"Little Dong'er!"
A sinister female laugh suddenly echoed through the room. A purple-black mist swept over the surroundings, and the scene within the room instantly began to change.
Bibi Dong came to Su Wen and gently took his hand.
The two of them were taken into the Rakshasa Secret Realm.
Bibi Dong watched as Rakshasa appeared, then parted her red lips. "Rakshasa!"
"Bibi Dong, this is certainly interesting. You'd go this far for your disciple. But if you think you can defeat me, you're still far, far too weak! Hahaha..."
Rakshasa sat on her throne, legs crossed slightly, gazing down at the two of them.
"Su Wen, it seems you've made up your mind."
"Excellent. I'm very pleased, hahaha!"
"Then let's begin. Sacrifice that Angel to me, and you'll receive my Nine Trials of Rakshasa. One day, you'll inherit my Rakshasa Godhood and become the God of Rakshasa!"
Could I refuse?
Su Wen really wanted to say, Who the hell wants your Nine Trials? If you'd at least offer some kind of reward, I might feel a little motivated.
But there wasn't a damn thing.
"Kill her. I want you to eat her—her heart!"
Rakshasa pointed at Qian Xi'er, who lay unconscious on the ground. Her face betrayed undisguised killing intent toward the Angel Martial Soul.
Bibi Dong frowned. This wasn't a trial or a sacrifice at all. It was simply Rakshasa indulging in her own twisted amusement.
Su Wen understood, too.
Rakshasa wanted to toy with him.
That damned woman.
Just then, a white beam of light descended into the Rakshasa Secret Realm.
It fell upon Su Wen, and before Bibi Dong could react, the beam carried him away.
Shock filled Rakshasa's eyes. Then her expression darkened.
When Su Wen opened his eyes, he found himself in a vast,