Inside the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong's face was grim, radiating a repressed aura; she was clearly in a terrible mood.
The defeat she had suffered at the hands of Qian Renshang and the others hung like a dark cloud over her.
When Bibi Dong noticed that the person who had arrived was Qian Renxue, her previously gloomy face unconsciously brightened slightly.
In that instant, a sliver of maternal instinct within her was stirred, and she naively believed that Qian Renxue had come to care for her—after all, she was Qian Renxue's mother.
However, the next moment, without even a word of greeting, Qian Renxue stepped forward, her tone accusatory:
"What exactly is going on with Qian Renshang?
Has he also become a god?"
This sudden question was like a sharp blade, instantly shattering Bibi Dong's fleeting, beautiful illusion.
Her face instantly turned extremely ugly.
The glimmer of warmth that had just ignited vanished without a trace, replaced by endless anger and disappointment.
Bibi Dong's eyes widened in fury as she stared intently at Qian Renxue, gritting her teeth as she said,
"Qian Renxue! You only care about whether he has become a god?
I have just experienced a fierce battle and returned in a sorry state.
As my daughter, you haven't uttered a single word of concern, and your first question is about him!"
Qian Renxue, however, did not back down because of Bibi Dong's anger.
She looked directly into Bibi Dong's eyes and said without showing any weakness,
"Mother, Qian Renshang has now become our greatest threat. I only want to know the details of his strength so that I can better deal with him. Is that wrong?"
Bibi Dong snorted coldly, turned her head away, her chest heaving violently, as if she was trying her best to suppress the anger in her heart:
"Hmph, how would I know if he's become a god!
He teamed up with those soul beasts, and although I didn't fight him one-on-one, his strength is indeed vastly different now.
Even I almost lost to them."
Qian Renxue frowned, pondered for a moment, and then pressed on, "During your fight with him, did you sense any divine aura on him?"
Bibi Dong glared at Qian Renxue impatiently and said irritably,
"The scene was chaotic at the time; I had no time to discern details!
I only know that his power was beyond imagination.
If you want to know, go ask him yourself!"
Qian Renxue frowned slightly, her worry for Qian Renshang growing stronger.
But she knew that she probably wouldn't get any more useful information from Bibi Dong.
"I understand, Mother. I've disturbed you." Qian Renxue finished speaking and turned to leave.
Watching Qian Renxue's departing figure, Bibi Dong felt a complex mix of emotions—anger, disappointment, and helplessness.
She angrily flung her sleeve and muttered a curse under her breath:
"These two wretches, one day I'll make you both submit to me!"
Watching Qian Renxue's retreating figure, Bibi Dong took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent emotions within her.
She knew that anger was useless now; Qian Renshang's growth rate had already exceeded her expectations, a powerful threat that she couldn't ignore.
Bibi Dong slowly sat back on the Pope's throne, her eyes gradually becoming cold and resolute.
She recalled the battles with Qian Renshang and the others; those scenes ignited a raging fire in her heart while also giving her a clearer understanding of her own strength.
She knew all too well that although she had become a Rakshasa God, the process of becoming a god had been too hasty, and she had not yet fully mastered and integrated many of the Rakshasa God's powers, nor could she use them at will.
It was like a peerless divine weapon; though she had acquired it, she had not yet fully unleashed its true power.
"Hmph, Qian Renshang, you can be smug for a while.
Once I have completely mastered all the Rakshasa God's powers, that will be your end!"
Bibi Dong muttered to herself, her tone filled with chilling killing intent.
(End of Chapter)
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