Tang Chen: And this great-grandson of mine only knows how to hide behind his father and talk big. One generation really is worse than the last.
Tang Hao and Tang San felt awful hearing that, yet they had no power to refute him.
—They were inferior to him in both seniority and strength. What right did they have to speak up?
They could only stand there obediently and take the scolding.
They had thought Tang Chen was merely upset and would only lecture them a little.
Tang Chen had thought so too.
But...
"Fire God Ma Hongjun": Why did you stop? Just cursing them isn't satisfying at all!
"God of Emotion Huo Yuhao": Streamer, heal them up first! Make them fight!
"Nine-Colored Ning Rongrong": Just talking without fighting is nowhere near satisfying enough!
"Void God Zhu Zhuqing": I really want to go through a Teleportation Portal, possess Tang Chen, and beat this father-son pair to death!
"Asura Tang Chen":
"Asura Tang Chen": No need for possession. That experience was truly awful.
"Ice God Wang Qiu'er": Hey! Everyone's just talking big. Didn't we agree not to go over to the streamer's side?
"Void God Zhu Zhuqing": Streamer! Hurry up and urge him on!
Since all the Gods had said so, Di yihong could not spoil their fun.
He did not even need Healing Divine Light.
He directly activated the Soul Bone Skill—Reverse World, reversing Tang Hao and Tang San's states. Not only were their injuries cleared, even the soul rings they had just detonated were restored intact.
"Can you really endure this?"
Di yihong egged them on—
"I'll back you up. Go beat this guy to death!"
"He's already at the eighth trial of the Asura God Trial. If you don't take him out, no one will get to play anymore!"