"Mm... mmm!!"
Tang San's eyes bulged with pain. His entire pig body lay collapsed like sludge at the bottom of the pit, all four limbs ruined, even his screams reduced to muffled whimpers.
"I'll leave you alive. Be a good little log and watch the show."
Ye Yuan sheathed his sword, not even bothering to spare the muddy pit another glance.
After reducing Tang San to a helpless lump of flesh, Ye Yuan slowly raised his gaze and fixed it squarely on the God of Destruction, whose face had turned utterly dark.
Before the War Chariot, Qian Daoliu held the Asura Divine Sword point-down, Golden Crocodile Douluo braced the Sea God Trident across his body, and Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong blazed with divine light. All four True Gods pressed half a step forward together.
Ye Yuan stood at their center, unleashing the full, tremendous power of a Level 90 Titled Douluo without reservation. The Creation Sword rested in his right hand, the Chaos Clock in his left, while five breathtakingly beautiful Divine Beast phantoms flickered behind him!
He looked at the vast army from the Divine Realm before him, his eyes filled with nothing but icy menace.
"The trash getting in my way has been dealt with."
"Destruction, now... it's time for you stray gods from the heavens to give me an accounting."
"You stole our Divine Realm's Super Divine Artifacts, injured our principal gods, and even dared to lay down rules in the mortal world..."
The God of Destruction enunciated every word, the mud beneath his feet silently sinking several feet.
"If I don't strip your skin and tear out your tendons today, you insolent wretch, the name of the Divine Realm won't deserve to remain in this world!"
"You talk too much."
Ye Yuan sneered and lowered