After leaving the Body Sect, Tang San had not said a word.
He flew at the very front, his blue hair drifting softly in the wind. His back was straight and aloof, and he appeared calm and unruffled.
Yet Da Ming and Er Ming could clearly sense the low pressure radiating from their eldest brother. It was like the oppressive stillness before a mountain storm, so suffocating that it was hard to breathe.
That rage, compressed to the point of nearly solidifying; that stifled humiliation of being offended yet forced to swallow it down—it was like a volcano on the verge of eruption, forcibly hidden beneath Tang San's calm exterior.
They knew Tang San too well. This silent Tang San was far more terrifying than one flying into a rage.
After flying several hundred li, Tang San finally landed atop a deserted mountain. With his back to the others, he did not turn around for a long time.
The mountain wind howled, whipping his robes and long hair, but it could not disperse the gloomy aura around him, so dark it seemed ready to drip water.
The setting sun's afterglow fell across him, stretching his slender shadow long and lending it an unexpected trace of loneliness and desolation.
Bang—!
With a muffled boom, a huge, hard boulder over three meters tall in front of Tang San suddenly turned into a cloud of powder without warning. Not even scraps remained. A gust of mountain wind scattered it into nothingness.
That silent eruption of power made Da Ming and Er Ming's hearts tighten.
"Fine... very fine..." After a long while, Tang San finally spoke. His voice was low and cold, like an undercurrent flowing beneath ten thousand years of ice.
"I am the great Asura God, the Sea God, bearer of two