The gods stood quietly in their respective positions, silently watching the mortal boy below, who kept his head bowed and said nothing.
The atmosphere in the hall grew extraordinarily delicate.
No one urged him to hurry, nor did anyone break that tacit understanding, even though they belonged to different factions.
Veiled by divine light, the faces of these exalted beings were invisible to mortals.
But as fellow deities, they could see one another's expressions and slightest movements with perfect clarity.
Tang San stood in the middle of the three God Kings, his hands clasped behind his back and his chin slightly raised.
His confident smile declared that victory was already in his grasp. At this point, he was not even bothering to pretend otherwise.
Everyone: ...
That smug face was truly ugly to behold.
The Water God subtly turned his head away, while the Thunder God secretly tightened his grip on his spear. Every Main God cursed inwardly.
Not only were this least experienced God King's methods of competing beneath contempt, but his conduct had no bottom line whatsoever. He had actually dragged out ties from the mortal world to force the boy's hand.
Dozens of gazes silently met in midair, reaching a perfectly unspoken agreement.
Even if this boy named Huo Yuhao really chose the Asura God under pressure today, they would never let Tang San's inheritance scheme proceed smoothly.
Even if they could not afford to provoke a Supreme God King, they could still tamper with a few things in the God Realm Center and make life unpleasant for this shameless fellow who played by no rules.
Just as all the gods decided the outcome was settled.
Huo Yuhao finally moved.
He slowly raised his head, looking straight past Tang San, who stood directly before him. His gaze