Tang San truly did not want to die, but neither did he fear death. After all, he had died more than once.
"Wouldn't killing you be letting you off too easily?"
As Lan Hong spoke, he glanced at the Asura Sword Sheath lying beside him like a corpse.
"What are you trying to do? You can come at me, but you must never harm Xiao Wu."
"I'm not low enough to do something like that. However, the situation with the two of you does need to be dealt with properly."
Two pillars of light enveloped them, and in an instant, the divine power in their bodies was converted and reorganized.
Tang San retained only the Asura God Position and divine power. Xiao Wu, who had served as the Asura Sword Sheath, was completely stripped of that identity and temporarily became the vessel for the Sea God Position.
In other words, Tang San would never again be able to maintain two God Positions at once.
Because the conversion and reorganization had been forced, Tang San looked even more dispirited.
"Is this how you want to torture me? Then you're underestimating me, Tang San, far too much."
"Of course I'm not underestimating you. Tang Sect traitor, as an assassin born into the Tang Sect, you should have seen plenty of tortures and people being tormented by poison. I wonder whether you can endure it when those methods are used on you."
Tang San's expression stiffened. Sealed memories opened up, and he could not help shuddering.
"You actually know my origins? Who exactly are you?"
Lan Hong merely smiled without answering, then struck decisively, slapping Tang San on the forehead. In Tang San's current condition, he could not even see how Lan Hong had attacked.
Only one thought remained in his mind. *Didn't