Tang San: That Damn Golden Dragon King is Still Chasing Me

"No!"

Tang San, pinned beneath the massive form, struggled with all his might, yet he could not move an inch.

The Golden Dragon King, spanning over a thousand zhang, was actually attempting to force itself upon this man. If it succeeded, he would have no idea how to face Xiao Wu.

The God of Destruction found he could no longer watch. Even if he and Tang San were at odds, it was merely a conflict of ideology.

Business was business; if Tang San were truly taken by the Golden Dragon King, it would be a disgrace to the entire God Realm.

With the Goddess of Life and the God of Evil currently recovering their divine power to prepare the next "Sword of Three Realms Judgment," he was the only one left who could save Tang San.

"Golden Dragon King, that is enough."

As the words left the God of Destruction's lips, the Scepter of Destruction in his hand erupted with brilliant purple light, and countless bolts of purple-black Divine Thunder of Annihilation rained down upon the Golden Dragon King.

The Golden Dragon King, lost in the joy of pinning the "beautiful dragon" beneath it, suddenly felt a tingling sensation atop its head.

Just as it prepared to flap its wings to dodge, the countless bolts of Divine Thunder of Annihilation struck its spine with pinpoint accuracy.

However, as the lightning faded, the Golden Dragon King appeared completely unharmed, its scales merely scorched a faint black.

The God of Destruction's expression grew increasingly grim as he unleashed another barrage of Divine Thunder of Annihilation, launching an all-encompassing assault on the Golden Dragon King.

Tang San, seizing the moment of the beast's distraction, scrambled to crawl away. Just as he was about to slip free from beneath the dragon's body, his entire