Yu Yuanzhen's body shook violently a few times before its spasms slowly ceased.
His face was filled with resentment, his eyes blazing with hatred.
Even before death, he refused to close his eyes, as though he wanted to see clearly how Tang San killed them.
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
Life drained rapidly from Yu Yuanzhen's body. His eyes bulged abruptly and rolled outward, making him look terrifying. A dense surge of resentment churned within him, enough to make anyone's hair stand on end.
His pupils rapidly dilated, and the light within them gradually dimmed.
"A mere human dared to contend with a god? You truly had no idea how high the heavens were or how deep the earth was."
"Tang San" stood there, looking at Yu Yuanzhen's corpse with utter disdain in his eyes.
"Did you see the first and second forms of the Mad Demon Scythe clearly?"
The Rakshasa God's voice echoed in Tang San's mind.
Tang San nodded slightly and said, "I understood them more or less, but Lord Rakshasa God, may I ask whether those were soul skills? Their power was simply overwhelming!"
"Soul skills? No, those weren't soul skills, but divine skills-abilities only gods can use!"
The Rakshasa God spoke calmly.
"Divine skills?"
Tang San was immediately startled by the Rakshasa God's words. No wonder they had been so powerful.
"Lord Rakshasa God, forgive my boldness, but compared to the Sea God's Golden Thirteen Halberds, whose divine skills are superior?"
Tang San voiced the question troubling him.
The Rakshasa God gave a cold laugh, then said slowly, "If the Sea God's divine skills were stronger than mine, he would be the one holding the title of God King."
"I see!"
Understanding dawned on Tang San. He really had asked an idiotic question.
"Enough. Dai