Tang San at the End of His Rope

Tang San was so furious he was about to explode. The hatred and rage in his eyes were beyond words.

Never in his life had he suffered such humiliation and disgrace. It felt even worse than killing him.

Yun Ze ignored Tang San's hateful glare and had no intention of attacking again.

He had slapped Tang San only because Tang San had used his strongest attack on him.

That attack was useless against him, but it would have been useful against Gu Yue Na. It could have tempered her well.

Yet Tang San had used it on him instead. What a waste. That slap had been punishment for such behavior.

Gu Yue Na and Yun Ze had a certain tacit understanding. Seeing that he was not attacking, she acted on her own.

She also found it somewhat boring. Why had Tang San been so foolish as to launch such a powerful attack at Yun Ze?

If he had saved that power for her, the battle would have been much more interesting, allowing her to fight to her heart's content.

Tang San noticed the disdain in Gu Yue Na's eyes, and his fury immediately flared. He charged straight at her.

He could do nothing to Yun Ze, but could he not deal with this remnant of the dragon race?

As he rushed forward, he also drew Poseidon's Trident. The muscles on his back rippled, and eight spider-leg-like appendages extended outward.

The spider legs on his back were actually another of his trump cards, called the Eight Spider Lances. They were an External Soul Bone he had obtained when he had still been a Soul Master.

External Soul Bones possessed the ability to grow alongside their owner.

After he became a god, the Eight Spider Lances had also been nurtured by Divine