Tang San was grievously wounded, but he was still alive.
He was drenched in blood, with the Asura Divine Armor shattered in many places, exposing bone-deep wounds beneath.
His breathing was rapid and ragged, his chest heaving violently. Every breath pulled at his broken ribs, bringing piercing pain.
Yet in the end, he had survived.
Borrowing the force of that punch, he was sent flying backward with the momentum.
Using the last shred of his strength, he rushed into the Golden Dragon King's battlefield.
At this moment, both sides of the battlefield had already stopped fighting.
The Golden Dragon King and the gods of the God Realm had been locked in fierce combat, but they had now halted their movements in unspoken accord.
Everyone's gazes shifted away from their respective opponents and turned in unison toward Tang San and Xia Ming.
An eerie silence filled the air, broken only by Tang San's heavy breathing echoing through the void.
The battle between those two had completely overturned everything they knew.
Back when Xia Ming was a Half-Step God King, he had already been no weaker than any powerhouse in the God Realm.
At that time, he had not yet taken that final step, yet he could already confront God King-level beings head-on without falling behind.
Including the Golden Dragon King and the God of Destruction, no one had been confident of defeating Xia Ming back then.
And now that he had advanced to God King, he had displayed even more unimaginable strength.
That overwhelming, unstoppable power sent chills down the spine of every powerhouse present.
Even if everyone in the God Realm joined forces now, they might not necessarily be Xia Ming's match.
That thought quietly crept into everyone's mind.
The God of Destruction frowned deeply, the fingers gripping the Destruction