Tang San seemed to lower his stance considerably.
Yet the God King Qilin answered him only with an utterly merciless sneer, as though he had heard the most absurd joke in the world.
"A daughter? Family matters? Thorough consideration?" His consciousness was like ice awls, piercing through every layer of hypocritical embellishment.
"How ridiculous! I have roamed the universe for countless years.
Never have I seen or heard of any father personally tearing his own daughter's complete soul apart!
Did you not know the pain involved?"
The God King Qilin's gaze blazed like fire, as if it could burn through every disguise.
"After tearing it apart, you forcibly stitched it back together with your own Divine Power, using methods that were utterly crude!
As the mighty Asura God King, did you truly know nothing of those terrifying aftereffects?!"
Tang San's phantom seemed to pause slightly. Beneath his calm expression, a fleeting and nearly imperceptible stiffness flashed across his face.
He opened his mouth, as though he wanted to explain something.
But the God King Qilin no longer had any interest in listening.
"Enough."
The God King Qilin's voice turned completely cold, losing its last trace of warmth, along with any patience for further verbal sparring.
"Hypocritical words and pale excuses cannot conceal the cruelty and stupidity at the heart of this. You and I have nothing left to say."
The instant his words fell.
The God King Qilin's vast spiritual power transformed into an invisible shockwave.
It crossed the tiny distance in an instant and struck directly against the phantom formed from Tang San's divine consciousness!
"What?!" Tang San's phantom had time only to reveal an expression of extreme shock.
He felt an utterly irresistible, crushing force!
This strand of divine consciousness, containing a considerable portion of his will, was