Rakshasa God looked extremely self-satisfied, loftily certain that Bibi Dong would accept her proposal.
"Qian Xunji is different from Qian Renxue; I admit I don't like either of them."
Surrounded by Rakshasa aura, Bibi Dong seemed to open her heart more freely.
Bringing up this painful memory now did hurt, yet she actually felt lighter.
Back then, to possess Bibi Dong completely, Qian Xunji—claiming it was for Spirit Hall—forced himself on her inside a secret chamber of Spirit Hall.
Later she seized a chance for revenge, erased him, and after devouring His Angel Martial Soul triggered the Rakshasa God's Nine Trials.
The true cause and effect were nothing like what Rakshasa God saw; the latter simply assumed Bibi Dong harbored worldly ambition.
As the saying goes: decrepit gods only scold mortals' laments, never praise their songs.
Besides, Qian Renxue is Bibi Dong's daughter; from that alone Bibi Dong would never side with Rakshasa God.
"So you intend to refuse my terms? Then you'll probably die right here."
"Like all the evil ghosts here, forever cut off from life."
Rakshasa God's killing intent stirred; a single thought sent divine force rippling out.
Within the Rakshasa Temple countless grievances burst from the earth, becoming her greatest aid.
One casual strike now would spell certain death for Bibi Dong.
But it wouldn't be that simple.
Inside the Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land Chu Feng tore open the sky; lingering Rakshasa divine force was still abundant.
Through it he pinpointed the Rakshasa Temple's location, and soon rays of dawn-light flashed across.
"Angel God?"
The moment Rakshasa God sensed that all-too-familiar divine force, her whole body tensed.
In primordial times she had sworn undying enmity with Angel God; only the later division of realms kept the peace.
But hatred doesn't melt easily; when Angel Power cancels malice, Rakshasa's might weakens.
Thus Rakshasa God had always lacked both chance and pretext to crush Angel God completely.
"No… You carry Angel authority, yet there's an indescribable other power?"
Rakshasa God remained keenly sensitive; this was not her old foe.
Yet it was a battle she could not avoid—the fated clash of Rakshasa and Angel had begun.
Qian Renxue raised the Angelic Sacred Sword again, but this time she filled it to the brim with divine force.
The Rakshasa-shrouded darkness actually spawned rolling righteous aura that spread and burned the evil ghosts.
Simultaneously she fused into her body every piece of the two-hundred-thousand-year Spirit Bones she had gained upon godhood—bones she had never dared absorb before.
She hadn't been sure they were real; nothing of two hundred millennia had ever existed in the Douluo World.
But after journeying deep with Chu Feng, she knew it was time to step into an uncertain new future.
Boom!
Qian Renxue unleashed mighty Angel Power, swirling the chaotic dust nearby; dawn-light blades exploded through the air.
Heaven and earth in the Rakshasa God Realm flipped in an instant; the whole World seemed upside-down, divine force surging dully.
Bibi Dong nodded repeatedly at the magnificent sight, her heart racing.
She had always hoped Qian Renxue would achieve greatness—yet this surpassed her expectations.
That was the Angel God, the most awe-inspiring legend of Douluo Continent.
She watched even more intently now, growing ever more delighted.
She no longer hid her feelings; cast off her title of Supreme Pontiff, wasn't Qian Renxue the very person she should support most?
"Looks like your comprehension is excellent; worthy of His title—no need for my guidance, right?"
Chu Feng suddenly stood behind Bibi Dong; he saw in her expression that she was heading toward an ideal path.
A good omen—he had decided to bestow godhood upon her.
Meanwhile Qian Renxue and Rakshasa God were locked in fierce combat.
One sword of the Angel shook ten thousand meters of nether-earth, sand streaming in her wake.
One thought of Rakshasa sent hordes of ghosts biting forth, malice sprouting like barbed spears.
Boom—one clash tilted the Rakshasa sky, darkness slamming onto the nether-earth and cracking into ten thousand bolts of yin-lightning.
Roar upon roar under the howling heavens; the Angel struck several more swords.
Rakshasa turned ghost-like, flickering and leaving after-images, her divine force violently boiling.
"Little girl, quite capable—then taste my Rakshasa Dagger!"
Rakshasa extended her right hand; a forearm-length pitch-black object appeared in her palm.
Its full shape was veiled by dense bale-aura, but with a casual slash the air tore apart in dazzling violet lightning, revealing its razor edge.
Dagger against sword, sparks flying every strike; the flashes lit their faces, fierce intent compressed.
The two goddesses—radiant beauties—flickered bright and dark through heaven and earth, divine forces pressing against each other.
"Gods against gods—truly mighty. What did you mean just now?"
Bibi Dong exclaimed, questioning Chu Feng.
"I can help you ascend to godhood, just like your daughter."
Chu Feng voiced the plan he had set the moment he arrived in Douluo.
"You wish to be like Rakshasa? She offered me a choice: kill you two. So what do you propose?"
Bibi Dong's hostility was natural—who would trust a stranger outright?
Chu Feng continued: "I propose nothing; godhood depends on you, not me. Accept and I'll lift Rakshasa's Nine-Trial constraint, letting you walk an extraordinary alternative path to godhood."
"Hmph—Rakshasa schemed to ruin the Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land precisely because she can't sever karma between gods and mortals. You think you can?"
Bibi Dong's grasp truly was superb; she had already mapped the logic.
Chu Feng smiled: "So look at your daughter—Angel God striving to overturn her set fate. What about you?"
The counter-question sent Bibi Dong into thought; she wavered.
Yet the duel raged on: Qian Renxue spread Twelve Wings, their radiance blanketing half of Rakshasa World's darkness.
"Twelve Wings? Impossible! Douluo God Realm cannot hold Twelve Wings!"
Rakshasa God panicked, sighing in despair; her old foe the true Angel God had once tried to advance wing-number.
But the World's limits blocked breakthrough—unless one could leap beyond this realm and trace the Angel source.
How could Qian Renxue manage it? She was merely an accidental common child of Bibi Dong—what right had she?
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