"Heh, you're overthinking it. What Rakshasa meant by becoming one is just like what you did to Dai Mubai back then."
At that moment, a strange smile appeared on Asura God's face as he spoke slowly.
"What? Rakshasa, you mean to..."
At Asura God's words, Tang San's expression changed drastically. He immediately mobilized the Rakshasa Divine Power within him, putting himself on the highest alert.
"Resist? You think you can resist?"
Rakshasa God revealed a savage smile and said coldly, "You've always wondered why, despite also being a God King, you couldn't withstand even one move from Qian Renxue, haven't you?"
"Because Qian Renxue accumulated her God King cultivation little by little through her own efforts!"
Her expression grew increasingly excited as she continued, "But you only reached the God King level by absorbing malicious thoughts and resentment, along with the Rakshasa Divine Power I poured into you."
"Then, to make you easier to control, I added some special seasonings to those malicious thoughts and resentment."
The instant Rakshasa God finished speaking, Tang San felt the Rakshasa Divine Power inside him slip out of his control and surge wildly through his body.
It was as though countless wronged souls were rampaging inside him, tearing at his flesh, his meridians, and his dantian. The unbearable agony made him convulse incessantly.
Beads of sweat streamed down Tang San's face as his entire body struggled violently.
The pain pushed his nerves to the brink of collapse.
"Pfft!"
His own boiling divine power battered his insides, severely injuring him in an instant. He spat out a great mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.
After that violent surge, the divine power inside Tang San finally settled down. Yet strangely, he could no longer control it.
It was as though the divine power within