The Asura Demon Sword in Huo Yuhao's hand moved slowly as he waited for a possible counterattack. Yet the silver-lit steps showed no reaction at all.
"It seems your Sea God doesn't care that much about protecting his own people either." As Huo Yuhao's words fell, several heads rolled to the ground.
The spurting blood did not even touch the steps before it was bounced away by a glowing barrier.
"Huo Yuhao, I'll be waiting for you at the top." A familiar yet somewhat youthful voice traveled down the stairs and reached Huo Yuhao's ears.
"So you're finally willing to speak."
"Do you think I'll still let you manipulate me as you did before?" Huo Yuhao's eyes were dark and heavy. He did not climb the white jade steps as Tang San wished.
The Ghost Sculpture flew into his hand. Asura Divine Power poured into it, and this supreme divine weapon finally revealed part of its true form.
Blood-red energy flowed faintly along the patterns on its blade, while the vicious ghostly faces seemed to come alive.
The invisible space was torn open, revealing a dark passage. Beyond it stood a solemn grand hall, with a figure seated high above within it.
Huo Yuhao stepped inside, and the spatial passage closed behind him.
Huo Yuhao stood in the hall and raised his eyes toward the person seated in the place of honor.
It was Tang San, whom he had met once since returning to twenty thousand years ago.
Tang San looked almost no different from how he had in the God Realm. The only difference was that he was much younger, nearly the same age as Huo Yuhao now.
"I'm here. Where are Liya and Eve?" Huo Yuhao asked coldly.
If he had been facing a Tang San who knew