Late at night, the moonlight flowed like water.
Tang San lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
He stared at the rafters overhead, his mind repeatedly replaying the sight of the "Tang Sect" he had seen that day, along with the waiter's words: "They came to capture some kind of traitor."
Capture a traitor? Who was the traitor?
A terrifying suspicion took root in his heart, impossible to shake off.
He lay there with his eyes open until the dead of night, when he finally drifted into a fitful sleep.
In his dream, Tang San regained the realm of the Supreme God King, in which two divine powers coexisted.
He stood among the clouds, gazing down at the countless people below. Feeling the surging divine power within him, he was swept up by the sensation of having everything under his control.
The Seagod Trident glimmered with a deep blue light in his hand, while the Asura Demon Sword radiated a chilling killing intent. He couldn't help throwing back his head and letting out a long cry.
But before he could savor this power, the scene abruptly changed!
The next moment, Tang San found himself standing in a familiar yet unfamiliar grand hall.
The Tang Sect's Enforcement Hall.
The hall was dimly lit, and elders and disciples of every rank stood packed along both sides.
They wore white robes, their faces solemn. Dozens of eyes stared at him in unison, their gazes like blades that made his whole body tremble.
On the raised platform before him stood the sect leader, Tang Da, with his hands behind his back. His face was livid, his brow furrowed in anger.
"Tang San!" Tang Da roared, his voice like thunder. "Do you know your crime?"
The roar startled Tang San so badly that