Bibi Dong had already inherited the Rakshasa Godhead.
For the past twenty years, she had been gradually receiving the Rakshasa God's inheritance, and now, it was finally complete.
The Rakshasa God's divine power flowed through her body, bringing her unprecedented strength and confidence.
Whenever she felt that power, she thought of the person who had defeated her—Feng Xiaotian.
That previous defeat had dealt her a crushing blow.
Not only had she been defeated by Feng Xiaotian, but more importantly, her plan to destroy Spirit Hall had been ruined.
Yu Xiaogang, the man she loved most, had also died because of Feng Xiaotian.
All of this had been caused by Feng Xiaotian.
She had been waiting for an opportunity to take revenge on him.
Today, it had finally come.
"Feng Xiaotian, you ruined my plans and destroyed the person I loved most. Today is the day you die!"
Bibi Dong's sharp, crazed laughter echoed through the air, as though she wanted to unleash all her fury and hatred at once.
Yet Feng Xiaotian remained exceptionally calm in the face of Bibi Dong's provocation.
He knew full well that Bibi Dong had inherited the Rakshasa Godhead, but he was not afraid.
"Bibi Dong, you are already my defeated opponent. So what if you have become a god? In the name of a god, I will defeat you again!"
"You're at death's door and still talking big? Do you think the Rakshasa God is so easy to deal with?"
Bibi Dong did not take Feng Xiaotian's words seriously.
She sneered, and her eyes instantly turned emerald green. An eerie atmosphere spread through the air.
Within that emerald green was a layer of web-like blackness, making one's heart tremble at the sight.
A massive purple-black scythe suddenly appeared in her hand. It instantly fused