However, Tang San never told this secret to anyone.
Even in public, he had to do his best to maintain the dignity of the master.
Why?
Because of the dark side of human nature.
If Tang San is having a hard time, no one else can have a good time either.
Since he learned these flawed theories and went astray, others must follow suit.
If everyone learns the wrong theories, their vision and development will be limited.
In this way, no one will be able to threaten Tang San's position in the future!
This was his real plan.
So, Tang San forced a stiff smile, adopting a respectful demeanor, and said something that didn't reflect his true feelings:
"Rongrong, you can't say that."
"Although the Grandmaster's martial spirit is inferior to Qian Yu's, his strength is also not as good as his."
"But the master's theory is still very strong; it is the crystallization of wisdom."
"Everyone must study this carefully, because this theory will become the only correct theory in mainland China in the future!"
"As long as you master the master's theories, you can become a strong person even without a powerful martial spirit."
Hearing Tang San say this, everyone had their doubts, but they could only nod in agreement.
After all, no one wanted to offend Tang San at this time.
Just then, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from the distant sky.
Ma Hongjun flapped his pair of fiery wings and flew back from the distant sea, panting heavily.
He was covered in sweat, his fat face jiggling, and he shouted as he flew:
"Oh no! Oh no!"
"Third Brother, a huge fleet is heading this way!"
"Judging from the flags, it looks like people from the Spirit Hall, and there are also ships from Seagod Island!"
Ma Hongjun landed on the deck, breathless.
Upon hearing this, Tang San merely glanced coldly at the distant horizon, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of his lips.
He's feeling really frustrated right now and has nowhere to vent.
"What's the panic?"
"What's the use of having more people?"
"Besides Qian Yu, who else in this world can make Tang San fear him?"
...
at the same time.
The realm of gods.
The place is shrouded in mist and clouds, resplendent in gold, and filled with a rich divine power.
Inside a magnificent temple, five enormous thrones are arranged in a circular pattern.
The five great god-kings—the Asura God-King, the Destruction God-King, the Goddess of Life, the Evil God-King, and the Kind God-King—have gathered here.
Below them stood dozens of first-level gods, radiating a terrifying aura.
Judging from this setup, it's clear that an extremely important divine assembly is being held.
Clad in dark red armor and radiating a terrifying aura, the Asura God-King surveyed the entire scene, his voice booming like a great bell:
"About that kid named Tang San from Douluo Continent."
"He is the heir I have chosen, and also a key piece to deal with future calamities."
"I hope you will give me some face and not interfere too much with his growth."
The God of Destruction, shrouded in a purple cloak, spoke in a deep voice:
"Since you, Shura, have spoken, we should naturally give you this courtesy."
The other three great god-kings nodded slightly, indicating that they had no objections.
"No problem."
Just as the gods were about to continue discussing the expansion of the divine realm, the sky in the center of the hall suddenly lit up.
That was a projection of the divine realm's surveillance of the lower realm.
"Second place on the Martial Soul Ranking, a twelve-winged angel?!"
A gasp broke the solemnity of the hall.
Poseidon, the sea god, clad in blue wave armor and wielding a golden trident, stared wide-eyed in shock.
"What? It's a twelve-winged angel!"
"How could a martial soul of this level appear in the lower realm?"
Opposite him stood a beautiful goddess wearing a golden battle dress and with six wings on her back.
She is none other than the current Angel Goddess, Qian Yuhan.
Qian Yuhan trembled with excitement as she looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar phantom of an angel in the sky.
"The legendary twelve-winged angel martial spirit..."
"It actually happened?!"
"This is the progenitor of the angel race, the source of light!"
The Asura God and the other four great god-kings also stood up abruptly, staring intently at the sky.
The atmosphere inside the hall instantly froze to freezing point.
"It's actually a twelve-winged angel martial soul."
"This is a martial soul comparable to the Dragon God?!"
The voice of the God of Destruction trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.
Dragon God.
This name is an eternal pain in the hearts of all the veteran gods in the divine realm, and an inescapable nightmare.
Back then, the Dragon God single-handedly overthrew the entire divine realm.
The five great god-kings joined forces, but two of them were killed, leading to a change in the current god-king positions.
The first-level gods suffered heavy casualties, and the god realm almost collapsed.
In the end, if the Dragon God hadn't lost his mind and wanted to escape, and hadn't committed suicide through the Asura God, this strike would have cleaved him into the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King.
Otherwise, the divine realm would have long since been renamed Dragon Realm, and no one would have been able to harm the Dragon God in the slightest.
And now.
Although this twelve-winged angel may be slightly inferior in rank to the dragon god at his peak.
But this is a genuine half-step Dragon God-level Martial Soul!
In the realm of gods, within a magnificent palace.
Golden divine light flowed across the dome, illuminating the faces of the five supreme deities, each with a distinct expression.
"Qianyu?"
The name echoed in the empty temple, and was repeatedly pondered by the gods.
The atmosphere, which had been somewhat somber due to the matter of Tang San, became strangely intense and lively with the appearance of this name.
The last trace of expectation that Shura God had for Tang San had vanished from his deep eyes, replaced by a kind of fanatical greed.
He suddenly stood up from his throne, his dark red divine power surging violently due to the fluctuations in his emotions.
"Everyone!"
The Asura God's voice rose a few decibels, even carrying a hint of urgency.
"I hope you will all give me some face."
"This person is decisive in killing; such a temperament is simply tailor-made for the position of the Asura God."
"I feel that he and I are destined to be together, and he is very suitable to inherit my divine position!"
Upon hearing this, the hall fell silent for a moment.
The Goddess of Life sat beside the God of Asura, a hint of surprise appearing on her beautiful, vibrant face.
She tilted her head slightly, her emerald green eyes filled with confusion.
"Shura, haven't you always thought highly of that kid named Tang San?"
"Just now you were paving the way for him, and even wanted to drag us all down with you to take care of him."
Why the sudden change of heart?
Although the words of the goddess of life were gentle, the irony in them was obvious to everyone.
The Asura God's expression remained unchanged; he didn't even furrow his brow.
As a god of law enforcement, his skin had long been thickened to the point of being impervious to blades and spears.
He straightened his expression, his face filled with righteous indignation.
"Life, you do not know this."
"I, the Asura God, am the law enforcement god of the divine realm, in charge of killing and order."
"Since it is law enforcement, the most important thing is the character and virtue of the successor."
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