Xuan Zi watched Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong descend from the sky and land before him.
They looked down on him with lofty bearing, yet he could not summon even the slightest thought of resistance.
"A level 99 Limit Douluo—you must be the pinnacle of combat power on Douluo Continent today. State your identity, and your connection to the Sea God."
"I am Xuan Zi, the current master of Sea God Pavilion. You two are evil deities defeated by Lord Sea God. Even if you have returned, Lord Sea God can destroy you again."
Bibi Dong did not particularly care when Xuan Zi called her an evil deity. After all, she was the Rakshasa God. Evil was evil.
But Qian Renxue could not tolerate it. As the Angel God, she represented holiness and the sun—she had nothing to do with evil.
Qian Renxue's divine might suddenly bore down on Xuan Zi, forcing him directly to his knees.
"Evil? Hmph. I am the Angel God, the Angel God who judges evil. The Sea God you speak of is the evil god who should be judged."
In Qian Renxue's eyes, Tang San was also a disgusting, evil hypocrite with double standards. He was the same in every world.
Especially after seeing how Evil Soul Masters ran rampant across Douluo Continent ten thousand years later, her disgust for Tang San had reached its peak.
If Spirit Hall still existed, it would never have allowed the Fallen Ones—the Evil Soul Masters—to run wild across the continent. After all, Spirit Hall's two most important duties had been awakening martial souls and hunting down Fallen Ones.
"Lord Sea God's glory will surely return!"
"Do you wish to die? I can grant your wish."
"Hehe, wouldn't killing him now be letting him off too easily? Spare his