God Tang San: Destruction, You Already Have a Way of Certain Death!
Sea God Hall, Tang San's divine sense had already condensed into a single line.
He locked onto the blue-haired child who was being protected by Xuan Zi and Yan Shaozhe through the void, and was about to explore the other's Sea of Consciousness.
"Tang San, what are you doing?"
A voice suddenly came from the direction of the palace gate.
Tang San's wrist twitched almost imperceptibly. The blue-gold Divine Sense that hadn't yet been sent down was instantly extinguished, and the scene in the Lower Realm was directly cut off.
He turned around.
The God of Destruction, draped in a wide, purplish-black cloak, stepped across the threshold of the palace gate. In the shadow of the hood, his dark red eyes did not look at Tang San, but instead swept directly over the lingering blue-gold afterglow in the air.
Divine Power converged in the air, and Destruction's lips curled into a slight smile.
"Let me look at my daughter." Tang San put his hands behind his back, his expression turning cold.
"What, do I need to report my family matters to you?"
"Of course not." The God of Destruction stopped three steps away.
"However, recently there have been frequent accidents and minor disturbances throughout the Divine Realm. I've been investigating for several days and suspect that someone is stirring up trouble behind the scenes, deliberately diverting the Divine Realm's attention."
He raised his eyes, looking at Tang San thoughtfully. "What do you think about this matter?"
Tang San felt a surge of annoyance.
What else can he think?
Stand and watch!
Those minor troubles on the edge of the Divine Realm were originally his doing, intended to divert and Destruction energy. Who knew that this guy not only wasn't held back, but instead had time to come here and keep watch.
"The Divine Realm is governed by you and me, along with several other God King." Tang San met his gaze and shook his head.
"The laws are right here, who would dare to break them? You're just being too tense."
"That would be for the best." The God of Destruction looked at him.
A few seconds of silence filled the hall. The God of Destruction's lips twitched. "I also hope that just now, you were indeed only looking at your daughter."
He turned around, his long, dark purple robe sweeping through the air as he walked away.
"Tang San, don't reach into places you shouldn't." The God of Destruction's voice came from outside the hall, growing farther and farther away, but Tang San could still hear it clearly:
"I will keep an eye on you."
Tang San's expression froze for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, the aura of Destruction outside the palace gates had truly vanished.
"Smack!"
Tang San slammed his palm down on the table. The force directly crushed an open scroll of the Divine Realm into a crumpled mess, and two fine cracks appeared on the hard jade tabletop.
"This is never going to end!"
"Destruction! You have already Way of Certain Death!"
Tang San shifted his gaze to the rolling sea of clouds outside the hall, and a sense of relief welled up in his heart.
Fortunately, he sent Tang Wutong Lower Realm early on; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to find an excuse to shut the God of Destruction up if he were caught in the act today.
At this moment, it is absolutely impossible to use divine sense to probe the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
Since Destruction has become suspicious, he may be keeping an eye on our movements at any time. If he is caught interfering in the Lower Realm realm without permission, things will only get more complicated.
Tang San withdrew his hand, forcing out a drop of divine blood from his fingertip, which spread in mid-air and transformed into a curtain of light.
Since we can't see it ourselves, we should find someone to investigate.
A moment later, the figures of Da Ming and Er Ming appeared in the light screen.
Tang San had little patience at this moment and said bluntly:
What's been happening in the Lower Realm lately?
Why are so many people gathered at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well in Sunset Forest?
Da Ming paused for a moment. "Sunset Forest?"
"We've remained in Zongli and haven't received any news of any changes over there."
"Then go check it out."
With a flick of his fingertip, Tang San used a wisp of Divine Power to outline the face of the blue-haired child he had just glimpsed and pushed it into the light screen.
"Especially this child." Tang San pointed to the face.
"Find out his background, when he joined Shrek, and why he's able to stay by Xuan Zi and Yan Shaozhe's side. Once you've found out, tell me directly."
Er Ming leaned closer to look at the youthful face, and nodded in a muffled voice:
"Okay, leave it to us."
Having finished explaining the matter, Tang San was about to withdraw his Divine Power.
Da Ming took half a step forward, blocking the light screen that was about to dim. "Tang San, how is Xiao Wu doing lately? She..."
Tang San paused, his eyes instantly turning cold.
Those two bastards are truly still up to their old tricks!
He had personally expended divine blood to send a message and explain important matters, yet when Da Ming spoke, he was still thinking about Xiao Wu.
He didn't want to hear the rest of the sentence at all, and pressed his Palm down. The blue-gold light instantly dissipated, and the light screen collapsed like ripples on water. Da Ming's unfinished greeting was abruptly cut off in the void.
Douluo Continent, the back mountain of the Clear Sky Sect.
The light on the communication screen went completely dark, and only the rustling of the mountain wind through the pine forest remained around the stone platform.
Da Ming stood before the Formation, staring into the empty air, his lips still slightly parted. After a few seconds, he slowly closed his mouth.
Er Ming frowned, slapped the stone pillar beside him, and the impact sent pebbles flying.
"What's this? We can't even ask Sister Xiao Wu a question?"
"He's forgotten how he became a god in the first place!"
Da Ming stood still.
He gazed at the sea of clouds beyond the cliff, remaining silent for a long time. Only when the mountain wind chilled his clothes to the bone did he turn around and sigh:
"Let's check on that child first."
Heaven Dou City, an abandoned farmhouse.
Zhang Peng pushed open the door and respectfully placed a rolled-up sheepskin map on the broken wooden table in front of Zhongli Wu.
"We've found our target in the Star Dou Great Forest." Zhang Peng pointed to an area circled in vermilion on the map.
"A 100,000-year-old Golden-Spined Dragon Ape. It left the Core Area a few days ago and is currently active in these mountains on the outskirts."
Gu Mingyuan, who was sitting next to him, stood up and walked over.
Next to the map was a sketch sent back by a member of the church.
The painting depicts a gigantic ape with exaggeratedly thick arms and a thick layer of dark gold scales covering its shoulders and back. Most striking is the high, raised golden bony ridge that extends from the back of its neck to its waist and back, resembling a heavy sword embedded in its back.
Feng Ling picked up the portrait, glanced at it, turned to look at Gu Mingyuan, and nodded.
"I don't know if it was the subordinates' good intentions, or if you just got lucky."
"The Golden-Spined Dragon Ape's physique is already exaggerated, and the golden spine on its back can accumulate Soul Power, making its destructive power when unleashed in an instant truly astonishing." Feng Ling placed the portrait back on the table.
"It really suits you perfectly."
Gu Mingyuan's gaze lingered on the golden ridge on the portrait for two seconds, a hint of anticipation rising in his heart. He asked directly:
What are its weaknesses?
"The weakness is also that golden spine," Zhang Peng grinned.
"After the burst of power, there will be a brief period of downtime in the Golden Spine where the Soul Power needs to be replenished."
"However, once they reach the level of 100,000 years, even without relying on explosive power, their invulnerable flesh and bones alone would be enough to give an ordinary Titled Douluo a run for their money."