As she said this, Xiao Wu deliberately looked at Tang San, undisguised trust shining in her eyes.
"Besides, with Third Brother here, why should we be afraid of them?"
In her view, since Tang San had become a God King, he ought to possess the power to suppress any enemy.
White Impermanence? The Underworld?
As long as Tang San made a move, what force could truly threaten them?
Hearing Xiao Wu's words, Tang San's expression finally softened a little.
He slowly raised his head, and the shock and anger in his eyes gradually gave way to coldness.
"That's right."
"What's there to fear from a mere Spirit Hall, even if they really have come back from the dead?"
Tang San sneered, regaining some of a God King's majesty.
"I, Tang San, destroyed them once, and I can destroy them a second time!"
"As for this so-called White Impermanence..."
His gaze fell on the sky screen, and a flash of icy killing intent passed through the depths of his eyes.
"I'd like to see what he's capable of, daring to appear before me under the name of a God King!"
Yet Tang San had no idea that the toughness he displayed now looked rather laughable in the eyes of certain true God Kings.
The Divine Realm.
Between the Life Temple and the Destruction Temple, vast divine powers shone in one another's light.
The Destruction God King stared at the sky screen, a trace of gravity flashing through his purple eyes.
"Another God King-level existence."
"And according to the information on the sky screen, this White Impermanence Yue Guan is only ranked tenth."
He spoke slowly, the ease he had initially shown now absent from his voice.
To beings like them, the appearance of a God King-level powerhouse was by no means a trivial matter.
And with an Underworld of unknown origins standing behind this newly ascended God King, the matter warranted even greater vigilance.
"It seems the waters of this ranking run deeper than we imagined."
The Destruction God King spoke in a grave voice.
Beside him, the Life God King nodded gently, though her gaze remained fixed on the sky screen.
"Yes."
"And I think we aren't the ones who should really be getting a headache over this."
As she spoke, her gaze drifted toward Tang San.
At that moment, a meaningful smile appeared on the Life God King's lips.
"After all, Yue Guan used to be a member of Spirit Hall."
"Now he's not only returned from the dead but also become a God King."
"If the Underworld really has some connection to Spirit Hall, I'm afraid the days ahead won't be easy for Tang San."
The Life God King made no attempt to hide her schadenfreude.
After all, she and Tang San had never shared any particularly deep friendship.
Now, seeing that Tang San was about to face a God King-level enemy of unknown origins, she was naturally happy to watch the show.
The Evil God King and the God King of Goodness, on the other hand, reacted quite differently.
"Interesting!"
The Evil God King's eyes gleamed, and a hint of excitement even appeared on his face.
"Who would have thought such beings existed outside the Divine Realm!"
"White Impermanence Yue Guan... the Underworld..."
He murmured the two names, as though he could hardly wait to fight them.
"If I get the chance, I'd really like to see what this newly ascended God King can do!"
The God King of Goodness also looked expectant.
For them, opponents of comparable strength were all too hard to find.
The Divine Realm was vast, but the beings truly capable of fighting a God King could be counted on one hand.
Now a mysterious Underworld had suddenly appeared, along with White Impermanence Yue Guan, whose strength had reached the God King level. This undoubtedly showed them new possibilities.
What they didn't know, however, was that-
The Underworld's true foundation went far beyond a single White Impermanence Yue Guan!
Meanwhile.
Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy.
Unlike the astonished gods of the Divine Realm, Yu Xiaogang had completely lost his former composure.
"Level one hundred and fifty..."
"God King level..."
He repeated the information from the sky screen, seemingly unable to accept the reality before him.
Suddenly, he jerked his head up, his facial muscles twitching with anger.
"Why?!"
"Why does Yue Guan get to become a God King?!"
The roar nearly tore his voice apart.
Liu Erlong stood to the side, watching the crazed Yu Xiaogang. She opened her mouth, but could not find a way to console him.
Flender likewise frowned deeply.
They both knew that what Yu Xiaogang had been least able to let go of over the years was his own laughable talent and the cultivation he could not advance.
Yue Guan's appearance had undoubtedly struck him hard in the most vulnerable part of his heart.
After all, though Yue Guan had once been a Titled Douluo, he had been no unreachable legend.
But now, he had not only returned from the dead but also leaped straight to the ranks of God King-level powerhouses!
Yu Xiaogang, by contrast, had spent half his life studying Martial Soul Theory and had even placed all his hopes on Tang San, only to remain a Soul Master of meager strength in the end.
The contrast was almost more than he could bear.
"I'm the one who studies Martial Soul Theory!"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot, and his clenched fists creaked.
"I'm the one who should have greater power!"
"Why Yue Guan? Why that bastard from Spirit Hall?!"
In his eyes, Yue Guan's rise was nothing less than a mockery of half a lifetime of effort.
The other man had crossed so easily the path to godhood that he himself had pursued so desperately.
More laughable still, those people from Spirit Hall whom he had regarded as enemies might now return through the Underworld!
At the thought, the hatred in Yu Xiaogang's heart spread wildly like a wildfire.
He hated Yue Guan! He hated Spirit Hall!
And he hated this unfair fate even more!
"Fake... this must be fake!"
Yu Xiaogang still refused to believe the truth before his eyes.
But no matter how he roared, the sky screen would not change because of his anger.
The next moment, the hazy light and shadows that had shrouded the sky screen abruptly dispersed.
Endless nether Qi surged from deep within the image, as though a gate to the hell of the Nine Netherworlds were slowly opening before everyone's eyes!
A bitterly cold, gloomy wind swept across heaven and earth.
Amid the churning black mist, a figure finally walked slowly out of the depths of the netherworld.
He wore plain white mourning robes, their sleeves and hems snapping in the gloomy wind.
A tall hat sat atop his head, bearing four prominent characters: Fortune upon first sight!
In his hand was a pitch-black mourning staff, its shaft wreathed in eerie ghost Qi. Within it, countless indistinct shades of departed souls seemed to be wailing.
That familiar face still bore some of the feminine grace and uncanny charm unique to the Yue Guan of old.
But now, no one dared regard him as the ordinary Titled Douluo he had once been!
For behind him lay the endless netherworld.
And all around him, a terrifying pressure surpassing that of ordinary gods spread in every direction like a tide!
The power of a Yin God! The might of life and death!
That eerie presence, seemingly from the Underworld of the Nine Netherworlds, descended upon Douluo Continent through the sky screen, leaving countless living beings chilled to the bone, their very souls trembling.
At that moment, everyone finally understood.
What it meant to be White Impermanence!