Controlling Tang Chen's body, the Asura God cast Tang Xiao a cold glance, his tone distant and impatient:
"I am not Tang Chen now. I am the Asura God. Your affairs can wait. First, we deal with the trouble before us."
Clearly, his attention was fixed entirely on Qian Daoliu. He had no interest in these two juniors from the mortal realm.
"I have no intention of quarreling with you."
The Asura God's voice came through the King of Slaughter's mouth, tinged with impatience. The descent of his divine sense was clearly consuming enormous energy, leaving him little time for a stalemate.
"Tell me, what will it take for you to release Tang Hao, Tang Xiao, and Tang San? As long as it does not violate the Divine Realm's bottom line, I can agree to your terms."
He knew all too well that Qian Daoliu's strength far exceeded his expectations. If this dragged on, not only would he fail to rescue them, but the Divine Realm might also detect his divine sense, bringing even graver consequences.
A sharp gleam flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes as his fingertips gently stroked the holy sword's hilt:
"I heard that the Ice God of the Divine Realm has stepped down, leaving the divine seat vacant. Hand over the authority of the Ice God's divine seat, and I can let the three of them leave without pursuing today's prison break."
The body controlled by the Asura God visibly stiffened at this demand.
Although the Ice God Authority was a First-Level God's seat, it was crucial to the balance of power in the Divine Realm.
But he looked at Tang San, sleeping soundly in Tang Hao's arms-the successor he had chosen for the Asura God's seat. Nothing could be allowed to happen to him.
As he