(A beautiful picture of Xiao Wu)
"Sea God,"
The God of Destruction's voice sounded as the footage played. Unhurried, each word struck the table like a nail.
"Others might not recognize these three, but you think I wouldn't? They're your three Divine Officials—the Qianjun Ant Emperor brothers you summoned after becoming a god.
And now you've let them run wild on Douluo Continent?!"
The Life Goddess leaned back in her chair and slowly rolled her eyes, her chin propped on one hand. Her boredom swelled. I bet you even know how many hairs the Sea God has on his body.
She glanced at the God of Destruction's air of having prepared for this all along,
then at Tang San's face, where cold sweat had broken through his strained composure, and quietly looked away.
The God of Kindness and the God of Evil exchanged a glance. Confusion gave way to surprise on both their faces.
They had thought this was another routine quarrel between the God of Destruction and Tang San. But from the look of things, could it be real?
Tang San broke out in a cold sweat.
He could feel a patch of fabric on his back already soaked through,
but he forced himself to maintain the bearing of a God King. His voice was hard and cold.
"Even if they're my subordinates, what proof do you have that I sent them to Douluo Continent?"
The God of Destruction watched him, the curve of his smile deepening.
He braced both hands on the table and leaned forward slightly, his tone brimming with certainty.
"Hmph. I knew it."
He straightened and lifted his chin toward the conference hall doors. His voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly through the room. "Someone, come in!"
The heavy stone doors slowly swung