Lan Hong snapped his fingers, releasing a projection that showed the heartwarming scene of Tang Wulin, Tang Ziran, Lang Yue, and Na'er reunited as a family.
Yet this very scene shattered Xiao Wu's defenses. Silent tears streamed down her face, perfectly illustrating one saying: when grief became too overwhelming, tears made no sound.
Lan Hong did not pity her merely because he saw her crying. If she had truly fulfilled her responsibilities as a mother, how could things have ended up like this?
Because of her irresponsibility, she had left all arrangements concerning the child to Tang San. She had to bear the consequences now.
"I've said more or less what I needed to say. Tang San had other ridiculous tricks as well, but there's no need to go into detail. It isn't very interesting. Now, it is time for judgment!"
Lan Hong's tone suddenly turned incomparably cold, and every trace of a smile vanished from his face.
He raised a hand and pointed two fingers toward the sky. The Changhong Sword, Ice Soul Sword, Purple Cloud Sword, Rain Flower Sword, Thunderclap Sword, Green Light Sword, and Whirlwind Sword circled above him.
An incomparably sharp sword intent swept over everyone present like a tide.
Everyone felt a prickling pain across their skin, while an emotion called fear rose from the depths of their hearts.
Since becoming gods, these deities had not felt fear in who knew how long. Yet today, they had been made to thoroughly recall what fear felt like several times in a row.
This was while Lan Hong was not even deliberately targeting them. Otherwise, merely feeling fear would have been the least of their problems.
Tang San was currently enduring Lan Hong's undisguised killing intent. That nearly tangible killing intent completely restrained him, rendering him unable