The Rakshasa God Devoured, Bibi Dong Perishes
"Oh? Who's speaking?"
"Hehehe..."
Laughter came from every direction.
Purple-black mist poured out of the statue, gathering into a spectral figure before Feng Xiu.
It was a miniature eight-armed Rakshasa, the Rakshasa Divine Sense itself.
"You are very gifted."
The Rakshasa Divine Sense looked Feng Xiu up and down, greed gleaming in its eyes.
"I can sense the potential within you. Accept my inheritance, and you will gain supreme power and become a god who stands above all living beings."
The corners of Feng Xiu's lips lifted slightly.
"Really?"
"Of course."
The Rakshasa Divine Sense spread its arms.
"Kneel and accept my inheritance, and you will become my successor!"
Before it could finish speaking, the Rakshasa God suddenly stopped.
Feng Xiu raised his head and slowly walked toward it.
His young face was full of mockery.
"Enough of this act."
Feng Xiu spoke softly.
The next instant!
A purple rift in the void appeared behind him!
The Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon poked its head out, filling the entire underground cavern!
It looked down at the purple-black figure below, neither sorrow nor joy in its eyes, only the indifference of one who stood above all things.
The greed on the Rakshasa Divine Sense's face froze in an instant, replaced by utter terror.
"What?!"
"You! You are!!!"
It tried to flee.
But unfortunately, it was too late.
Feng Xiu reached out across the distance.
His hand passed through the purple-black mist and clamped directly around its neck.
More precisely, he seized the core of its divine sense.
The Rakshasa Divine Sense struggled desperately, only to find its power suppressed before him, reduced to the level of an ant.
What terrified it even more was that it could sense that the man before it wanted to eat it!
"Don't... don't kill me..."
The Rakshasa Divine Sense's voice had changed completely; none of its earlier seductive persuasiveness or lofty arrogance remained.
Feng Xiu looked at it, his expression indifferent.
"Spare you? So I can let you groom that woman Bibi Dong to kill this emperor?"
The moment the words left his mouth, the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon opened its enormous jaws and swallowed the Rakshasa Divine Sense whole.
"Ah!!!"
The Rakshasa Divine Sense let out a heart-rending wail.
Feng Xiu stood to the side, watching it all with cold eyes.
The Rakshasa Divine Sense's power was being devoured bit by bit by the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon.
Some of the devoured power turned into streams of pure energy that flowed back into Feng Xiu's body.
Unfortunately, the Rakshasa God himself had long since departed.
Only a little divinity could be condensed.
Meanwhile, outside Heaven Dou City.
Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo had just arrived at Heaven Dou City.
She had come to deal with matters concerning the founding of a nation.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had been destroyed, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had been destroyed.
The Heaven Dou Imperial Family had also announced its abdication.
Next, it was time for Spirit Hall to establish itself as a nation.
However, the moment she stepped through the gates of Heaven Dou City-
"Pfft-!"
Bibi Dong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered, nearly falling.
"Your Holiness!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo turned pale with shock and hurried forward to support her.
Bibi Dong's face was as pale as paper, her eyes filled with incredulous fury and pain.
She could clearly feel that the connection between herself and the Rakshasa God Inheritance was being forcibly severed by a terrifying power!
It was the inheritance she had obtained only after pouring countless efforts into it and enduring endless pain!
And now, someone was destroying it!
"Who..."
Bibi Dong's voice was hoarse and vicious, and her eyes were bloodshot.
"Who destroyed my Rakshasa God Inheritance!!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, each seeing deep fear in the other's eyes.
For that person to make His Holiness the Pope lose her composure so badly, their strength was likely far beyond anything they could imagine.
"Your Holiness, you..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo ventured carefully.
"Back to Spirit City!" Bibi Dong abruptly raised her head, killing intent surging in her eyes.
"Immediately! Now!"
"I want to know who exactly dared to touch what belongs to me!"
Her voice echoed in the night wind, laden with endless malice and rage.
Meanwhile, in the underground cavern in the mountains behind Spirit City, Feng Xiu continued to condense divine power with the help of that small amount of divinity.
Three days later.
Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong rushed back to Spirit Hall with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
Without looking back, Bibi Dong headed straight for her residence.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance and ultimately decided to follow her.
Before long,
The three arrived at Bibi Dong's residence.
Just then, the door opened.
The person who came out was none other than Feng Xiu.
At the sight of Bibi Dong and the other two,
Feng Xiu showed no surprise at all. Instead, he greeted them casually.
"So it's you."
"D-Demon God Emperor?!!" Ghost Douluo stared in disbelief.
Cold sweat immediately poured down Chrysanthemum Douluo's face, and his legs went weak, nearly sending him to his knees.
The last time, he and Old Ghost had been severely injured by Feng Xiu for several months.
They had spent a vast amount of resources to recover from their injuries.
Ghost Douluo's face went deathly pale with fright, his lips trembling as he struggled for a long time without getting a single word out.
Bibi Dong, however, showed no sign of fear.
She glared fixedly at Feng Xiu, her chest heaving as she roared through clenched teeth.
"Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu! It was you?! You destroyed my divine inheritance!"
Faced with Bibi Dong's towering rage, Feng Xiu's lips curled into a playful smile.
"So it was His Holiness the Pope's divine inheritance?"
Feng Xiu raised an eyebrow in feigned surprise, his tone full of mockery.
"This emperor truly had no idea."
"Stop playing dumb!"
Barely suppressing the fury that threatened to burn away her reason, Bibi Dong questioned him, her eyes crimson.
"That secret chamber was hidden extremely well! How exactly did you find that place?!"
Hearing this, Feng Xiu frowned slightly.
He gave a cold snort, and the Spiritual Power around him surged.
"Hmph!"
In an instant, he sent Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo flying.
"You-!!!"
Bibi Dong's vision went black.
"Does this emperor need to explain his actions to you?!"
Feng Xiu gave her a disdainful glance.
"Feng Xiu! I will tear you limb from limb!!"
Bibi Dong could no longer suppress the rage in her heart, and the terrifying pressure of a Level 98 Titled Douluo erupted.
The Martial Soul of the Death Spider Emperor flickered into view behind her, and dense poisonous mist instantly sealed off the surrounding space.
Yet Feng Xiu still paid no heed to this world-destroying pressure.
A mere Bibi Dong was incapable of stirring up any real waves in his eyes.
"Your Holiness, calm down, calm down!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo hurried to placate Bibi Dong.
They absolutely could not afford to anger this god of slaughter.
Feng Xiu chuckled and slowly raised his right hand.
The next second, an even more ancient, more domineering pressure descended with a roar!
"Buzz-"
The air froze solid at that moment.
The shadow of the Death Spider Emperor behind Bibi Dong shuddered violently, and its Martial Soul directly self-destructed under the pressure.
"Pfft!!"
Bibi Dong violently spat out a mouthful of blood.
Her eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.
"This... how is this possible?!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were equally dumbstruck, their scalps instantly tingling.
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