At this moment, Rakshasa God's palms were oozing dense malice; she was rattled.
And because she couldn't figure out what was happening, she became all the more certain she couldn't afford to lose.
Even if it meant wagering tens of thousands of years of divine force, she was willing.
After all, within the Douluo God Realm her greatest rivals were Asura God and Angel God; if she couldn't handle the little girl in front of her, it would be utter disgrace.
With that thought, Rakshasa God chose to corrupt herself, exploiting her home-field advantage to over-amplify her power.
She was endlessly absorbing the grievous ghosts of the entire Rakshasa Realm, gathering them inside her body without filtering a single impurity.
As a result, her face looked sulfur-burned, darkened veins forming dense black patterns across her skin.
"Your divine force just spiked more than tenfold; you're taking me that seriously?"
Qian Renxue said smugly; she was clearly pleased with her current strength.
To have driven Rakshasa God to this extent, the newly ascended Angel God was truly extraordinary.
"Hmph—again! Rakshasa Dagger!"
Rakshasa God launched her assault, carrying boundless malice stacked with primordial divine force.
Qian Renxue arrogantly parried head-on with her sword; the clash of light and darkness formed a colossal pillar that shot sky-high.
The entire Rakshasa God Realm lurched and overturned, shaking the rest of the Douluo God Realm.
As the first generation of Primal Divinities in the Douluo God Realm, they had signed a pact of order, each ruling their own sphere.
But that balance was now shattered; gods too long comfortable jolted awake.
Primal Angel God had been hosting a tea party, chatting and laughing with the so-called kind and sincere ordinary angels.
Boom!
Part of a pristine cloud-palace was struck by the light pillar, half its roof scorched, a foul aura spreading.
Within Angel God Realm the slightest taint was forbidden; panic erupted instantly.
"What is Rakshasa doing? We allowed him his own domain, and this is how he repays us?"
Primal Angel God was furious; suddenly not eradicating Rakshasa God long ago felt like a fatal mistake.
"Great Celestial, with Rakshasa's power alone he can't breach the junction of our five realms—could someone else be involved?"
Among the ordinary angels a sharp attendant saw through the point.
Yet that was exactly what Primal Angel God didn't want to confront, for it stirred unpleasant memories.
Yesterday, when Qian Renxue deified, she had forcibly broken the Angel God legacy's rules—she had forged her own God Position and become a Dao-system Divinity.
Primal Angel God still brooded over it; if this incident also involved her, where would her own prestige go?
Clang!
In another realm, Asura God was raising his cup when the light pillar flashed past mere meters away; his goblet crashed to the floor.
"Such potent divine force—who's Rakshasa fighting?"
A flicker of surprise crossed Asura God's eyes; after eons of boredom, something finally intrigued him.
He certainly wouldn't intervene—gods had boundaries—but excitement still overtook him.
He strolled to the junction of the five realms to observe clearly.
There he saw half of Rakshasa God's body shrouded in thick black malice, the Rakshasa Dagger now jagged with several irregular serrations.
A renowned divine weapon damaged so badly—proof enough of the Angelic Sacred Sword's might.
Chu Feng had never told Qian Renxue it was a +20 enhanced weapon, its damage far beyond her current divine level.
"Still want to continue? I'd say you're about done."
Qian Renxue brimmed with confidence; her grasp of Angel God's essence was superb.
She increasingly felt Chu Feng's insight was truth: cultivating through Dao far surpassed ordinary spirit power.
"It's not over; the kill is still up for grabs."
Rakshasa God clenched her teeth; with a casual sweep of perception she sensed other gods watching.
Back then several Divinities formed the God Realm Committee, each founding a realm with a shared junction—never expecting the girl before her could wreck it.
Now she had no retreat; as a god, retreat was unthinkable.
She tore the nine skull-capped tendrils from her shoulder and swallowed them.
Bright divine blood gushed hotly down her shoulder, her eyes black with red glints.
"Rakshasa Extremis: Hundred Ghosts Follow, Thousand Ghosts Call, Myriad Ghosts Rise!"
Rakshasa God's divine skill finally debuted, though the patterns on her face were rotting into sludge.
Such was Rakshasa's price: a fiend; godhood granted identity and power, yet no glory or splendor.
The technique turned every ghost in the Rakshasa Realm into vine-like miasma that shot skyward to entangle the target until she suffocated.
Seeing this, Qian Renxue revealed her Angel True Form, expanding dozens of times, wings fully unfurled to disperse thousands of ghosts at once.
But Rakshasa God's foundation outranked Qian Renxue's; her attack power kept rising through the fight.
Bibi Dong braced an arm across her chest; barely a trickle of spirit power remained, yet she held on.
No matter how outstanding Qian Renxue performed, Bibi Dong still knew she was slightly short of a true god.
Chu Feng simply stroked his chin, utterly unruffled.
While appreciating the battle, he wasn't slacking—he was waiting for the right opening.
Chu Feng asked again, "Worried about Qian Renxue? Relax, she'll be fine—so, have you thought it over?"
"Qian Renxue calls you 'senior,' but that's not your real relationship, is it? Otherwise you wouldn't be so familiar with me."
Bibi Dong was still probing Chu Feng, though her guess was pretty close.
"If Xiao Xue is my beloved, what do you think my status is?" Chu Feng teased cryptically.
"Hmm? You and her…?" Bibi Dong was momentarily lost.
"We'll talk later; our chat's on hold—trouble's coming."
Chu Feng glanced toward an indistinct white glow on the horizon, sensing something amiss.
By Rakshasa God's calculation, going all-out should have suppressed Qian Renxue.
Yet someone beat her to a lethal strike: a multicolored comet streaked across the sky, suddenly unfurling like a fishing net.
It slammed into Qian Renxue; upon touching her twelve wings it exploded, its pressure far exceeding Angel God force and erupting in blazing fire.
"Old Angel God—who asked you to butt in?"
Rakshasa God resented the interference, but even as she rebuked it the realm junction shut down.
Qian Renxue crashed to the ground, toppling buildings; the treacherous sneak attack had caught her off guard.
Rakshasa God, utterly shameless, saw the chance and moved to yank out the thorn in her side.
"Pity—though it's an ignoble win, you still have to die."
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