The Asura God Was Crippled by One Thunderbolt from the Celestial Master; Tang San Knelt and Begged for a Way to Live: What Should I Do?

Tang San abruptly raised a hand, and the Sea God's Divine Sense surged straight into the depths of his brow.

"Lord Asura God!"

By the time the words left his mouth, even he hadn't noticed that his voice had gone hoarse.

This was the only lifeline he had left.

The Fortune-Swallowing Pendant had forcibly drained most of his fortune. The Sea God Godhood still seemed intact, but it felt as if its foundations had been hollowed out.

The feeling was unbearable.

It wasn't simple weakness. It was like standing at the edge of a cliff while the ground beneath his feet crumbled inch by inch.

Tang San didn't want to admit it, but he had to—he could no longer keep things under control by himself.

When Shen Yichen sent the sixth betrothal gift, he had truly been afraid.

Not the kind of fear buried beneath overwhelming anger, but a bone-deep chill.

The Fate-Suppressing Cauldron pressed him down, the Fortune-Swallowing Pendant drained him, and Hu Liena had ridden his fortune all the way to peak Douluo, level ninety-nine.

The gulf between them was like a hand grinding his face into the dirt.

Resentment, humiliation, rage, despair—all of it churned together.

But no matter how much it churned, he still had to beg.

"Lord Asura God, can you hear me?!"

Outside the Sea God Hall, wind and waves crashed against the stone steps.

Yu Xiaogang stood beside him, pale-faced and not daring to say a word.

He could tell Tang San was on the verge of breaking.

Anyone who dared speak out of turn right now might drive Tang San to madness on the spot.

Three breaths passed after the Divine Sense went out.

There was no reply.

Tang San's breathing faltered, and his fingers clenched tight.

He sent his Divine Sense