The Asura God King's Plan

He had taken his grandson across half the continent and rushed to two places, only for someone to beat them to both.

Being led around by the nose left even a Limit Douluo like him furious and helpless.

Tang San said nothing. He stared at the empty lake, hatred in his eyes so intense it seemed almost tangible.

Him again. Was it Fang Fan again?

Had he taken the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger?

Had he taken the Titan Giant Ape and the Sky Azure Bull Python too?

He'd taken Xiao Wu as well!

It was as if that man knew every opportunity awaiting Tang San.

Whenever Tang San arrived somewhere full of hope,

all he found were Fang Fan's leftovers.

No, not even leftovers. Nothing at all.

How could he accept this? Why should he?

He had fought day and night in Slaughter City,

enduring the agony of slaughterous energy tearing through his meridians in the Blood Pool. After finally reaching level forty,

he had rushed to claim the opportunities that should have been his. Yet every time, all he found were traces Fang Fan had left behind.

It was like wandering a desert for three days without water,

then racing toward an oasis only to find a mirage.

"Fang. Fan."

Tang San forced the two syllables through clenched teeth. His voice was hoarse and twisted, as though speaking the name ground his teeth together.

He shut his eyes and drove the Slaughter God Art through his body, turning his overwhelming hatred into the purest Asura Killing Intent.

Deep in his mind, the Asura God King chuckled, his voice thick with approval and temptation.

"Hate him. Hate him down to your bones, to the depths of your soul.

That is the way of Asura. That hatred is your strongest