Tang Chen stared at the man before him, at a loss for what to do. At that moment, he felt that his earlier mockery, all those things he had said, had been no different from the howling of a stray dog by the roadside.
Even the projection of the Asura God he had pursued for most of his life had been destroyed with a single sword strike. What could this band of cripples, whose martial souls had been forcibly crushed, possibly fight with?
At the bottom of the rubble-strewn pit, Tang San's fingers twitched faintly as he regained consciousness. He struggled to open his swollen eyes.
His gaze just cleared the edge of the pit and fixed on the red glow of divine punishment slowly dispersing in midair. Deep within his sea of consciousness, the already scorching asura god trial mark now burned even hotter against his mind.
Tang San opened his mouth, blood seeping from his cracked lips.
He stared blankly at Qian Xunji, who stood with his hands behind his back, his mind utterly empty.
Even the projection sent down by the Asura God had been cut down on the spot?
He had considered the possibility that someone else had been reborn and snatched away a few resources. He had also considered that Spirit Hall might gain another god in this life. But he had long suspected such things-or rather, he believed he could have accomplished them himself if no one interfered.
Now, however, he was bewildered. Qian Xunji definitely possessed a god's power, yet seemingly had no divine throne. How was that possible?
For a moment, Tang San seemed to rediscover the state of mind he had possessed while studying in his previous life, and the life before that: he genuinely wanted to know.
Unfortunately, no one