God King Tang, Loyal and Filial, Suffers a Slap in the Face

"May the venerable Seagod Tang San bless me! Your most loyal believer offers you the purest faith!"

"I beseech you, Lord Tang San, grant me your aid!"

Chanting with a pious expression, Chen Xinjie swiftly bit his index finger and smeared his essence blood onto the azure gemstone at the center of his helmet.

He then quickly donned the helmet, and a brilliant blue light erupted from it, shooting straight into the sky!

"Interesting. An otherworldly version of summoning a deity?" Watching this scene with a thoughtful expression, Ming Yue couldn't help but arch a brow.

On second thought, it was quite fitting and professional for an ancient relic like Tang San to be tinkering with this sort of thing.

Soon, under the watchful eyes of Ming Yue, Leng Yaozhu, Qiangu Dieting, and a crowd of Spirit Pagoda Douluos.

God King Tang, appearing like a spirit manifesting from behind, materialized as a projection behind Chen Xinjie.

"Who dares summon this God King to descend!"

With his eyes closed in majestic solemnity, God King Tang's tone was filled with arrogance.

"Lord God King! It is I, your most pious and loyal patriarch of the Sea God Clan, your humble believer, Chen Xinjie!"

Feeling a great power pressing against his back, Chen Xinjie seemed to forget the blood feud he had just faced, shouting his response with a heart full of excitement and worship.

"So it is you. Since you have summoned me, this God King shall naturally take action. State your request."

Whether to maintain his air of superiority or otherwise, God King Tang kept his noble eyes closed, speaking with a leisurely tone while his hands were clasped behind his back.

"Pfft—hahaha, forgive me. Although it's a bit rude to interrupt this heartwarming scene of 'benevolent master and filial dog,' this is just too funny, hahahaha."

Just as the Spirit Pagoda Douluos were stunned and Chen Xinjie was about to speak, Ming Yue couldn't help but let out a clear, ringing laugh, his magnetic, youthful voice echoing through the air.

The scene suddenly fell quiet.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Realizing his grand entrance had been interrupted, God King Tang finally opened his noble eyes.

While taking in the situation, he quickly spotted Ming Yue, who was still laughing uncontrollably.

With a gaze full of majesty, God King Tang asked in an equally imposing tone.

"Pfft, haha," after laughing for a while longer, Ming Yue smoothed out his slightly wrinkled lapels: "Apologies, apologies. Perhaps this Pagoda Master's sense of humor is a bit low, and I just can't stand the sight of 'benevolent master and filial dog'."

"However, I have heard of the famous Little Bastard—ah, God King Tang."

At this point, seeing God King Tang about to speak, Ming Yue immediately changed the subject:

"Hmm—as far as I know, doesn't that ridiculous God Realm of yours have a rule that God Kings must not interfere with the lower realms?"

"As one of the five great paragons, why are you acting like a low-level spirit, playing favorites?"

His words were sharp and malicious, and Ming Yue looked at God King Tang with a playful glint in his eyes.

"Oh? I didn't expect someone from the lower realm to be so well-versed in the regulations of the God Realm."

Seeing the sharpness in Ming Yue's eyes, God King Tang narrowed his noble gaze.

"Although I am one of the five great paragons, when faced with a plea for help from my believer's essence blood, I must naturally stand up for him."

"As for you, a mere junior calling yourself a Pagoda Master, could it be that you are a descendant of the Spirit Pagoda established by my son-in-law, the God of Emotions: Dai Yuhao?"

While lightly brushing off the blame, he stared at Ming Yue with an unchanging expression.

"Tsk—the dog collar is already locked on that tight, huh!"

Hearing the name of his son-in-law, Dai Yuhao, from God King Tang's mouth, Ming Yue couldn't help but sigh with a sense of resignation.

But soon, he changed his tone again: "Although I hate to admit it, I am indeed the current Pagoda Master of the Spirit Pagoda."

"This trip was made because the loyal believer family under your noble God King has been colluding with those Evil Soul Masters."

"For the sake of the continent's peace and stability, this Pagoda Master had no choice but to step in and clean house."

While Xiao Ya calculated and observed the strength of Tang San's projection internally, Ming Yue maintained a gentle smile on his face.

"Xinjie?"

The corners of God King Tang's mouth twitched slightly as he looked toward Chen Xinjie with a feigned expression.

"He! Is! Lying!"

Unable to hold back any longer, Chen Xinjie roared, and in front of his master, he recounted everything that had just happened, word for word.

"It seems you are truly a malicious junior, slaughtering a family under a flimsy pretext. Your actions are no different from the Pope of the Martial Soul Hall back in the day!"

"Under the leadership of someone like you, the Spirit Pagoda is destined for ruin. It would be better if this God King cleaned house right here and now!"

Immediately believing Chen Xinjie's words, God King Tang turned toward Ming Yue, and the Seagod Trident gradually materialized in his hand!

"Tsk—pompous and pretentious. A mere projection, how boring."

After Xiao Ya provided an accurate estimate of the projection's strength, Ming Yue stopped pretending.

Swallowing a pill that could convert soul power into a special energy, he directly manifested the Pseudo-Heavenly Fire and slashed fiercely at God King Tang with his sword!

"Ignorant junior, do not challenge a God King so lightly!" With a cold sneer, God King Tang swung the Seagod Trident without haste.

He unleashed his signature Unfixed Storm.

However, the scene he imagined—of his target being immobilized and left at his mercy—never materialized. Instead, a crimson slash drew ever closer.

God King Tang was momentarily stunned. Still reeling from the shock, his projected body was severed at the waist.

"How bold! How dare you, junior!?"

Enraged as he realized his lower half had been separated, God King Tang instinctively reached for the Twenty-Four Bridge Moonlit Night worn at his waist.

But he soon realized that since this was merely a projection, he could not use his hidden weapons, causing his hand to freeze mid-motion.

It was precisely this hesitation that gave Mingyue another opening. With a Heavenly Fire Face Wash, he cleaved the projection in two, leaving it to dissipate in shock.

"Oh my, my apologies. I accidentally hacked your master to death. Are you alright, Lord Sea God Douluo?"

Glancing disdainfully at the spot where God King Tang's projection had vanished, Mingyue tossed the Pseudo-Heavenly Fire in his hand.

As it transformed into the Pseudo-Fenghuang Down, he strolled over to the still-stunned Chen Xinjie and looked down at him.

"H-h-h... H-h-!"

Whether because he could not accept reality or because his mind had suffered a massive blow, Chen Xinjie could only gape and stammer in response to Mingyue's question.

"Ah, what a pity. It seems our Lord Sea God Douluo is willing to become one of the strategic 'resources' for our Spirit Pagoda."

Seeing this, Mingyue lost interest and snapped his fingers, causing the Fenghuang Down to drift down from the air.

As the golden-orange feather landed on Chen Xinjie's head, he quickly shifted into his Avatar of the Martial Soul.

Just as he waved his hand to signal the attack, he paused, his movement to take Leng Yaozhu's jade hand coming to a halt.

His gaze shifted toward the location not far away where a disturbance had occurred.