Third Brother, Stop Crying-Look, Your Son-in-Law Has Come to Haul Manure with You Too!

Tang San lay prone on the ground, half his face buried in the mud.

The pungent stench drilled up his nostrils.

He was the Sea God, a supreme existence in the God Realm.

And now he was lying beside a manure bucket?

God of Destruction, what did you just say?

Tang San propped himself up, his palm pressing into the sticky mud.

God of Destruction turned his head aside and jabbed the carrying pole in his hand into the ground.

Third Brother, don't make this hard for me.

Brother Yu said that anyone who barges in without warning is to be treated as an illegal intruder.

If you want to live, hurry up and take this bucket.

God of Destruction pointed at the swaying wooden bucket.

Unidentifiable yellow stains still clung to its rim.

Tang San trembled with rage.

You actually want me to haul manure?

I'm the Sea God! The Shura God!

God of Destruction sighed and stirred the manure in the bucket with the dung scoop by his feet.

So what if you're the Sea God?

Look over there.

He pointed at the Ten-Tails being skinned in the deep pit, then at the Evil God squatting beside it and working diligently.

Even the Evil God King is working as a cook here. What are you, a Sea God, acting so high and mighty for?

Tang San followed the direction of his finger.

He saw the Evil God.

The God King who was usually gloomy and cold was now rolling up his sleeves, holding a butcher knife in his hand.

The Evil God slashed viciously across the Ten-Tails' rear.

He was so practiced at it that it was heartbreaking to watch.

Tang San felt something snap in his mind.

This world had gone mad.

It had absolutely gone mad.