Tang San's body trembled incessantly beneath the pressure.
His bones cracked under the unbearable strain.
Yet he continued to stare fixedly at Xue Tianyu.
"You'll regret this."
"Spirit Hall won't let you get away with this!"
"None of the sects across the continent will let you get away with this!"
Shui Bing'er spoke coldly from the side.
"You probably don't know this yet."
"Tomorrow is the day our Ice Snow Sect sends out invitations to all heroes and summons the sects of the continent to come worship in the far north."
"The Spirit Hall you spoke of—Bibi Dong has already personally led a delegation and is waiting in Extreme Cold Town."
"Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has come as well."
"Sea God Island's High Priestess, Bo Saixi, is now also our Sect Master's slave. She is on her way here to kneel in worship."
"All the hopes you placed your faith in have long since submitted to our Sect Master."
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted at those words.
Overwhelming shock spread across his face.
"No..."
"Impossible!"
"Senior Bo Saixi is a level ninety-nine peerless Douluo, and the Sea God's representative!"
"How could she possibly submit to you!"
"You must be lying to me!"
Tang San shook his head wildly, utterly unable to accept this reality.
His final psychological defense was collapsing with a thunderous crash.
Xue Tianyu paid no further attention to Tang San's madness.
He turned and walked toward the throne.
"Tang San, the greatest mistake of your life was blaming others for your own incompetence."
"You always thought the world should revolve around you."
"But you never understood that before true power, you are not even worth a speck of dust."
Tang San watched Xue Tianyu's retreating figure.
The madness in his eyes gradually