Wang Dong's Ultimate Nightmare!

The God of Destruction's voice was as cold and piercing as a blade, filled with the satisfaction of finally catching him in the act.

What he despised most was Tang San, that son of a bitch. He was clearly a newcomer, yet he put on a righteous façade while secretly seizing power. Now that he had finally been caught red-handed, how could the God of Destruction possibly let him off easily?

"Destruction! Listen to my explanation! This was merely a protective talisman I left behind for my daughter while she trained in the lower realm. I had no intention of interfering with the lower realm..."

Tang San's scalp went numb as he desperately tried to argue. Yet even he knew that, with the evidence laid out so plainly, any explanation would be pale and powerless.

For the first time, Tang San's voice sounded dry, as though his throat had gone parched.

"Shut up! You beardless brute, you blue-haired old thief!"

The God of Destruction snorted coldly and swept out a hand. An overwhelmingly tyrannical force of destructive divine power surged forth like a storm.

"Rules are rules! When you used rules to punish other gods, when had you ever shown mercy? Today, you knowingly broke the law. As one of the God Realm's enforcers, I will not tolerate it either!"

"Destruction, how dare you—!"

Tang San's Divine Sense projection was both shocked and enraged as it tried to resist. But the God of Destruction had struck in fury and had been gathering power for a long time. Tang San, meanwhile, was flustered and guilty to begin with, and the foundation of his Divine Sense was already inferior to that of the God King of Destruction. How could he possibly withstand it?

"Bang—!"

Without any suspense, the God of Destruction's purple-black