"I see. So it wasn't actually treasure, but the Sun itself." He was genuinely surprised. He didn't think that the "shiny" thing they investigated was the sun.
But, the Son of the Sun?
Tang Yin laughed slightly, and his hammers appeared in both hands.
"Son of the Sun... That sounds like an incredible title. But do you think it's greater than mine?" Tang Yin sneered and swung his two hammers toward the sun with overwhelming force. "I am the son of Tang Ming, the most powerful man in the Upper Plane."
"There are many suns. Stars are counted in the thousands... But Tang Ming's Younger Son, the Heir of Tang, is counted as only one."
Tang Yin looked at a huge mass of plasma approaching him. The scorching heat enveloped the surroundings, but his two hammers were not intimidated by the huge star.
A final battle that would determine who would rule the plane had just begun...
