"Some God Kings are like that. They have to make someone else walk the same road they did before they can feel at ease."
The Destruction God King snorted. Nebulae flickered in his violet eyes, along with undisguised contempt.
"Unfortunately, Asura chose the wrong person. Fang Fan is the one truly favored by fate. That boy who snuck over from Bashu can't compare to him. But Asura insists on having his way. He treats Tang San like a treasure and goes to every length to smooth his path.
"He wants to fight us? He has no idea what he's getting into."
"How could Tang San compare to Fang Fan?"
Qian Renxue answered without hesitation. She remembered how Tang San's nine rings had shattered at the Continental Elite Tournament, and how the Asura God King had personally hauled him away in disgrace. A cold smile touched her lips.
"He's nothing but a dog whose back Fang Fan broke. If Asura hadn't intervened again and again, Tang San would have died countless times over. No matter how much Asura props him up, a worthless man will never stand on his own."
The Destruction God King offered no further comment. He stepped into the deepest part of the Angel Divine Temple.
It was a vast circular space with no walls. Endless pale-gold mist billowed up from below, like the temple itself was breathing.
The moment Qian Renxue entered, her Eight-Winged Angel Martial Soul spread its wings beyond her control. The eight golden wings trembled gently in the mist, like drought-stricken seedlings finally touched by rain.
"Sit cross-legged. Steady your breathing and focus." The Destruction God King stopped, turned, and pointed toward the center of the space.
"Your talent has long surpassed the first Angel God's. You don't need to undergo nine tests as