With the God of Destruction's help, Jiang Chen would no longer be able to cause any trouble.
"Wait."
Just as Tang San was about to head to the Douluo Continent, the High Priest stopped him in time.
"High Priest, what is it?" Tang San asked doubtfully.
He now knew of the High Priest's abilities and prestige within the God Realm, and he sincerely admired the old man.
He had heard that it was the High Priest who had foretold Jiang Chen would become a disaster to the God Realm.
Tang San believed that if anyone desperately wanted Jiang Chen dead, it was the High Priest.
The High Priest's expression was grave. "Jiang Chen is no simple opponent. Do not underestimate him. I just made a calculation—your journey to the Douluo Continent this time will be fraught with danger."
Tang San's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the God of Destruction in confusion.
The God of Destruction had just said that his strength was enough to crush Jiang Chen.
Though Tang San admired the High Priest, he could not help doubting the prediction at this moment.
Fortune-telling was far too mysterious, beyond Tang San's understanding. He could not be certain whether the High Priest's prediction was truly accurate.
Could it be that merely because of a prediction saying his journey would be fraught with danger, he was destined to be defeated by Jiang Chen?
Before they had even fought, he had been declared certain to lose. Tang San felt incomparably miserable.
Thus, driven by his intense unwillingness to accept it, he began to question the High Priest's prediction.
Just as he was about to voice his doubts, the God of Destruction spoke, his voice unexpectedly grave as well.
"Tang San, believe the High Priest. His predictions have never been