Zhou Weiqing let out a heart-wrenching roar. Tang San watched with a teasing smile, then raised the phone in his hand and showed it to him.
The content on the screen was a video about his own inadequacy. Tang San had already edited it and was ready to upload it to the God Realm's Weibo.
"Zhou Weiqing, so you have a day like this too. From now on, Destruction God King Zhou Weiqing will be utterly disgraced."
Tang San laughed happily. His previous rage was swept away in an instant; clearly, seeing Zhou Weiqing suffer made him even happier.
His own troubles might have pained him, but his enemy's anger brought him boundless joy.
Smiles did not disappear—they merely transferred. Thus, right in front of Zhou Weiqing, Tang San created a new account on the God Realm's social media platform, his finger hovering over the upload button.
Seeing this, Zhou Weiqing struggled frantically, his face twisted in fury. The chains binding him creaked as though they were being pulled taut, while his hoarse roars echoed without end.
"No! Don't! Stop it! What kind of joke is this?! Bastard! Don't post it!"
Every bit of his humiliation made Tang San's smile grow brighter. Looking at Zhou Weiqing, who had fallen into madness, he gave a derisive snort and pressed upload.
"No!!! Tang San! How could you?! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!!!"
Zhou Weiqing stared at the uploaded video, its various close-ups, and his own enlarged portrait. His heart seemed to stop at once.
Then venom filled his eyes, his fury seeming to take physical form. If looks could kill, Tang San might already have been chopped into a bloody mist.
"What a pathetic sight, Zhou Weiqing. The mighty Destruction God King is actually showing such an expression like some madman.