The more Asura God thought about it, the angrier he got. He truly wished he could appear right in front of Tang San and slap him twice.
He had the script of the Son of Destiny in his hands, yet he was living such a miserable life.
"But why is this happening? Ye Xuan's aura is clearly nowhere near as powerful as Tang San's, so how does he keep getting the better of him?"
Asura God furrowed his brow, suspicion filling his eyes.
"Could Tang San really be so useless?"
For the first time, Asura God began to doubt his own judgment.
Once or twice might have been understandable, but how many times had it happened now?
What's more, he knew that Goddess of Life and God of Destruction were paying particularly close attention to Ye Xuan. Unless something unexpected had happened, they had been monitoring his every move this whole time.
"No. Tang San absolutely cannot be locked up. His Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul has reached a bottleneck, and he's at the golden age for cultivation. His cultivation absolutely cannot stagnate."
As the saying went, one family's joy was another's sorrow. Asura God was miserable, but Goddess of Life was having a grand old time.
"Hahaha! Who'd have thought Little Ye would be so devious? And those little bugs and kittens he's taken as sacrifices sure have plenty of tricks up their sleeves. They even managed to trick the silly, sweet little princess of the Merfolk into joining the ranks of the gods."
Goddess of Life laughed so hard she clutched her stomach.
As Ye Xuan's strength increased, she could sense the life energy within him growing purer and purer. Even his level of life had reached a realm that ordinary people could hardly attain.
"Xiao Zi,