Just as God King Tang and his son immersed themselves in rosy fantasies of their grand plan for the next ten thousand years, a ghostly figure silently coalesced behind them.
There had been no warning of spatial fluctuations; even their god-level senses had failed to detect it.
"Pfft—"
A dull sound of flesh tearing suddenly rang out through the void.
The father and son, who had been talking grandly only a moment ago, fell abruptly silent.
They lowered their heads stiffly, only to discover a gaping, horrifying hole in the center of each of their chests!
Jiang Li's long arms had pierced straight through their chests, emerging without a trace of blood on them.
"How is this possible?!"
"You damned thief... where the hell did you come from?!"
Tang Hao and God King Tang's soul fragment were both filled with utter disbelief.
The destruction storm they had unleashed with power comparable to a first-class god's full-force attack had not harmed him in the slightest. They had not even noticed how he had gotten behind them.
Jiang Li had no intention of letting them leave any last words.
A dark gleam flashed from his palm as the Human Emperor Banner's devouring power erupted instantly.
God King Tang's soul fragment, which had descended as a pure soul body, bore the brunt of it.
Before it could even let out a scream, Jiang Li forcibly tore it apart and refined it directly into the Human Emperor Banner, turning it into excellent nourishment for this "supreme treasure of merit."
Immediately afterward, the life force within Tang Hao that belonged to a half-step plane lord began to drain away frantically.
Only then did Jiang Li finally tear away his disguise and cease concealing the primal aura he had suppressed for so long.
In an instant,