Looking down at Zeng Tian, who had appeared out of nowhere, Tang San seethed with rage. He wished he could descend to the lower world in his true body and destroy him.
With such an unpredictable factor added to the soul beasts' side, would the events that followed really unfold as he had previously foreseen?
Tang San did not know, and that very uncertainty only made him angrier.
But right now, Tang San could not truly do anything. After all, the God of Destruction was watching him at every moment. Any move that was even slightly too conspicuous might be discovered.
Yet without making a major move, killing an existence comparable to a Level 99 Limit Douluo outright would be extremely difficult.
A moment later, Tang San took a deep breath, steadied his emotions, and said, "It's only a minor interlude. It won't affect the overall picture. Perhaps this setback will spur the child of fortune on even further and make him stronger."
Just how many hardships had he endured before becoming a god? Compared with his own trials, what Huo Yuhao was experiencing now was merely a little sorcerer standing before a great one.
Of course, if a suitable opportunity presented itself, Tang San would not mind taking action personally to eliminate the unpredictable factor that was Zeng Tian.
The Body Sect.
"Urgent report! Urgent report!"
A black-clad soul master shot into the main hall at tremendous speed, his figure little more than a blur.
Inside the imposing hall, a tall, green-haired old man sat in the seat of honor, discussing matters with the Body Sect elders beside him.
Upon hearing the black-clad soul master's voice, the tall, green-haired old man and the elders stopped talking and turned to look at him.
Du Busi looked at the black-clad