Meanwhile.
God King Tang and the others left Spirit City laden with bags, flying to a secluded spot outside the city before stopping.
Their faces were grim, as though they had lost their parents.
They were in utter agony!
This trip to Spirit City had truly cost God King Tang dearly. Not only had he lost a leg, but even the Asura Sword had been taken from him.
It was simply too miserable to behold!
God King Tang was somewhat dispirited by this. His heart was filled with despair, and he no longer held any hope for his future.
Tang Hao and Yu Xiaogang felt the same way, yet they remained unwilling to accept it. Of course! More importantly, they had to comfort Tang San and restore his confidence.
Tang Hao patted Tang San on the shoulder and consoled him solemnly:
"Xiao San, we absolutely cannot give up until the very last moment."
"We still have the two great empires, and we still have the God Realm. No matter how powerful Su Chen is, he only represents Spirit Hall. The people of the continent have long hated Spirit Hall to the bone. We will definitely succeed next time."
Yu Xiaogang nodded heavily as well.
"That's right!"
"Few forces on the continent do not hate Spirit Hall. Even if Su Chen brings out some damned cultivation technique and the method of Self-Condensed Soul Rings, the soul masters of the continent will not appreciate it."
God King Tang's expression remained grim as he listened to them.
"Father, Teacher."
"Su Chen is too powerful, and the Spirit Hall Empire's preparations this time are too terrifying."
"I truly cannot think of any way to deal with them or defeat them... I'm afraid countless people across the continent will answer their call next."
God King