Sealing the Rakshasa God's Divine Sense

Yu Xiaogang had yet to react. Amid the increasingly loud pointing and gossip from the surrounding Soul Masters, his face flushed red. He shoved through the crowd and vanished in the blink of an eye.

[Wu Xian: I'll go take a look. You guys keep browsing.]

As he said this in the Chat Group, Wu Xian exchanged a glance with Bibi Dong and quietly followed behind Yu Xiaogang.

After running for some distance and reaching a secluded alley, Yu Xiaogang finally stopped.

He punched the wall. The next moment, he clutched his profusely bleeding hand, his face twisted in pain.

His twisted expression turned vicious as he muttered curses under his breath.

"Damn commoners. Their talent is only a little better than mine, yet they dare mock me. If I hadn't awakened a Martial Soul like Rakshasa Cannon, how could I still be unable to break through level twenty-nine?"

In his fury, he glanced at a little dog beside him that was watching him curiously.

Anger surging in his heart, he suddenly kicked it, sending the unsuspecting dog flying.

After venting some of his resentment, he felt a little better.

He then reached for his chest again. A moment later, he took out a dark crimson stone covered in what looked like veins.

Rubbing the stone in his hand, he raised his arm, intending to smash it against the ground.

His hand, gripping the stone, was raised high, yet it never came down. His expression changed rapidly before he finally lowered his hand after a while.

"A wise choice."

A bewitching voice that lured people into corruption rang out.

Yu Xiaogang's body trembled. Then he growled in a low voice, "Didn't you say that as long as I brought you to Martial Soul Hall, you would help me win the Martial Soul Hall Saintess's heart?"

Black mist seeped out from the stone. It gathered before Yu Xiaogang and eventually formed a graceful Dark Silhouette.

The silhouette could only vaguely be identified as a woman; nothing else could be seen.

However, the strange aura she emitted made it clear that she was the Rakshasa God.

Looking at the Rakshasa God before him, Yu Xiaogang's legs went weak.

He had stumbled upon this stone by accident. It seemed to contain some powerful existence.

He had made an agreement with the being within the stone: he would bring the stone into Martial Soul Hall, and it would help him win the Saintess's heart.

He had originally thought that the being within the stone could not leave it and needed his help.

But now, it seemed things had slipped out of his control. The being inside the stone could actually emerge from it.

Didn't that make his belief that he could control the stone a complete joke?

Seeing Yu Xiaogang in such a pathetic state, a trace of disdain flashed through the Rakshasa God's eyes.

But only someone like him could make the Martial Soul Hall Saintess fall completely.

She chuckled softly. "I didn't expect the Martial Soul Hall Saintess to be protected by the Angel God. But it doesn't matter. She may have blocked the first attempt, but she may not be able to stop the second."

"As long as you spend more time around her, I naturally have a way to make her fall in love with you."

"But she already has someone by her side, and he's a level fifty-one Soul King."

"So what? Don't you want to hold your head high?"

Hearing the grand promises spun by the silhouette and thinking of his earth-shattering wisdom that the world had always misunderstood, Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth. "Fine. I'll try again."

The Rakshasa God sighed in relief.

She had finally fooled this idiot. If the Angel God had not just severed part of her power, she would never have shown herself personally to deceive Yu Xiaogang.

A mere ant in his twenties could have been controlled with ease.

In her view, there were only a few powers on Douluo Star capable of erasing part of her Divine Sense.

The Asura God was far away in the City of Slaughter, the Sea God was on Sea God Island, and within Martial Soul Hall, only the Angel God could purge her power.

As for whether other gods might discover her, the Rakshasa God was not worried in the slightest.

What Yu Xiaogang held was the Rakshasa Heart, the inheritance item of the Rakshasa God.

She was merely choosing an inheritor through an inheritance item. It was a legitimate and proper inheritance of a divine position.

Even if the five God Kings of the God Realm were here, they would not be able to find any fault with it.

"Remember, spend more time around the Martial Soul Hall Saintess."

With that, the Rakshasa God returned to the Rakshasa Heart.

Part of her Divine Sense had just been severed, leaving her somewhat weakened. If not for stabilizing Yu Xiaogang, she would never have wasted her precious recovery time.

Reassured by the Rakshasa God, Yu Xiaogang's heart settled completely.

Once he won over the Saintess, he would settle the score with that boy named Wu Xian.

Just as he was about to leave, he turned around and saw the young man who had mocked him standing behind him.

Strangely, for an instant, Yu Xiaogang seemed to see numerous figures reflected in the young man's eyes.

That was indeed the case. At that moment, the women in the group were watching Yu Xiaogang and the Rakshasa God's conspiracy from start to finish through the Chat Group's livestream function.

[Bibi Dong: Wu Xian, how about we stop here? That's a god. We can't deal with her right now.]

[Liu Erlong: That's right. We have the Chat Group; there's no need to fight her head-on. Once we become gods, we'll settle the score with her.]

The others chimed in as well. In their eyes, this was a god—a god far beyond a Titled Douluo.

They normally did not even encounter many Titled Douluo, let alone gods who stood high above them and existed only in records.

The moment they heard of a god, their first instinct was to avoid her edge.

Although they had seen quite a few divine thrones in the Chat Group, they had yet to obtain them.

[Wu Xian: What a joke. Avoid her edge? Just wait and see how I deal with her.]

Seeing that something was off in Wu Xian's eyes, Yu Xiaogang shuddered and retreated several steps.

"Y-you, what are you trying to do? I'm telling you, I am the Young Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. If you dare touch me, my father—"

Before he could finish, Wu Xian flashed before him, snatched the Rakshasa Heart from his hand, and sent him flying with a punch.

Yu Xiaogang only felt a sharp pain in his abdomen before his entire body was launched into the air. After crashing into the wall, he peacefully fell asleep.

The moment he obtained the Rakshasa Heart, a voice suddenly rang out. "Young man..."

"What the hell are you babbling about? I can't understand you."

Wu Xian ignored the Rakshasa God's temptation. He directly exchanged for Destruction's faith idol and pressed the Rakshasa Heart against it.

This nearly made the Rakshasa God's Divine Sense curse aloud. Where had this freak come from? Using this method to stop her from speaking?

Fine, fine, just wait. Once I break free, I'll make you pay.

The Rakshasa God immediately withdrew her Divine Sense and tucked her head in like a turtle.

There was no helping it. While no one could fault her for choosing a Divine Throne Inheritor, there was plenty to criticize about the way she went about it.

It would have been fine if she ran into an easygoing God King, but if she encountered someone like Destruction, who loved quoting rules and regulations, she had better stay as far away as possible.

Not to mention that her relationships in the God Realm were hardly good. Quite a few gods wanted to cause her trouble.

Take the Asura God, for example. She had secretly tampered with the Asura God's Divine Throne inheritance. It was only a matter of time before he discovered it.

That was also why she had been doing everything possible to pass on her divine throne. She had offended too many people; if she did not flee soon, disaster would befall her.

Yet she had never expected a mere mortal to ruin it. How hateful.