Jiang Li and father and son Tang San had long been mentally prepared to encounter Tang Hao, that inherently evil plane usurper.
What they had not expected was for the situation in the lower realm to change so swiftly. This day had arrived so quickly, with virtually no warning at all.
Especially since Tang San's Soul Power Level had only just reached level fifty at most, even after his successive absorptions and breakthroughs.
Though he possessed the Golden Dragon King's formidable origin power and vitality, with countless trump cards that allowed him to fight across ranks with ease, it was clearly still somewhat unrealistic for him to directly confront a plane lord capable of wielding the power of a second-level god with his current foundation.
Tang San withdrew his gaze from the window, his brows knitting slightly as he sighed regretfully within his heart.
"Father, what a pity. When we dealt with those two beasts, Da Ming and Er Ming, if only we could have saved the seed of Sea God power you left deep within my sea of consciousness.
Against that old bastard putting on airs in the sky, I would only need to unleash Sea God's Dusk and borrow the Sea God's power to take his miserable life."
Tang San was exceedingly regretful.
Ever since he had stripped away the filthy Clear Sky Sect bloodline from his body, every time he dealt with someone from the Clear Sky Sect, he felt an unprecedented sense of joy.
Now that he had such an opportunity to take a jab at Tang Hao, yet lacked sufficient strength, it truly was regrettable.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Li's illusory yet solid projection slowly emerged within the room.
His expression remained calm as he met his son's gaze, his tone carrying