The Douluo God Realm.
"...Unfixed Wind Waves couldn't even hold him for a single second?"
The Sea God's Unfixed Wind Waves, one of the Golden Thirteen Halberds, could hold any being for three full seconds, regardless of the difference in cultivation.
That restraint was guaranteed to take effect.
Even though these Unfixed Wind Waves had only been unleashed by a strand of Tang San's divine consciousness, the restraining effect was still guaranteed to trigger as long as it hit.
The previous Sea God, Poseidon, had once said he was confident that even if the Dragon God were reborn, Unfixed Wind Waves would forcibly hold them for three seconds.
Yet against this Phoenix God, Unfixed Wind Waves had held for less than a second before being broken?
"No!"
The God of Destruction pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke, turning his gaze toward Tang San.
"This Phoenix God has probably been playing with us all along."
"If he could break free of Unfixed Wind Waves, could he really not have dodged it?"
"And judging by how effortlessly he did it, he probably only pretended to be restrained for that fraction of a second."
Tang San froze as the God of Destruction's words reached his ears.
"Tang San, the Phoenix God let your parents go deliberately."
"It seems he's deeply displeased with you, a God King of Law Enforcement, meddling in the lower realm without authorization. He wants to lure you to the Douluo Plane and teach you a lesson in person!"
Tang San's body stiffened.
The strand of divine consciousness inside Wang Dong was his final trump card, one he was reluctant to use lightly.
Even when Tang Hao and Ah Yin had been nailed to the golden ancient tree, Tang San would not have activated that strand of divine consciousness until the very last moment, when their lives truly hung in the balance.
Because once that strand of divine consciousness vanished completely, he would lose control over Wang Dong, the hero fragment of his own daughter.
In Tang San's plans, Wang Dong, a personality derived from Tang Wutong, had to be erased.
But now, without that strand of divine consciousness to control her, erasing Wang Dong's consciousness would be all but impossible.
And now the God of Destruction was actually saying that even his rescue of his parents had been deliberately allowed by the Phoenix God?
Had the Phoenix God been running circles around him all along, already seeing through every part of his plan?
"Destruction, everything you're saying is utter nonsense!"
"The Douluo Plane is sealed off now. I..."
Just then, silver light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the God of Space nearby, and he looked toward the Douluo Plane.
"A gap has opened in the seal around the Douluo Plane, but it seems to permit only Second-Level Gods and below to teleport through."
"I think the Phoenix God is deliberately allowing the Gods into the lower realm, though I don't know his purpose."
The God of Destruction cast a thoughtful glance at Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Oscar, who stood beside Tang San.
"The Divine Realm has many Second-Level Gods, but each has their own duties."
"The Asura God's friends, however, include quite a few Second-Level Gods with time on their hands. Why not send them down?"
Ning Rongrong and Oscar exchanged a glance, then both shook their heads like pellet drums.
Under ordinary circumstances, returning to the Douluo Continent and seeing how it had changed over the years would have been a wonderful opportunity.
To them, it would have been nothing short of a vacation.
Now, however, the Douluo Continent was completely under the Phoenix God's control. It had become a dragon's pool and a tiger's den.
Ma Hongjun, the Phoenix God, was far stronger in combat than either Ning Rongrong or Oscar.
Send the two of them, who leaned toward support, to the Douluo Continent to face the Phoenix God who had subdued Ma Hongjun with one hand?
What kind of joke was that? They would be serving themselves up on a platter!
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing were also unwilling to go to the Douluo Continent for the same reason: it was too dangerous.
But at that moment, Tang San's voice abruptly turned cold.
"Mu Bai, take Xiao Ao and the others back to the Douluo Continent!"
"You haven't been back in so many years. Don't you miss home?"
"Besides, Fatty is our companion, after all. Now that he's been captured, of course we should help him."
"Wouldn't you agree?"
The Asura Demon Sword in Tang San's hand rose at an angle, its tip pointing toward Dai Mubai and the others.
His stance was simple: Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong, and the others had to go, whether they wanted to or not.
Even if they became sacrificial pawns used to probe the Phoenix God, they had to head to the Douluo Plane immediately!
Otherwise, even if God King Tang's Asura Demon Sword could do nothing to the Phoenix God, surely it could still cut them down?
"Xiao San..."
Dai Mubai shook his head in displeasure, but when he saw the undisguised, icy killing intent in Tang San's eyes, a violent shudder ran through him.
"I understand, Lord Asura God!"
Three hundred li outside Shrek City.
"Yan Shaozhe, go tell Xiaotao!"
With his swollen, red backside sticking out, Xuan Zi sprinted forward with all his might while shouting to Yan Shaozhe beside him.
(The image above shows Xuan Zi's running posture.)
Shrek Academy, with its ten thousand years of heritage, had been destroyed, and a heaven-shaking battle between Gods had even erupted within the city.
The sight had scared the wits out of Xuan Zi and Yan Shaozhe, that pair of crouching dragons and fledgling phoenixes.
While Da Ming and Er Ming were dying in battle, the two had secretly fled, happening upon the members of Shrek Academy who had escaped from the Sea God Pavilion.
Although Zhang Lexuan and the other inner court students, along with the remaining Sea God Pavilion Elders, were all deeply dissatisfied with Xuan Zi, they had little choice.
At present, Xuan Zi was the strongest combatant Shrek Academy had left.
So, left with no alternative, the members of Shrek Academy once again accepted Xuan Zi as their leader as he led them in search of a safe place.
Looking at the Iron Flood of the Spirit Hall Empire's fleet in the distance, Xuan Zi could not help trembling.
He had never imagined that a moment of shooting his mouth off would get all of Shrek wiped out.
At least this old life of mine is still intact. Better get out of here!
"Tell Lexuan, Xiaotao, and the others to abandon everyone who's injured, along with anyone whose cultivation is too low and who runs too slowly!"
"Those useless burdens will only slow our march. Knock them all unconscious and dump them by the roadside so the Spirit Hall Empire's people can't catch up with us so quickly."
Yan Shaozhe was left gaping in stunned disbelief at Xuan Zi's outrageous words.
"Xuan Zi, they're all teachers and students of our inner court, the elite of Shrek! We..."
Xuan Zi waved his hand forcefully and snapped.
"Shrek? Shrek, my ass!"
"Shrek Academy is gone! Even Junior Granduncle died in battle!"
"God-level powerhouses are appearing one after another. This world has gone mad!"
"Our only task now is to find somewhere to hide from that damned Spirit Hall Empire fleet hunting us down!"
"Everything else can wait!"
At that very moment, however, a pitch-black spatial rift suddenly opened in front of Xuan Zi.
Tang Hao and Ah Yin tumbled out of the spatial rift and looked around in confusion.
The instant he saw Xuan Zi, Tang Hao blurted out instinctively.
"Huh? Chicken Leg Douluo?"
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