"Is it that you don't have one, or that you won't?"
The sudden question made Tang Liu turn his gaze back.
"What?"
Tang San smiled faintly, shook his head, and said, "Nothing."
Tang Liu looked into his eyes. "You're doubting me?"
Tang San watched him calmly. "I don't know."
The atmosphere suddenly froze.
The Soul Rings circling Tang Liu vanished in an instant.
At the same time, the nine Soul Rings around Tang San quietly became much brighter than before.
For a long time, neither of them spoke. They merely faced each other in silence high in the sky.
Tang San gripped the Trident of Poseidon so tightly in his right hand that veins bulged across the back of it.
Tang Liu's gaze moved away from Tang San's eyes and fell upon Tang San's right hand gripping the Trident of Poseidon. After a brief glance, he looked back up.
He smiled, his tone as innocent and ignorant as ever. "What are you so nervous about?"
Tilting his head slightly, he smiled. "Brother?"
In an instant, Tang San's right hand relaxed.
Then he withdrew his Martial Soul as well.
He let out a breath and said, "Nothing."
Tang Liu continued smiling. "But I feel like there are still things you haven't told me, Brother."
Tang San asked in return, "Aren't you the same?"
Tang Liu said, "Is that so? What could I possibly have?" He then turned to look up into the sky. "She's the one who really has something going on."
Tang San followed his gaze, and his expression immediately turned solemn.
Tang Liu suddenly said again, "You should hurry up and complete your Soul Rings, Brother. As you are now, you're still far from being able to defeat a First-Level Deity. If you want to fight her, wait until