That evening, the atmosphere in the hotel where Shrek was staying was oppressive. Tang San and the others were in low spirits.
They had thought they could sweep through the tournament and take first or second place. Xiao Wu and Tang San had both unleashed everything they had, one after the other. Yet in the end, they had still lost.
Huo Linfei had burned Xiao Wu to a crisp, and Feng Yao and Ye Lingyun had knocked Tang San out of the fight.
That morning, Spirit Hall had also trampled their dignity without restraint, forcing them to kneel and kowtow again and again. It had dragged all of Shrek through the mud.
So even though their injuries had healed, they now sat on the sofas without saying a word.
Tang San had begun to doubt his entire life.
Wasn't I a reborn God King?
Hadn't I been the supreme god of the Divine Realm in my previous life, the first chairman of the Great God Circle?
Why did I keep getting beaten up after my reincarnation?
Why did Xiao Wu keep getting gravely injured while I couldn't avenge her? Why did rushing in only leave me just as badly hurt?
Why had my face, the handsomest in the whole Universe, been ruined?
Why had I received the Sea God Trial earlier than I had in my previous life, only to end up like this?
Tang San didn't understand. He truly didn't. He was starting to think everything from his previous life had been nothing but a dream.
There was no reborn God King, no great supreme god of the Divine Realm. There was only a Tang Sect disciple who had jumped off a cliff.
Could all of that have been fake? Tang San stared blankly ahead, his eyes vacant. At