One blow.
Nothing more than an irritated wave of the hand from a lowly servant.
The Douluo Continent's future Sea God and Asura God, the Tang Sect's once-in-a-century Hidden Weapon genius in his previous life.
All his trump cards shattered, his muscles and bones broken, he hung against the wall like a dead dog, his survival unknown.
The youth clapped his hands and glanced with utter disgust in the direction Tang San had flown.
"Are people from the Lower Planes all sick in the head?"
The youth shook his head, stepped back onto his Flying Artifact, and streaked toward the Great Desolation Divine Realm's mountain gate without looking back.
He had no interest in even going over to finish him off or search his body.
Because in his eyes, an ant like this, who had not even converted his energy into Spiritual Energy, was not worth a single Spirit Stone from head to toe.
Beneath the Sky Screen.
The entire Douluo Continent was as silent as death.
Every Soul Master watching the Sky Screen felt as though their breathing had been completely cut off.
Shrek Academy, the main training ground.
Everyone stood with their mouths open, unable to make a sound for a long time.
Ka, Ma Hongjun, and the others had all lost their voices.
They knew better than anyone how terrifying Tang San's Hidden Weapons were.
During their usual sparring at the academy, Tang San did not even need to use his full strength. Casually throwing a few Dragon Whisker Needles could leave even a Soul Saint like Zhao Wuji scrambling.
They regarded Yama's Invitation as a divine weapon capable of killing a Titled Douluo beyond their own level.
But now.
The divine weapons had become scrap iron.
The deadly poisons they took pride in had become