Yu Xiaogang shuddered, his eyes filled with humiliation and helplessness, but under Tang San's powerful intimidation, he dared not disobey in the slightest. He whispered, "Yes, Lord Seagod," his voice trembling and choking with sobs.
After saying that, he supported himself on the ground with his hands and moved his body with difficulty. Like a wounded old dog, he crawled out of the tent in a messy manner. Every movement revealed endless frustration and unwillingness.
After the two left, Tang San took a deep breath and slowly sat down in the middle of the tent.
There was silence all around, only the candlelight swaying gently in the breeze.
At this moment, a mysterious and ethereal voice sounded in his mind: "Congratulations, Tang San, you have captured Liu Erlong. From now on, every time you capture a goddess, you will receive a mysterious reward. You will become stronger and stronger and become a demon god who controls the heavens and all worlds..." The voice seemed to come from the endless void, with a kind of bewitching power.
As the words fell, Tang San suddenly felt a surge of power surging in his body, as if a sleeping dragon was awakened. His soul power rose rapidly like a flood that broke through a dam, and his originally stagnant state seemed to show signs of loosening.
At the same time, his blue-silver domain also began to undergo miraculous changes. The power of the domain continued to spread outward, and the originally faint blue light became increasingly intense, as if it was going to dye the entire tent with a layer of deep blue.
Tang San couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident yet slightly devilish smile, and whispered to himself: "My soul power has increased by five levels, and my domain has also been strengthened. It seems that I, Tang San, have the potential to become a demon god. In this case, then I will continue to do it..."
It was already late at night, and it was still pitch black outside the tent. The thick night was like a huge curtain, covering the entire camp.
Tang San left the tent and walked towards the camp where Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing were.
Arriving outside Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's camp, Tang San closed his eyes slightly and activated the Blue Silver Domain.
In an instant, an invisible force quickly spread out with him as the center, penetrating into every inch of space around him.
Through the perception of the Blue Silver Domain, he had a clear insight into the situation inside the tent.
Dai Mubai was sitting cross-legged in a corner of the tent, emitting a faint soul light all over his body. It was obvious that he was concentrating on practicing.
Zhu Zhuqing was lying on the bed, her eyes slightly closed, her breathing even and slow, with a hint of tranquility on her face. Her sleeping posture was elegant, and her long black hair was scattered on the pillow like silk, adding a bit of charm to her.
Tang San used his mental power to clearly see Zhu Zhuqing's cold and beautiful face. Under her beautiful nose was a slightly pouty smile.lips, her figure is sexy and well proportioned.
Tang San's eyes instantly flashed with an evil light, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey. He slowly set his gaze on Dai Mubai, his lips moved slightly, and whispered: "Mubai, I guess by now, Zhu Qing should have been obtained by you, so tonight, let your third brother do that to you..."
In fact, with Tang San's current strength, he can use the Shura Divine Light to instantly make Dai Mubai dizzy, and then take down Zhu Zhuqing.
But after thinking about it, he felt that doing so was not in line with his style.
What he wanted was to capture the little cat girl Zhu Zhuqing in a fair and open manner, and make Zhu Zhuqing willingly become his, Tang San's, woman.
Tang San was full of confidence in his own charm, so he walked straight out of the tent and said.
"Mu Bai, are you there?"
Dai Mubai's body trembled violently at the sound. He stood up from the ground, took a few steps to the tent door, opened the curtain and walked out. The moonlight shone on him, outlining his tall and strong figure.
He looked at Tang San in front of him and said, "Xiao San, what happened?"
Tang San looked at Dai Mubai in front of him, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. He slowly reached out and touched the yellow hair on Dai Mubai's head. The action seemed intimate, but it also revealed a sense of superiority.
His voice was calm but unquestionable. He said, "Mu Bai, I have a feeling Qian Renxue will launch a surprise attack on the Tiandou army soon. Go to the position ten miles to the north and take a look. If you find that the Wuhun Empire is invading, you must hold your position..."
"Okay, I understand, Xiao San..." Dai Mubai agreed immediately, but his expression instantly turned ugly. He frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. He was very resistant to Tang San's behavior of touching his head.
After all, he had always considered himself the boss of the Shrek Seven Devils, and he held his own dignity. But he knew full well that Tang San, now a Sea God, was far more powerful than he was, and that he was no match for him. This enormous disparity in strength forced him to suppress his displeasure deep in his heart, not daring to show it.
Tang San smiled slightly at this time, slowly put down his hand, his eyes still fixed on Dai Mubai, and said: "Also, Mubai, you should call me Third Brother from now on. You can't call me Little San..."
"What?" Dai Mubai's expression changed instantly. He stared wide-eyed at Tang San's gloomy and somewhat evil gaze. Anger welled up in his heart. They had studied and fought together at Shrek Academy, and had a deep friendship between them, even calling each other by name.
But now that Tang San had asked for this, he felt offended. Yet, intimidated by Tang San's immense strength, he dared not explode. He clenched his teeth, his lips turning slightly pale from exertion, and said, "Xiao San, do you remember what you used to call me? You always called me Dai Boss, but ever since you surpassed me in strength, you haven't called me that anymore. Have you forgotten that I'm the boss of the Shrek Seven Devils..."
Tang San smiled faintly, with a hint of disdain in his smile. He stretched out his hand again and gently patted Dai Mubai's face. The action seemed casual, but it seemed to carry a condescending scrutiny.
He said slowly, "Xiaobai, I think you're being ungrateful. If it weren't for my immortal herbs, would you have achieved what you have today? At the Spirit Master Competition eight years ago, if it weren't for me, Tang San's Bat Wing Samsara, would you have been able to defeat the Spirit Hall team? And on this trip to Sea God Island, if it weren't for me, Tang San, you probably wouldn't have even made it past the first level, right? Now, do you still think you're Boss Dai?"
Tang San's words were like sharp blades, piercing the heart. As he spoke, he looked directly into Dai Mubai's eyes, his eyes filled with confidence and pride, as if declaring his absolute dominance to Dai Mubai.
Hearing Tang San's words, Dai Mubai felt a pang of pain in his heart. He felt that Tang San's words were indeed a bit too much, and the friendship they once had seemed to be ruthlessly trampled upon in this moment. But he calmed down and thought carefully, and realized that what Tang San said was indeed true. Over the years, Tang San had indeed played a crucial role in the team. Without him, the Shrek Seven Devils might not have made it this far.
Helplessly, he could only grit his teeth and nodded, saying in a low voice: "Yes, Third Brother, I was wrong, I'll go now..."
When Dai Mubai spoke, he lowered his head slightly, not daring to look directly into Tang San's eyes. He looked like a tamed beast, full of unwillingness and helplessness.
After saying this, Dai Mubai, suppressing his frustration, walked past Tang San. His steps were slightly heavy, and each step seemed to vent his inner dissatisfaction. He slightly tilted his head, trying to avoid eye contact with Tang San, fearing that if he looked at him any longer, he would burst into anger.
Tang San smiled faintly, looking at Dai Mubai's back, a hint of pride in his eyes. Then, he walked directly into the tent. His steps were light and confident, and each step carried the aura of control over the situation. The moonlight cast a long shadow on him, as if he was the master of the darkness.
At this time, Dai Mubai suddenly stopped, turned around, and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Third brother, do you have something to do with Zhuqing?" As Dai Mubai spoke, he frowned slightly, and a hint of worry revealed in his eyes.