"Qian Daoliu! You dared destroy my inheritance ground!"
The Asura God roared in fury and slammed his palm onto the jet-black stone table beside him. Spiderweb cracks instantly spread across its surface, and fragments clattered onto the palace's icy floor with a piercing racket.
"Slaughter City... the foothold I spent thousands of years cultivating in the Mortal Realm, stolen by you just like that!"
Rage gnawed at his mind like a venomous snake, yet he dared not make any major move now-the warnings from the three God Kings earlier that day still echoed in his ears. If he broke the rules again and interfered in the affairs of the Douluo Continent, not only would his authority be revoked, but his plans to roam the universe would go up in smoke.
He could only watch helplessly as Qian Daoliu established a new order in Slaughter City and severed his path of inheritance completely.
"Forget it... fortunately, I kept something in reserve."
The Asura God drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his fury, and swept his hand toward the water screen.
The image on the water screen changed instantly. Slaughter City vanished, replaced by a dense forest.
A man in coarse gray clothes hurried through the trees with a swaddled infant in his arms. His steps were light but urgent, and every so often he stopped to scan his surroundings warily, as though evading someone's pursuit.
The infant in that bundle was none other than Tang San, whom Qian Daoliu had searched everywhere for without success.
As early as the night Tang Hao entrusted Tang San to the Black Veiled Woman, the Asura God had sensed the danger.
He had foreseen that Qian Daoliu would move against Slaughter City. Before Qian Daoliu arrived, he secretly took control of a Fallen Soul Master