Tang San, the Sea God and Asura God, one of the Five Great God Kings, had been whipped with a wooden whip until he could not even rise, despite holding the Super Divine Artifact, the Asura Sword.
The shock was more than mere surprise. It felt like the loss of balance that came when their understanding of the world was forcibly bent out of shape.
Wang Dong'er stood in midair, slowly folding her wings as the God-Striking Whip shrank back to its original length in her hand.
She glanced down at Tang San, sprawled on the ground, and spoke as calmly as if she had finished the most ordinary task: "You lost."
Tang San lay face down, trying twice to push himself up on his arms, but failed to stand. Blood seeped from the wound in his chest, and the divine power within him flowed sluggishly and chaotically.
He raised his head and parted his lips, wanting to say something, but could not squeeze out even one complete sentence.
Lin Ye hovered in midair, watching Tang San's wretched state. He spoke slowly, his voice neither loud nor soft, yet carrying clearly across the entire square:
"Tang San, today I strip you of your divine power. Go clean out the Divine Realm's cesspits."
He raised his right hand and pointed lightly toward Tang San.
A bolt of white lightning shot from his fingertip and struck Tang San.
The lightning was neither fierce nor violent, yet it carried an irresistible force, seeping along Tang San's meridians all the way into the core of his divine power.
Tang San could distinctly feel the divine power he had cultivated for countless years draining away at a visible rate, as though someone were drawing it out of his dantian bit by bit.
His face turned