"Enough!" Tang San roared. Ma Hongjun's words had left him somewhat humiliated.
He had never expected Ma Hongjun to harbor such deep resentment toward him, much less dare to oppose him.
Ma Hongjun had already given him cause to put him to death.
Still, he was merciful. Ma Hongjun was, after all, one of the Shrek Seven Devils and his teammate. Taking action against him might alienate the others, making the losses outweigh the gains.
"Phoenix, your emotions are very unstable right now. Go to the Douluo Continent and cool down for a while. You can return to the Divine Realm later."
When conflicts arose between gods in the Divine Realm that proved difficult to mediate, they would be sent to the lower realm for a time. After all, one day in the Divine Realm was one year below.
Before time, everything was futile.
Tang San's judgment was indeed already very merciful.
Hearing Tang San's sentence, Ma Hongjun found his high-and-mighty attitude hard to stomach, but he could only let it go.
He had no grounds to accuse Tang San.
The right to bring people along was Tang San's personal privilege. He had no obligation to help Bai Chenxiang, nor any obligation to help Ma Hongjun. After so many years as a god, Ma Hongjun saw everything clearly. It was just that Tang San had casually handed out a place he had once begged desperately for and never received, leaving him unable to move past it for the moment.
Go to the Douluo Continent? Fine. I haven't been back in ten thousand years anyway. This is a good chance to see how my descendants are doing.
The farce ended just like that, but no one felt entirely at peace.
Tang San, however, paid it little mind. In his eyes, Huo