Bibi Dong cut down the Asura God King's third wave of divine punishment with a single slash.
Far off in the sky, several streaks of divine light flying toward Spirit Hall faltered at once.
The Asura God King's soul fragment narrowed his eyes. His dark-red pupils reflected the fading blood-red light above Spirit Hall. His expression shifted, then settled back into certainty.
"Don't worry."
The Asura God King's soul fragment glanced at Tang San. His voice was low, but the confidence in his dark-red eyes had only grown.
"The third wave of divine punishment was still below the God King Realm.
It's no surprise they broke through it. The real fight won't begin until we reach Spirit Hall."
"Mm."
Tang San nodded, and his mouth slowly curved into a smile.
It was a small smile, but cruel as a blade sharpened for too long that had finally found the bone it was meant to cut.
He flew at the front, two-colored divine light circling him. Dark red and blue-gold intertwined, trailing behind him in a long streak.
As he flew, he thought of his father Tang Hao's bloodshot eyes the last time he had looked at him.
He thought of the hand that had closed on empty air when Fang Fan had snatched Xiao Wu away with Space Traversal. He thought of the gash a sword had carved through the Clear Sky Sect's mountain gate, and of the ruins beneath Slaughter City where the Asura Blood Pool had once stood.
Every last one of those things led back to Fang Fan.
He would make Fang Fan taste that pain too. No—he would make Fang Fan suffer worse.
He would take the women around Fang Fan one by one, right in front of him, and force him to watch and listen,