Tang San's Fury

Watching Tang Wulin, Gu Yue raised her hand first.

Her gaze was calm and detached. As she lifted her palm, a wisp of strange power gathered within it.

The power was faint, yet formidable.

As it slipped silently into Tang Wulin's body, he began to tremble.

A layer of brilliant golden scales slowly spread across his body.

A flash of blood-red crossed the golden scales, and Gu Yue raised her hand without pause.

She touched his brow lightly. As a powerful force churned and surged, Tang Wulin's body began to convulse.

A bloody slit opened between his brows, and drops of golden-red blood flowed out.

It was indeed the Golden Dragon King's blood, but it was the most violent—or rather, the most maddened—part of it.

Inside Tang Wulin's sea of consciousness, a powerful spiritual force boiled up, and the illusory Golden Figure appeared.

The Golden Figure took shape, transforming into a tall young man.

The young man glared furiously at Gu Yue and unleashed all the God King-level spiritual force around him without holding anything back.

That terrifying spiritual force bore down like a mountain, carrying an overwhelming pressure.

Feeling that pressure, Gu Yue's once-detached gaze gradually turned grave.

This was Tang San's power. She naturally knew of the Sea God and Asura God.

After all, he had come from Douluo Continent. Though she had never met him in person, she knew who he was.

"I never expected this child really was your descendant. The Divine Realm has vanished. Where exactly did you all go?"

"Why has your child come to Douluo Continent while the rest of you have disappeared completely?"

There was a challenge in Gu Yue's voice, but Tang San merely swept her with a cold glance.

The immense pressure around him turned into tangible force and slammed