no other tricks, then continue. Next, I'm getting