Now that Tang San had been captured by Ye Xuan, how could he not be anxious?
He strode toward the hall doors, the aura around him slightly restrained, while the Crooked-Mouth Dragon King smile at the corner of his lips grew increasingly obvious.
"Perfect. I'd like to see what bargaining chips this God King, so eager to shift the blame, can come up with."
"Creak—!"
The doors of the Life Temple slowly opened, revealing the Asura God standing outside.
The Asura God wore dark crimson armor, thick killing intent swirling around him. His gaze was icy, and his expression was so gloomy it seemed water could drip from it.
"God of Destruction. Goddess of Life."
The Asura God's voice was cold, carrying a trace of suppressed fury.
"I came today because of Tang San. Ye Xuan captured him, and I demand that you immediately order Ye Xuan to release him!"
He skipped any unnecessary pleasantries and went straight to the point, his tone carrying an unquestionable command.
In his eyes, Tang San was his inheritor and his future successor. Nothing could be allowed to happen to him.
Yet faced with his forceful attitude, the God of Destruction merely sneered, tilting his mouth as his tone filled with mockery.
"Asura, are you ordering us around? Don't forget, this is the Life Temple. And it was your inheritor who provoked Ye Xuan first."
He looked the Asura God up and down, the amusement in his eyes utterly undisguised.
"What? Your precious inheritor has only been captured by Ye Xuan a few times, and you're already this anxious?"
"I remember you used to be quite arrogant. Why are you now coming here time and again to throw your weight around for some worthless brat?"
The Asura God's expression turned even uglier.
"God of