Sea Dragon Douluo jerked his head up.
In the water screen, the woman stood tall and heroic, the golden light of the Angel Holy Sword in her hand so dazzling it hurt to look at.
But that wasn't what he was focused on.
His eyes were locked on the background of the scene—on several figures sprawled in a dirt pit, covered in dust and grime.
One of the three had a swollen, bruised face and two broken roof tiles perched on his head. He looked so battered that even his own mother might not have recognized him.
But that face—
The longer Sea Dragon Douluo looked, the more familiar it seemed.
Wasn't that—
"Big Brother!" Sea Illusion Douluo had noticed too. He tugged hard at Sea Dragon's sleeve, his voice trembling. "That person in the dirt pit... looks like our Lord Sea God!"
Sea Dragon Douluo shuddered.
He rubbed his eyes furiously and leaned in for a closer look. Then he backed away and looked again.
Finally, he shook his head hard and slapped Sea Illusion on the back of the head.
"Have you eaten so much fish that you've gone stupid?"
Sea Dragon Douluo's tone was so firm it left no room for argument.
"What status does Lord Sea God have? He's a god! The supreme being we worship day and night! How could he be lying in a pile of broken bricks with roof tiles on his head?"
He pointed at the battered figure in the water screen and delivered his verdict with absolute certainty.
"That's just a mortal who happens to look like Lord Sea God. A coincidence. Pure coincidence."
"But, Big Brother—"
"But nothing! Keep watching!"
Sea Illusion shut his mouth, rubbing the back of his head with a wounded expression, and continued staring at the