"Your Holiness the Pope is so irritable. Is it related to the Divine Throne you inherited?" Han Yu decided to lay his cards on the table.
The Rakshasa God was inherently skilled at bewitching people's hearts. Moreover, she had stolen the Asura God's inheritor back then. If not for the God Realm's rules, he would have killed her long ago.
Otherwise, why would the Asura God have Tang San kill Bibi Dong?
Wasn't it simply to use such means to avenge that old grievance?
It could be said that from the moment Bibi Dong inherited the Rakshasa God's legacy, her ending had already been decided.
"Heh, what does that have to do with you?" Bibi Dong slowly rose to her feet, clearly preparing to make a move.
Han Yu remained unhurried and continued, "Rakshasa God, you chose Bibi Dong only to shift the blame, didn't you? The Asura God's inheritor made a mistake during his eighth trial more than ten years ago because of you and was parasitized by a bat."
"If I hadn't gone to Slaughter City, I wouldn't have known some of these things. You passed your Divine Throne on to Bibi Dong. Aside from her talent and emotions making her suitable for your bewitchment, the biggest reason was that you feared the Asura God would come after you. So you threw away your Divine Throne and let someone else take the blame for you!"
Bibi Dong's expression turned somewhat blank upon hearing this.
She hurriedly asked in her mind, "Rakshasa, what exactly is going on?!"
The Rakshasa God was utterly shocked by Han Yu's speculation. There was no other reason—Han Yu was entirely correct.
"Bibi Dong, you are this one's inheritor. How could you be swayed by another's words!"
Bibi Dong thought about it and found that