Those words were like fine steel needles, viciously piercing Tang San's mind and making his face alternate between green and white.
He had never been a broad-minded person. Now, mocked by everyone in turn, he could not lash out because he was in the wrong.
The frustration and fury in his heart were like a volcano on the verge of erupting, nearly burning away all his reason.
"I-I... I never said I was going to the First Timeline!"
Tang San stammered for a long while, but his voice grew softer and softer, like the buzz of a mosquito.
"What did you say? I'm getting old, and my hearing isn't so good. I didn't catch that."
"Great God King Tang, say that again?"
Qianjun Douluo pretended to be surprised as he dug at his ear, the mockery in his voice practically overflowing.
"Great God King Tang is actually afraid? Are my ears hallucinating? Or has the sun risen in the west?"
Demon Subduing Douluo opened his mouth in exaggerated shock, his tone full of ridicule.
"You old fool, you must be hallucinating!"
"How mighty is Great God King Tang? How could he possibly fear a mere Qian Cheng? There must be some unspeakable reason!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo abruptly changed tack, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Don't go too far!"
Tang Hao's Soul Power surged explosively, sweeping outward like an ink-black tsunami as he tried to bail his son out.
"Too far?"
"Have you spent so many years with soul beasts that your brain has degenerated?"
"Tang San bragged without even drafting a script. Now that the Teleportation Channel is right in front of him, he doesn't dare step forward, and we're not even allowed to expose him?"
"Are all the rules of the Douluo Continent under your Tang family's control?"
Qian