Divine King Tang San's Impotent Rage

After Lin Chen disappeared into the depths of the forest, the atmosphere in the clearing remained oppressive.

Zhao Wuji stood beside the Man Faced Demon Spider's corpse, his face livid.

He had lived for more than half a lifetime, yet he had never felt so humiliated.

First, someone had snatched Oscar's Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent out from under him. Now, someone had killed Tang San's Man Faced Demon Spider right before their eyes—and the culprit was a twelve-year-old boy.

Zhao Wuji had roamed the Soul Master World for decades. When had he ever suffered such indignity?

But he had to admit that the boy was right.

Tang San really could not absorb a two-thousand-year-old Man Faced Demon Spider.

And given the boy's strength and backing, even if Zhao Wuji had forced a fight, he might not have gained the upper hand. He could only swallow this grievance.

"Let's go." Zhao Wuji turned around, his voice low. "We'll keep heading deeper and find one of a suitable age."

No one answered.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun exchanged a glance, but neither spoke. Oscar hung his head, dejected. As for Tang San...

Tang San stood rooted to the spot.

His body trembled slightly, his hands clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms.

Noticing something was wrong, Zhao Wuji frowned. "Xiao San? What's wrong?"

Tang San did not answer.

An earth-shattering transformation was taking place inside his mind.

An unimaginably vast torrent of information surged madly into the depths of his consciousness, like floodwaters bursting through a dam.

That information was as boundless as an ocean, as immense as an abyss. It carried countless images, sounds, emotions, and memories, battering his soul.

He saw another world.

In that world, he was also Tang San. He possessed twin martial souls.

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