The words of the God of Destruction pierced like a sharp blade into the wound Tang San least wanted to be touched. Being scolded right to his face in public, even with the forbearance and Heart-Nature Tang San had cultivated over the years, he finally could no longer hold it in.
His voice suddenly rose, carrying a hint of composure-shattering loss of control: "The Space-Time Turbulence came too suddenly, it is simply impossible to resist it purely by relying on Divine Power! I have already done my best!"
"If it weren't for me barely maintaining it all these years, the Divine Realm would have already been buried within the endless Void Realm! What qualification do you have to stand here and say these things to me?!"
Facing Tang San's loss of control, the God of Destruction instead laughed rather than getting angry, saying: "Of course I have the qualification, because in the World where I am, the Divine Realm successfully resisted the Space-Time Turbulence."
This sentence was like a basin of ice water poured directly over his head. Tang San's anger instantly froze on his face, his pupils shrank sharply, and he involuntarily shouted: "How is that possible?!"
The God of Destruction let out a cold snort: "There is nothing impossible, Tang San, facts have proven that I was right."
"In that Divine Realm where I was, because you were judged and imprisoned, the plan to expand the Divine Realm was able to be smoothly implemented."
"In the end, gathering the power of the entire Divine Realm, we successfully survived the crisis of the Space-Time Turbulence."
"Today, that Divine Realm is full of vitality, and compared to when you were there back then, it is already vastly different."
After the voice of the God of Destruction fell, the expressions of the divinities behind Tang San constantly changed.
They looked at those once-familiar faces opposite them, among whom were their companions and even loved ones.
Only, in this World where they currently were, these people had already left them forever.
Afterward, an indescribable emotion quietly spread deep within their hearts, making them think: if they had chosen to support the God of Destruction back then, could their Divine Realm also have been preserved?
Could those companions who perished in the Space-Time Turbulence have survived?
Some things, once they take root in the heart, are very difficult to uproot again.
Once upon a time, they firmly believed that Tang San was the answer to everything, the savior, and the only hope leading the Divine Realm out of adversity.
But looking at Tang San again at this moment, that unshakeable trust had quietly loosened, and even quite a few Divinities faintly felt a trace of dissatisfaction rising in their hearts.
Human hearts are treacherous, and how could divine hearts be any different?
Even after living for tens of millions of years and experiencing countless tribulations, the Heart-Nature of Divinities ultimately could not withstand the test.
Although Tang San was not the God of Emotions, with the sharpness of his Divine Thought, he had already clearly perceived that subtle change in the gazes of the divinities behind him.
The past respect and trust were quietly fading, replaced by a trace of hesitation, a trace of alienation, and even unnoticeable dissatisfaction.
Matters were sliding piece by piece toward a direction he could not predict, and he seemed powerless to stop it.
Huo Yuhao's judgment was correct. As long as Tang San's true face was exposed in public, letting the divinities see clearly what was hidden beneath his righteous exterior, no one would firmly stand by his side anymore.
At this moment, those divinities from the original Divine Realm behind Tang San, although not immediately defecting, had a shaking of resolve that was already visible to the naked eye.
As for the God Kings of other Worlds in the Great God Circle, they were also maintaining a bystander's posture at the moment, with no one intending to stand up for Tang San again.
Even the God King of Light, Chang Gongwei, who was closest to Tang San and had just actively inquired whether he needed help, was now just quietly standing in place with a calm gaze, having no intention of stepping forward to speak.
The red-haired Madness God, Lei Xiang, had always despised Tang San's style of seizing the moral high ground in everything. Seeing such a scene right now, naturally he loved watching a big commotion.
He soundlessly transmitted his voice to several surrounding God Kings: "I didn't expect that following Tang San back would allow us to see such a good show. It looks like he is really going to capsize this time."
The Immortal Emperor Hai Long followed with a chuckle, his eyes carrying a hint of playfulness: "Look at Tang San's expression; obviously, even he didn't expect such a thing to happen."
Pausing for a moment, he turned his head to look at Chang Gongwei, his tone carrying a hint of probing: "Chang Gong, you are the most familiar with Tang San, you didn't expect him to be this kind of person either, right?"
Chang Gongwei was silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "Judging from my previous contacts with Tang San, he shouldn't be that kind of selfish person."
His tone carried a trace of reservation, and also faintly revealed a bit of wavering.
The Zither Emperor, Ye Yinzhu, had always had a good impression of Tang San previously. At this moment, gazing at the familiar figure ahead, he mused: "Either this Huo Yuhao is slandering Tang San, or... Tang San is simply too good at disguising himself and hides too deeply, so that none of us saw it."
Sea Dragon chuckled and chimed in: "I think it's the latter. Look at Tang San's current appearance; doesn't it look just like someone flying into a rage out of humiliation after having his bottom line exposed?"
Had Tang San flown into a rage out of humiliation?
Of course he had!
The expression on his face was like an overturned palette, turning green and pale alternately. His gaze flickered uncertainly, his chest rose and fell slightly, desperately suppressing the anger that was almost bursting through his chest cavity.
However, at this moment, his gaze did not land on the God of Destruction who had been "outputting" against him all along, but instead locked tightly onto Huo Yuhao.
He knew that the "chief culprit" behind all this right before his eyes was precisely this person.
If not for Huo Yuhao using bizarre means to appear with these different-realm divinities, and if not for him step-by-step uncovering those past events, the situation would never have fallen to such an unmanageable state today.
As long as he took him down, perhaps matters could still have a turning point.
Thinking of this, Tang San no longer hesitated.
The golden trident in his hand vanished instantly, replaced by a completely blood-red long sword.
Surging over the sword body was a monstrous Killing Intent and ferocity, just holding it in his hand made the surrounding air grow several degrees heavier. This was precisely the Super Divine Artifact of the Asura God—the Asura Sword!
Tang San had always considered himself the Sea God, but speaking of true combat power, his Asura God state was his absolute Peak form.
"Utter nonsense, watch me take down you otherworldly demonic creature first!"
Tang San shouted loudly, his voice exploding like thunder, directly categorizing Huo Yuhao as a "demonic creature".
Before his words finished falling, a heaven-shaking red light suddenly flashed behind his back, red light filling the sky, as if the entire sky had been dyed into a surging sea of blood, with a thick, murderous aura spreading overwhelmingly across the earth.
The Asura Sword held high in his hand erupted with dazzling blood-red light, the sword body growing longer against the wind, instantly transforming into a blood-red giant sword stabbing straight into the clouds.
Surging above the blade's edge was endless Killing Intent and ferocity, as if even the clouds of the Divine Realm were torn to shreds by this monstrous Killing Intent.
The might erupting from Tang San's body shocked the hearts of quite a few Divinities present.
Especially those Divinities of lower ranks in the New God Realm; at this moment, they seemed to be nailed in place by an invisible giant hand, unable to move even a single finger, as if just taking one extra look at that patch of blood-red light plunged them into the killing Hell, unable to extricate themselves.
However, looking conversely at those divinities brought by Huo Yuhao from the Divine Realm of Ten Thousand Years ago, although their faces bore expressions of shock, they held no sense of panic.
Not a single one of them stepped forward to help—not because they didn't dare, nor because they were unwilling, but because they felt there was simply no need to strike.
Their gazes unanimously fell upon Huo Yuhao, their eyes filled with unreserved trust; they believed that Huo Yuhao alone was sufficient to deal with this astonishing sword strike from Tang San.
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