The God of Destruction watched the heaven-shaking blood sword that seemed to split the entire heaven and earth in two, and let out a cold snort inwardly.
He was far too familiar with this move; in the scenes he saw from the memories of Ten Thousand Years later, his own Super Divine Artifact, the Scepter of Destruction, was precisely split open with a gap under this very sword strike.
He had to admit that Tang San's sword strike was indeed extremely powerful.
If it were himself back in his prime, taking this sword strike head-on would by no means be easy.
But at this moment, he had a confidence in Huo Yuhao that far surpassed ordinary people.
Although he could not clearly describe just how strong Huo Yuhao was nowadays, at least he himself could no longer survive more than a few moves in the hands of this successor.
Tang San's Asura Blood Sword style was a fatal kill move driven at the cost of burning his Asura Bloodline, which was a desperate life-risking method of injuring the enemy by a thousand while damaging oneself by eight hundred.
Normally, Tang San would never easily use this move, but given the current tense situation, in order to take down Huo Yuhao as soon as possible, he could no longer care about much else, and as soon as he struck, it was his trump card and strongest killing move.
Facing this heaven-shaking strike, Huo Yuhao's expression was as calm as water, without the slightest ripple.
He simply raised his right hand unhurriedly and waved it gently upward, and a pink Divine Power condensed and formed around his body, transforming into a layer of light barrier as thin as a cicada's wing, enveloping his entire person within it.
That light barrier looked so fragile that it was vulnerable to a single blow, as if a gust of wind could blow it away, yet when Tang San's Asura Blood Sword, carrying monstrous killing intent, cleaved down upon the light barrier, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, unable to shake it by even a fraction.
Tang San stared dumbfounded at this scene, his eyes filled with incredulous shock.
His proud trump card killing move was actually unable to even breach the opponent's defense? Not even a single crack was left?!
His lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't help crying out in alarm: "This... How is this possible?!"
Huo Yuhao looked at Tang San, whose expression had changed drastically, with a tone as calm as water, and said indifferently: "Nothing is impossible. A God King is not invincible. Above the God King, there are even higher existences."
"Clearly, on this path of cultivation, I have walked further than you."
He bore the Legacies of the two God Kings of Destruction and Life, and over these years he had never relaxed for a single day, continuously blending and fusing two completely opposing energies.
Eventually, amidst countless attempts and sedimentation, he successfully made them fuse with each other, giving birth to the supreme Power of Creation, which was the true Creator's power, overriding Destruction and Life, enough to split heaven and earth and reshape the Law.
Speaking of Divine Positions, calling him the God of Destruction or the God of Life nowadays was no longer accurate; he had already stepped into another level, and perhaps he could even be called a Creation God!
However, the only thing Huo Yuhao wanted to complain about in his heart was why this power of the Creation God happened to be pink.
As a big man, he always felt somewhat unnatural every time he used it.
Therefore, on ordinary days he rarely used this power, and would only take it out when he truly needed to go all out.
At this moment, facing a formidable enemy like Tang San, he naturally would not overestimate himself, and as soon as he struck, he directly used this Power of Creation.
After becoming a god, Huo Yuhao's cultivation had never stopped for a single day, and he deeply knew that power had no end, and the position of God King was merely a new starting point.
Looking back at Tang San, ever since ascending to the position of God King, he had placed more of his energy on power politics and planning, and his mind had long deviated from cultivation itself.
With this ebb and flow, being suppressed by Huo Yuhao was naturally a matter of course.
Only when this gap was placed before him, Tang San found it hard to accept no matter what.
However, whether he accepted it or not could not change the fact before his eyes.
That scene just now where Huo Yuhao casually received Tang San's ultimate strike not only struck Tang San himself like a thunderbolt, but also shocked all the Divinities behind him into losing their color, especially those God Kings from other Divine Realms.
They had all genuinely felt the might of Tang San's sword strike just now; if it were themselves, they would have no certainty of being able to receive it, let alone failing to shake even a fraction of the defense.
Yet Huo Yuhao not only did it, but also maintained his composure, looking effortless.
Naturally, they would not think that Huo Yuhao would only passively defend; being able to block this fatal sword strike so casually meant that the gap between the two was long no longer on the same level.
When the God Kings looked at Huo Yuhao again, there was a bit more solemnity and respect in their gazes, which was an instinctive reaction when facing a stronger being.
Huo Yuhao looked at the expression of doubting life on Tang San's face, and spoke in a calm tone: "You are not my match; capture your hands without a fight."
Tang San raised his head, his eyes filled with unprecedented panic.
His proudest strongest strike could not even scratch the opponent by a fraction, which meant that no matter how he struggled, there was definitely no chance of winning.
And those Divinities of the Great God Circle behind him obviously had no intention of striking for him at this moment, and not even a single person stepped forward to voice support.
Just at this moment, a voice carrying eagerness and panic suddenly came out from the crowd: "There must be some misunderstanding in this! Third Brother is not that kind of person!"
Huo Yuhao was very familiar with this voice; sure enough, the next moment a figure squeezed out from among the gods and rushed quickly to Tang San's side.
Her complexion was somewhat pale, and her exquisite pretty face was filled with worry and unease, tightly grasping Tang San's sleeve—she was Tang San's wife, Xiao Wu.
In that World Ten Thousand Years ago, this mother-in-Law had always been very good to him, and Huo Yuhao always maintained due respect for her in his heart.
Only looking at her pale and panicked face at this moment, Huo Yuhao also had to inwardly curse Tang San for not being a human.
No matter which World it was, his actions ultimately caused his beloved to be deeply hurt.
Following Xiao Wu's speech, as the daughter, Tang Wutong also stood out, but her voice was no longer as justified as before.
"I... also believe that Dad is not what you said!"
Anyone could hear the hesitation in her tone.
And as the son-in-Law, Dai Yuhao fell silent at this moment.
He slightly lowered his head without saying a word.
Although he did not express his stance, silence at a time like this was already a stance in itself.
Tang San was unwilling to accept this ending; he raised his head to look at Huo Yuhao, his eyes bloodshot and panting like a trapped beast driven to a desperate situation, and shouted with a hoarse voice: "You have said so much, but it is just empty talk without proof! Do you have any evidence?"
Driven to a point with no way out, Tang San had to bet his final hand.
He could only bet that Huo Yuhao did not have ironclad evidence in his hands that could hammer him to death.
Hearing this, Huo Yuhao smiled; he didn't expect that even at this time, Tang San was still making a cornered desperate struggle.
With a casual wave of his hand, a figure appeared out of thin air before him.
That was a burly middle-aged man who was currently disheveled, in a slovenly state, covered in dust, and completely lacking his former prestige.
This person was precisely Tang Hao, Tang San's father, who had long been controlled by Huo Yuhao.
This was also the most direct and powerful ironclad evidence of Tang San's intervention in the affairs of the Lower Realm.
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