Upon hearing Jiang Li lay out this so-called third demand, Tang Hao, suspended in midair, was strangely calm. His heart even felt utterly numb and dead.
He had already personally wiped the Clear Sky Sect—the thing he had cherished and taken pride in most throughout his life—entirely off the map of the continent.
At this point, there seemed to be nothing left on Douluo Continent that he could not accept.
Besides, as long as his precious son, Tang San, remained firmly seated upon the supreme throne of God King in the God Realm, everything lost today—even the foundation of his sect—could be rebuilt someday.
The humiliation before him was only temporary. Once Ah Yin was returned, he swore he would skin and tear apart Jiang Li, this man who had earned himself a death sentence, and subject him to the cruelest tortures in the world!
"Little thief, stop playing games and state your third demand!"
Tang Hao forcibly suppressed his killing intent as he looked coldly down at the man below.
At those words, a smile brimming with malicious amusement slowly curled up at the corners of Jiang Li's mouth.
"Ten thousand years ago, Tang San, that Sea God born evil, only managed to forcibly end Spirit Hall's rule through the illegal protection and backroom manipulation of the previous Asura God and Sea God Poseidon."
Jiang Li's voice was not loud, yet every word was like a blade, mercilessly tearing away the hypocritical veil of the Sea God faction.
"Not only did they steal the fruits of victory, they even allowed a trash academy like Shrek to brazenly usurp another's nest and become the continent's so-called new holy land of soul masters. It is utterly revolting."
Jiang Li tilted his head slightly upward, his gaze sweeping over the trembling Shrek