"Tang San! She's your daughter!" The muscles in the God of Destruction's cheeks tightened, his teeth grinding audibly as he glared at Tang San with bloodshot eyes, panting like an ox.
"You actually... actually..."
"Xiao Qi was so young! How could you bear to split her soul apart? That was the same as killing her with your own hands three or four times, do you understand? No wonder Xiao Qi showed you no mercy. You deserved every bit of it, and death would be too good for you! You've already embraced the Way of Seeking Death!"
That was not the end of it. The more the God of Destruction spoke, the angrier he became. Finally, he extended his Great Desolate Imprisoning Heaven Finger, pointed straight at Tang San's nose, and offered a warm, sweet greeting. "Fuck your mother! You fucking animal, motherfucker! Tell me your fucking dream!"
At that moment, the God of Destruction completely forgot about Ye Qing. He even ignored the dozen or so spectators over on their side. Tang San had his aggro locked down tight. After that torrent of sweet nothings, he wasted no words, hefted the Destruction Scepter, and blasted him with a bolt of Destruction Divine Thunder.
Lao Zi had already completely lost his shit.
Under the combined pressure of the Goddess of Life and Little Scumbag, he had already been going mad in silence. Now that he suddenly had an outlet for his pent-up frustration, Lao Zi simply could not control his hands.
Not only did he use Destruction Divine Thunder to attack physically, but that honey-smeared little mouth of his also subjected Tang San to mental attacks far beyond the God King level.
This onslaught was truly vicious to the extreme.
Tang San, who had already had his arrogance and impatience beaten