Upon hearing the God of Destruction's soul-piercing questions, God King Tang, who had always stood above all others and claimed to hold everything in his grasp, felt a chill run down his back.
Cold sweat instantly broke out across his forehead.
How was this possible?
He had believed every step of his ten-thousand-year plan to be flawless, and he had acted with extreme secrecy. Even the other God Kings of the God Realm Committee had noticed nothing.
How had this damned God of Destruction, whom he had always guarded against, discovered that he had made his parents steal the authority of the Douluo Plane?
Seeing Tang San's guilty look as though he faced a great enemy, forcing himself to remain calm, the God of Destruction snorted and spoke on his own, "What? Is the lofty Sea God now full of doubts, unable to figure out how I saw through those shameful, sinister schemes of yours?"
The God of Destruction slowly paced through the divine hall, his tone carrying undisguised mockery.
"Still, I have to admit that you, Tang San, do have some disgraceful skill when it comes to scheming against people and exploiting loopholes in the God Realm's laws.
"To some extent, your previous little tricks did indeed succeed in deceiving me."
The God of Destruction paused, his gaze piercing straight into Tang San's eyes.
"Even your blatant favoritism—forcing those two beasts that should have long since had their souls scattered into the Clear Sky Fortress in the lower realm, then painstakingly setting up a special formation to shield them from the God Realm's detection, allowing them to forcibly suppress their cultivation below the level of divine officers... before today, I was truly kept in the dark by you and noticed nothing amiss."
As soon as he finished speaking, a