He was going to crush Fang Fan.
He was going to grind Fang Fan beneath his heel.
He was going to take Xiao Wu back, avenge his father's death, and wash away the Clear Sky Sect's humiliation.
But now he stood on the altar of Sea God Island, divine light flowing over his body, bearing two Divine Positions,
and found he had no confidence at all.
None of them knew what had happened at Spirit Hall.
They didn't know Fang Fan had become a God Emperor. They didn't know Qian Renxue had shattered the second wave of divine punishment with a single strike from her sword, or that Fang Fan had flicked the enormous head in the dark-red sky back through its rift with one finger.
All they knew was that Tang San had reached Late God King and held two Divine Positions. He was already immensely powerful.
But they didn't know that the dark-red sky that had just cleared above Spirit Hall, and the rift forced back into it, had already proved Fang Fan had reached a place even the Asura God King himself could not touch.
The Asura God King’s Divine Soul Fragment was still brimming with excitement.
He patted Tang San on the shoulder. His dark-red eyes shone with certainty, and the smile on his lips looked as though he had already celebrated their victory in the Divine Realm. "Come on. To Spirit Hall. It's time Fang Fan saw who the true protagonist of this world is."
"All right."
Tang San nodded, his voice quiet.
He raised a hand. Two colors of divine light circled his palm, casting its lines into alternating light and shadow like two rivers meeting there.
The Sea God and the Asura God King’s Divine Soul Fragment each lifted a finger toward Dai