"Xu Ran, sometimes I ought to thank you. I inherited the Rakshasa God's position. If you hadn't humiliated me time and again and left my heart dead, I wouldn't have become such an unparalleled Rakshasa God." Tang San sneered. His tragedy had become the very thing that made him.
Although he was a First-Level God, he felt that his form as the Rakshasa God was far more refined than the old Rakshasa God's.
Perhaps this was what it meant for fortune and misfortune to depend on one another.
"So what? Before me, you're still that same piece of trash." Xu Ran released his Martial Soul as well. Eight incomparably powerful Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings flashed, and a pitch-black longsword appeared, ringing again and again.
The presence emanating from Xu Ran was actually no weaker than Tang San's.
"A Soul Douluo?" Zi Zhenzhu stared dumbfounded and rubbed her eyes, then her heart turned to dead ashes.
Although a Soul Douluo was already very powerful, the gulf between one and Tang San was like heaven and earth. Even a Titled Douluo amounted to nothing before a god, let alone a Soul Douluo...
Zi Zhenzhu no longer held any hope.
She was already prepared to die. This time, she had decided she would rather shatter like jade than survive intact as a common tile. Since they were all going to die, they might as well take that road together.
"Sister Zi, don't be so pessimistic. Although Xu Ran's cultivation is only at the Soul Douluo level, he has killed a god before," Xiao Wu said with a smile. Even though Tang San's presence seemed terrifying, her confidence in Xu Ran had not diminished.
Xu Ran had beaten Tang San into the ground so many times before, and he would defeat Tang San