"No! Destruction, hear out my sophis... no, hear me out!"
Tang San hurriedly shook both arms, throwing a backward elbow into the wall and using the recoil to wrench himself out of the human-shaped crater.
He had only just sent the message. This little stretch of time was not even enough for it to reach Old Asura and Poseidon, let alone account for the time it would take them to return.
There simply was not enough time.
If the God of Destruction was goaded into acting now, all his efforts would have been for nothing!
No, he had to find a way to stall him, no matter what. At the very least, he had to hold out until those two returned!
"Hmph, fine! Let's see what honeyed lies you can come up with, Tang San!" Like some fool, the God of Destruction actually listened to Tang San and prepared to hear his excuses...
All right.
Looking at it this way, Lao Zi really had not gone down unjustly. He was simply too straightforward. With someone like him, Tang San could ruin his family and destroy his home in minutes.
"Yes, I did indeed intend to make my parents the Plane Masters of the Douluo Continent, but this was not for my own selfish desires. I did this for Dou..." Cold sweat began beading on Tang San's forehead as he frantically searched for excuses.
The truth was already out. Stubbornly trying to conceal it was impossible now. He could only see whether he could badger his way through or exploit a loophole in the Divine Realm's rules.
At that moment.
The Divine Realm's laws, which Tang San had spent several years memorizing down to the last word, flashed through his mind as he tried to find a way out from every