Mingdu.
On one floor of the Royal Hotel.
Inside a bedroom.
Tang San's face twisted with rage. "They received Destruction's help long ago! Every one of them has at least four God-Given Soul Rings! Those are rewards of the highest order! Has Destruction gone mad? That brat hasn't even inherited a Divine Seat, yet he dares to..."
But before he could finish, the phantom opposite him interrupted.
"That is probably why Destruction backed down."
His true self across from him sighed softly.
"What do you mean?" Tang San clutched his empty shoulder, where pain still throbbed, and froze.
"The fact that I can stay here and speak with you for so long without Destruction forcing me to withdraw my divine sense is proof enough..." His true self narrowed his eyes.
"This is a compromise. After all, he broke the Divine Realm's rules first, so he can hardly keep seizing on my transgressions and refusing to let go."
"So I lost this arm for nothing? And she was the one who cut it off!" Tang San's eyes were bloodshot.
"Of course not. You are my divine sense; we share honor and disgrace. This matter certainly won't be swept aside..." His true self pondered. "In that case, as long as you make it through the Elimination Round, let the other Clear Sky Sect disciples take the stage and muddle through the remaining matches whenever you aren't facing the Sun Moon Empire or Shrek. Meanwhile, I'll spend some time pouring divine power into the Sea God Trident. Ideally... I'll mix in some Asura divine power as well."
"Then I'll use divine power to repair and reinforce this body. The strength you can unleash should reach the peak of Limit Douluo, perhaps even touch the demigod level."
"Are you mad?" Tang San cried. "The