140: Disagreement and Resentment

"I don't allow it!"

Yu Xiaogang's words burst out forcefully, his stern expression growing even darker. He had always admired Tang San, not only for his remarkable talent but also because his father was the renowned Clear Sky Douluo on the continent, making him an idol in Yu Xiaogang's eyes. Thus, from any angle, Yu Xiaogang couldn't permit Tang San to put himself at risk.

He recognized Tang San's impulsive emotions, but he firmly believed in a bright future. Yu Xiaogang was resolute in not allowing Tang San to forsake the potential glory of the future due to the present uncertainty.

With firm conviction, Yu Xiaogang issued a stern command, "Now is not the time for you to act recklessly, Xiao san. Don't continue on your own path; evacuate with me."

It was an ultimatum, a decisive assertion that left no room for Tang San to retort. Tang San's complexion darkened significantly, caught between the turmoil of his feelings for Xiao Wu, the love he had harbored for years, and the dilemma of her uncertain fate. The difficult decision weighed heavily upon him.

Tang San hesitated, torn between his emotions and reason. But his hesitation was short-lived as someone else took control of the situation. Gu Rong appeared in a flash behind Tang San, his movement so swift that Tang San couldn't react in time. Gu Rong's heavy palm struck Tang San unconscious.

The difference in their cultivation bases was too vast. Gu Rong, a Titled Douluo and known as the "world's number one eccentric soul master," had dealt with Soul Douluos and Titled Douluos, leaving no room for embarrassment or doubt about his abilities.

Yu Xiaogang witnessed the disbelief in Tang San's eyes, knowing that Tang San had reacted in the last moments before losing consciousness. Unfortunately, it was too late.

As Tang San was thrown by Gu Rong, Yu Xiaogang caught him, paying no heed to the curious glances around. Some present were likely wondering why he only cared for his disciple and showed no remorse for the near-injury of Liu Erlong or Flender.

Ning Fengzhi's expression remained unchanged, but within, he shook his head slightly, sighing inwardly. Lu Yuan's statement held a grain of truth, but this wasn't the time for scheming. His top priority was the safety of himself, Ning Rongrong, and Uncle Jian with Gu, followed by Prince Xue Qinghe and the young geniuses with potential.

The group moved quickly, their burden heavier, but their average cultivation bases high, allowing them to travel faster than before.

Unbeknownst to all, Tang San's eyelids twitched as he worked to regain consciousness. His subconscious mind seemed to recognize the situation, urging him to wake up. Simultaneously, a subtle resentment began to take root in his heart.

In a distant space within the Spirit Hall, a colossal and fearsome statue of a god stood, radiating a potent pressure. This force wasn't typical of a Titled Douluo; it was more potent and, in a way, more sinister. This pressure seemed to blend with emotions, a trait not usually associated with strength.

This amalgamation was probably unintended by the powerful god, but it was a result of the mingling of their emotions with their innate attributes. However, their subjective intent wouldn't alter the outcome.

Assuming divine power meant bearing its weight, inheriting the position of a god was neither an easy nor straightforward task. The colossal statue trembled slightly, its ferocious expression growing even more fierce.

"Perfect! Utterly perfect! But it's not enough!"

Invisible waves of thought surged throughout the independent space.

Underneath the statue, a figure in a black robe knelt humbly on the ground, speaking with intense fanaticism, throwing himself in obeisance, "Please bestow upon me the will of my God!"

"Bring him! Bring him! He's the most unique! The most fitting successor to my divine position!"

The statue's silent scream filled the space with a surge of manic, chaotic, and even depraved emotions. However, the black-robed figure remained unmoved, seemingly unaffected by these negative emotions. Instead, he inquired more respectfully, "My God, what shall I do now?"

The statue's tremors ceased, seemingly stumped by this question. The current successor was indeed quite suitable, the fit was adequate, and most importantly, this successor possessed immediate combat prowess and stood among the top ranks of human cultivation bases.

In essence, if she chose that successor, she could already bestow the divine position upon them. The successor had even mastered the basic usage of divine power. The difference lay in the final step and a few elements inherited from the Rakshasa gods, such as artifacts.

However, compared to the present inheritor, the one sensed earlier was undoubtedly more attuned in terms of compatibility. Its incredibly pure resentment, akin to black mud dredged from the abyss, was no less intense than the current holder's madness and resentment.

But what level of cultivation did she possess? What about that insignificant ant? If they were born in the same era and world, it was hard to say who would have ascended to the throne of Rakshasa. But since she was preparing to abdicate, fear wasn't a concern.

After estimating the assessment progress of the current divine examiner, she felt that another successor seemed likely.

Wasn't it impossible? No matter how long the enemy's successor would endure, she had the final say. With ample time, she had no need to settle for a less optimal successor.

She was willing to apologize, even to apologize a hundred times over. If the enemy was discontent, they could come seeking revenge. Furthermore, this was a perfect explanation for her divine position.

Regarding the future of this successor upon obtaining the divine position—none of her concern! When she relinquished it, they would become a full-fledged god.

Then, she and her enemy could leave, leaving the vacant room for the bright and righteous god. The thought brought her happiness.

Meanwhile, the Raksha High Priest remained unaware of her gods' thoughts and continued waiting reverently for the Raksha God's will.

Eventually, a mysterious thought wave pierced through. The Raksha High Priest listened respectfully, intentionally waiting for a moment before realizing that the Raksha God had departed.

Slowly rising, their raised his hands high. A gorgeously designed sickle materialized from the void, slowly settling in the high priest's grasp. A powerful soul power surged from the short figure, its momentum on par with an ordinary Peerless Douluo.

The Raksha High Priest of the Angel God, Qian Daoliu, had been a Peerless Douluo. According to Raksha God's personality, it wasn't likely that Angel God could outdo her. If Angel God had a High Priest, then she would have one too, also a Peerless Douluo.

Even if the combat power was negligible, the facade had to be maintained. A lavender soul power extended from the high priest's hand, touching the artifact. The massive sickle vanished instantly. With that, the high priest of Raksha, a Peerless Douluo, transformed into a shadow, disappearing from the independent space.

The next phase commenced. What relation did Shura God have with Raksha God? Could the first-level God Raksha secretly influence the test of the supreme God Shura? Who would believe it wasn't rigged? It was inconceivable that there weren't any loopholes.

Besides, where had her grievances with Shura God stemmed from? Given Shura God's status, the relationship between Angel God and Raksha God, and Raksha God's authority, their authority intersected with Shura God's.