I Wager the Asura Sword!

"How about we wager on the matter of you fishing souls out of the Underworld?" Tang San said, enunciating each word.

"Sea God, why should I wager with you over this matter?" God of Destruction replied in a deep voice. His eyes glowed with a piercing red light as he stared directly at Tang San across the round table.

Tang San smiled challengingly. "What? Does the renowned God of Destruction have a guilty conscience too?"

Seeing Tang San's confident expression, God of Destruction fell silent almost instantly, thoughts surging through his mind like crashing waves.

I clearly never went to the Underworld to fish out any so-called souls. Why is Tang San insisting that I did such a thing?

Could it be that Zhou Weiqing, the traitor Tang San planted among my subordinates, was the one who went to the Underworld to fish out souls, and now intends to frame me for giving the order to retrieve Underworld souls?

Although Zhou Weiqing is now secretly watched by deities at my command, he used to be as indispensable to me as my right-hand man. Naturally, he would have had the opportunity to do such a thing.

No!

Tang San may be devious, but he is no fool. Framing me in such a manner before the Five Great God Kings would serve little purpose. It would be easy to see through, and it would expose a traitor too soon.

After all, Zhou Weiqing is still my highly trusted right-hand man in Tang San's eyes.

Logically, he should only be allowed to reveal himself at a crucial moment. Only then could the traitor Zhou Weiqing's value be fully utilized.

Then where does Tang San's confidence come from?

God of Destruction could not quite figure it out. However, having always been at odds with