"What?!" Bibi Dong's beautiful, deep-purple eyes contracted sharply.
She had long suspected that Tang San was doing very well for himself now, but she had never imagined he had reached such heights...
If what this young man said was true, she might never have any hope of revenge.
"Why should I believe you?" Bibi Dong's tone softened noticeably.
She seemed to have recognized the reality of her situation.
"Because of this..." Xu Cheng opened his hand, and a long staff appeared out of thin air in his palm.
"That's... the Destruction Scepter! How could you possess something like that? No, you're Destruction's successor?!!"
"Talking to someone clever really does make things easier." The corners of Xu Cheng's mouth curled up.
"That's right. Destruction has already chosen me as his successor. The God of Emotion also approached me, hoping I would inherit his mantle, but I politely declined."
Tian Meng quietly leaned close to the Ice Empress's ear. "If I remember correctly, that Rong Nianbing fellow stormed off in a rage, didn't he? Even his Dao heart nearly shattered."
The Ice Empress said, "...Ahem. I believe so."
"The Destruction Scepter... it really is genuine. Unless the Divine Realm has descended into chaos and they're too overwhelmed to look after themselves, a God King's Super Divine Artifact could never fall into someone else's hands. You truly are Destruction's chosen successor." Bibi Dong's expression grew solemn.
"As long as you can help me kill Tang San, everything is negotiable." A flash of icy killing intent crossed her eyes as she spoke.
After all, most so-called successors had merely qualified to take the trials to become gods, nothing more. Those who actually obtained a Super Divine Artifact while still Soul Masters, however, had earned their patron god's favor. Their chances of attaining godhood could