However.
Before Tang San could steady himself, Ye Xuan raised his right leg. The sole of his boot whipped up a fierce gale as he delivered another merciless side kick!
Bang!
Tang San's fingers, which had just grasped the cliff's edge, suddenly slipped. The Blue Silver Grass snapped in the fierce wind, and he fell into the darkness once more like a kite with its string cut, leaving behind only a brief cry of alarm.
A second round, clean and decisive.
He turned and lifted the tent flap, looking at Meng Yiran, who was still panting softly inside. He hooked a finger beneath her chin. "Did I wake you?"
Meng Yiran shook her head, her eyes filled with infatuation and obedience as she wrapped herself around his arm. "Whatever Lord Holy Son does is wonderful."
Ye Xuan chuckled softly, bent down, and slipped back into the tent. The suggestive sounds soon resumed, creating the starkest possible contrast with Tang San's miserable fall below.
Meanwhile, far above the nine heavens, an God Realm version of a complete emotional breakdown was playing out within the Asura God Temple.
The crystal ball clearly reflected the scene of Ye Xuan kicking Tang San away. The Asura God slammed a hand against his divine throne, and the entire temple shook violently beneath his fury.
"Ye Xuan! You bastard!!"
The Asura God's roar exploded like thunder.
"You've gone too far! Do you really think I, the Asura God, wouldn't dare touch you?!"
He stared at Ye Xuan's loose robes and mocking expression in the crystal ball, trembling with rage.
Tang San was the successor he had chosen, the continuation of his Asura divine position, yet he had been humiliated so thoroughly by Ye Xuan in the mortal realm.
One kick would have been one thing, but