Three questions in a row, every word like a mountain pressing heavily down on the hearts of the Tang Sect members.
Oscar and Ning Rongrong were pale. Under the force of that dragon's might, they could barely stay on their feet.
Tang San gritted his teeth. The Seagod Trident in his hand blazed with golden light, barely holding back the pressure.
He hadn't expected Di Tian's senses to be so sharp.
Even less had he expected this reward to come at such a timely moment.
Di Tian reached out and clenched his hand from afar. A gigantic phantom black dragon claw appeared in midair, pointing straight at Tang San's brow.
"I'm standing right here."
"If you're not satisfied, by all means bring those Hidden Weapons of yours and that so-called brotherly loyalty, and give it a try."
"Let's see whether your divine power is tougher or my dragon claws are sharper!"
It was a blatant provocation.
And an overwhelming display of absolute strength.
Before, Tang San might have still had the confidence to fight.
But now, he was facing a nine-hundred-thousand-year-old Beast God who had just grown stronger and was riding high, with the unfathomable Neuvillette beside him...
Tang San took a deep breath.
His gaze discreetly shifted to the other side.
There, the Spirit Hall contingent stood in silent formation.
Bibi Dong held her scepter and stood at the front, her expression unreadable.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stood on either side. Though wary of Di Tian's pressure, they were watching the Tang Sect far more closely.
Their eyes were like a wolf's.
Tang San's heart tightened.
If he started fighting Di Tian and Neuvillette now, the Spirit Hall behind them would come out the biggest winner, no matter who prevailed.
Their so-called "joining forces against a common enemy"