The God of Destruction was a good man.
Looks like he's taken the blame for me quite a few times.
The moment Tang San asked that question, Qin Xiao knew Tang San had misunderstood him.
But that worked out nicely.
It saved him the trouble of steering him that way.
An idea stirred in his mind, and he simply decided to play along.
"Since you've figured it out, I won't pretend anymore."
"What gives you the right to treat the Douluo Continent as your own backyard?"
"The Douluo Continent is the shared property of all the gods in the Divine Realm. I sent this avatar down precisely to set things right."
He shamelessly began draping himself in the God of Destruction's mantle.
"So that's why you kept making trouble for me and fighting me over and over. You were trying to draw my attention."
Understanding dawned on Tang San's face.
At the same time, his heart filled with relief.
If so many things hadn't happened, forcing him to send down an avatar, the Douluo Continent really would have fallen into someone else's hands.
After all, the Divine Realm had its rules.
After becoming a god, one could remain in their original world for three years.
Given the God of Destruction's character, that definitely wouldn't lead to anything good.
He felt that if the fellow before him stayed on the Douluo Continent for three years, the daylilies would have gone cold long before he could act.
There would be nothing left for him.
By then...
Wouldn't the Tang Sect and the Clear Sky Sect vanish without a trace?
"A fine plan. You nearly fooled me."
Tang San gave an icy smile. "Your cultivation is only at the Soul Saint level right now. Dealing with you will still be child's play."
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