But the doubts in Tang San's heart only grew deeper:
Why did that silver-haired, violet-eyed woman hate him to the bone simply because he was the "Asura God's inheritor"?
Tang San had not even been able to ascend to the God Realm, much less know of the grudges from back then.
"Why... do you insist on wiping me out?"
Tang San tightened his grip on the Clear Sky Hammer. Crimson Asura God Power surged wildly around him, yet it could not dispel the chill of death enveloping him.
Shen Lian could not be bothered to waste words on him. With a flick of the Destruction God Staff, dark purple divine power condensed into a sharp blade and slashed toward Tang San first.
Gu Yuena gritted her teeth in hatred. The Silver Dragon Spear became a streak of silver lightning in her hand, stabbing straight at Tang San's opening—she wanted Tang San dead even more than Shen Lian did. After all, he was the Asura God's inheritor; every extra day he remained alive meant another measure of danger.
Tang San was forced to fight. He swung the Clear Sky Hammer in an impenetrable blur, trying to fend off both of their attacks at once.
But he had never been Shen Lian's match to begin with. Now, with Gu Yuena added to the battle, whose strength was no less than Shen Lian's, he was instantly forced into a disadvantage.
Shen Lian's Divine Power of Destruction was incomparably tyrannical, every strike making Tang San's blood and vital energy churn. Gu Yuena's Silver Dragon Spear, meanwhile, was cunning and ruthless, always targeting the weakest points in his defense. The silver Soul Power on its tip carried the force to tear apart a divine soul; one moment of carelessness would leave him severely wounded.
**Clang!