Answering the doubts in his heart was A'Dai behind him, and the words spoken in that mocking tone made Tang San's heart turn half cold again.
"Heh, didn't I tell you there were quite a few people on the continent who completed the nine trials?"
"This is our Sea God!"
Tang San's pupils went slack. For some reason, he felt a piercing agony in his chest, as if he had lost something important in his life. He had not felt this way in many years.
"Another god?"
"Damn it, I was clearly only one step away. Why now, of all times?"
Realizing there was no longer any way to persuade A'Dai to spare him, Tang San began roaring furiously in his heart, complaining about the unfairness of fate.
But sitting around waiting to die had never been his style. Knowing he had no chance of winning in a head-on fight, shadows flickered beneath Tang San's feet, and he began fleeing at high speed toward the city gate on the other side.
"Trying to run? You must still be dreaming!"
Seeing that the other party wanted to slip away right under his nose, A'Dai raised the Magic Scythe in his hand again, and the Nether Word Art was about to activate once more.
But Nami beside him struck even faster than he did. A golden trident condensed out of thin air in that fair, tender palm.
After a delicate shout, the Golden Trident shot straight toward Tang San's back.
Nami had heard Ning Rongrong tell the story of the "God King Ascension Chronicle" countless times, so her impression of Tang San was extremely poor. Combined with the current tragedies of Saliker and Nili Province, she had not the slightest intention of letting Tang San go.
The sound of rushing wind from