Douluo: Return of the Killing Star, Starting by Settling Scores with Bibi Dong

"Testify? You..." The guard looked at Qian Xun'an in utter shock.

Qian Xun'an said coldly, "Bibi Dong murdered the Pope. I want you to testify. I am going to judge Bibi Dong!"

At that moment, the man was stunned, unable to believe what he was hearing.

Qian Xun'an immediately prepared to take the guard away from there. He took out a ring, a treasure he had obtained from that other world.

The ring suddenly emitted a beam of light, and a room appeared before the man.

Qian Xun'an looked at the man calmly and said, "It would be a waste of time to take you back with me. Go inside; there is plenty of food, enough to keep you alive for a year or so.

Get in!"

The man looked at Qian Xun'an, not daring to defy his command, and immediately walked into the room.

Then, with a flash of white light, the room instantly vanished from before Qian Xun'an, turning back into the ring.

Qian Xun'an put the ring away and prepared to leave.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Qian Xun'an saw the Asura Demon Sword. This Asura Demon Sword was a fine item; even he had felt a slight tremor in his heart when he first saw it.

This meant the Asura Demon Sword was definitely something extraordinary.

Qian Xun'an walked toward the Asura Demon Sword and reached out to pick it up. The moment his hand grasped the hilt, a terrifying aura instantly surged toward him.

A rift appeared before him, carrying a terrifying suction force that lunged at Qian Xun'an.

Qian Xun'an's expression shifted slightly as he retreated quickly, but it was too late. The rift seemed to have locked onto him, heading straight for him; he could not dodge it at all.

Qian Xun'an was instantly pulled into a strange space.

God Realm.

God Realm.

In a long pavilion, a deity stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the sea of clouds below.

He wore pitch-black armor, tall and fierce, exuding an oppressive force that could not be ignored. His body was encased in armor engraved with intricate and terrifying patterns, giving off an ancient and evil feeling. The surface of the armor shimmered with a cold light, as if it contained endless power of slaughter.

He wore a black helmet that obscured his face, revealing only two cold, ruthless eyes that betrayed a sharp, piercing murderous intent. A blood-red gemstone was embedded in his helmet, flickering with an eerie light like a burning flame.

Behind him were a pair of massive black wings; when spread, they resembled the wings of a demon, leaving one with a sense of inescapable doom. These giant wings shimmered with dark light, emitting an endless aura of evil as if they could swallow the world whole.

At this moment, another god approached from behind the deity.

It was a woman. There was a row of barbs on her arms, and upon closer inspection, the outline of barbs could also be seen on her legs.

Her legs were not the fair, smooth skin of an ordinary woman, but were covered in various scars, some looking like worms embedded in her flesh, appearing very evil and twisted.

Her cheeks were also mottled, her entire face appearing as if covered in layers of wrinkled tree bark.

Her nose was sharp, her eyes deep, and her pupils were blood-red, looking extremely demonic.

Her face was full of cold and cruel smiles as she looked at the deity and spoke slowly, "Asura, you must have sensed it, that powerful aura in the mortal world."

The god with his hands behind his back was Asura God. Asura God turned his head and looked at the deity, saying, "Rakshasa, you have come."

Rakshasa God smiled at the corners of her mouth, looking at Asura God as she spoke calmly, "What, do you want to choose that person to inherit your godhood?"

Asura God replied calmly, "Are you trying to stir up trouble again?"

Rakshasa God laughed immediately, looking at Asura God and saying, "Of course. Asura, although you are a God King now and I am no match for you, the struggle between us will never end.

You are the god in charge of slaughter, and I am the god in charge of evil thoughts. I just want to see what happens to your successor after he is eroded by my evil thoughts!"

Asura God's gaze was cold as he looked at Rakshasa God and said, "Rakshasa, I do not wish to fight you. Besides, haven't you already chosen a successor?"

"You can choose many successors, so why can't I?" Rakshasa God immediately scoffed.

Rakshasa God looked at Asura God and continued, "Besides, isn't it up to him to choose which godhood he inherits? I want to see whether he chooses to inherit your slaughter or my evil thoughts!"

Qian Xun'an arrived in that strange space. At this moment, he discovered that the space contained a very archaic palace.

There was nothing in this palace except for two artifacts.

On one side sat the Asura Demon Sword; Qian Xun'an noticed that the sword in his hand had vanished and was now embedded in the side of the palace.

On the other side sat a Death Demon Scythe, which emitted a cold aura. Its blade was as dark as ink, shimmering with a chilling light. The blade was covered in various strange runes, each one seeming to hide endless death energy.

A snake-like pattern was coiled around the handle, writhing as if it were a living creature. Every detail of the pattern was lifelike, giving a realistic impression. The material of the handle seemed to be made of an indescribable black metal, emitting an eerie luster.

A thick black mist permeated the area around the Death Demon Scythe. This black mist seemed to be a part of hell, exuding a foul and evil stench. Every wisp of black mist was like a dark tentacle, attempting to swallow everything in its vicinity.

Qian Xun'an looked at these two artifacts calmly, then sneered, "Is this trying to make me choose?"

The next moment, a dark aura instantly permeated from the Death Demon Scythe, and wisps of black mist transformed into a terrifying figure.

It was a terrifying woman. Endless evil thoughts condensed on her body, and tentacles gradually turned from illusory to solid, eventually becoming tangible.

The woman formed from condensed evil thoughts exuded a terrifying and sinister aura. Her face was twisted with ferocity, and those tentacles were filled with destructive power.

The woman had a slender figure with long, jet-black hair draped down.

Her face was beautiful, even perfect. However, her eyes were chilling.

They were a pair of eyes filled with negative emotions such as madness, resentment, and anger.

"Heh heh heh... not bad at all!" Immediately, the woman looked at Qian Xun'an and spoke.

Qian Xun'an gazed at the woman with cold indifference and asked calmly, "Who are you?"

"A human... heh heh heh... I am no human; I am a god!" The woman looked at Qian Xun'an and said haughtily.

"A god?" Since childhood, Qian Xun'an had heard that the ancestor of their Wuhun Hall had become the Angel God and ascended to the God Realm.

His father, Qian Daoliu, also strictly adhered to the rules left behind by the Angel God, always upholding justice and tolerance.

However, Qian Xun'an did not hold much reverence for the concept of gods; to him, a so-called god was merely a person who had reached a higher realm than them.

"A god? What kind of god are you?" Qian Xun'an asked, looking at the woman.

The God of Rakshasa chuckled, "I am the God of Rakshasa, who governs the evil thoughts of this world. I can sense a very wicked aura within you; that must be your second martial soul.

It is just unexpected that the incomparably holy Angel martial soul could also harbor the power of darkness."

Qian Xun'an looked at the God of Rakshasa with a detached gaze, seemingly uninterested in her, and said, "If you have something to say, just say it!"

The God of Rakshasa smiled at the corners of her mouth and looked at Qian Xun'an, saying, "I am quite fond of you. Do you wish to inherit my position as the God of Rakshasa?"

Just as Qian Xun'an was about to refuse, an aura suddenly erupted from the Asura Demon Sword, soaring into the sky.

The next moment, a phantom appeared above the Asura Demon Sword; it was a man. His handsome features carried a hint of weariness.

It was none other than the Asura God, though he was now clad in armor, exuding a pressure like a monarch ruling over the world.

The Asura God spoke, "You have another choice. I also favor you; you may choose to pass my trials and inherit my godhood."

Qian Xun'an turned his head to look at the Asura God and asked calmly, "And who are you?"

The Asura God looked at Qian Xun'an with icy eyes and frowned slightly; he had not expected Qian Xun'an to be so rude.

He immediately replied, "I am one of the God Kings of the God Realm, the Asura God!"

Qian Xun'an looked at the Asura God without a hint of excitement and said, "Sorry, I've never heard of you!"

As these words fell, the Asura God's brow furrowed even deeper. As a God King, he was respected by all gods even in the God Realm, yet now, this mortal before him dared to show him disrespect.

"It does not matter if you have not heard of me. I will give you one chance: as long as you pass the trials of the Asura God, I will allow you to inherit my godhood," the Asura God continued.

The God of Rakshasa immediately interjected, "I believe you should choose me. He governs slaughter, while I govern the evil thoughts of the world. Tell me, do you think there is more evil in this world, or more slaughter?"

Qian Xun'an looked at the two gods and asked, "I wonder, what exactly do these so-called trials entail?"

The God of Rakshasa spoke first, "My god trials are very simple; there are nine in total."

The next moment, a stream of information flooded into Qian Xun'an's mind, and he immediately saw the contents of the Rakshasa God Trial.

First Trial: Devour the Angel.

Second Trial: Reach the level of Limit Douluo.

Third Trial: Collect a full set of Spirit Bones and absorb sufficient death energy.

Fourth Trial: Devour spirit masters, absorbing a vast amount of spirit power, resentment, and death energy to begin manifesting a divine aura.

Fifth Trial: Allow evil energy to enter the body and absorb the Rakshasa evil energy for 200 days.

Sixth Trial: Death and resurrection; have the physical body completely destroyed, then use the power of the Rakshasa God to restore it, allowing for the total absorption of a portion of divine power.

Seventh Trial: Achieve the status of a dual-martial soul, dual-title Douluo.

Eighth Trial: Obtain the Heart of Rakshasa.

Ninth Trial: Rakshasa inheritance.

Qian Xun'an looked at these nine trials, and upon seeing the first one, he immediately realized something.

He remembered the guard saying that in the secret chamber, Bibi Dong seemed to be devouring his eldest brother's spirit power. Could it be that Bibi Dong had also been chosen as an inheritor by the God of Rakshasa, and his eldest brother had been devoured by her?

Qian Xun'an continued to look at the other items; these contents were very similar to the situation between himself and Bibi Dong.

For instance, having twin martial souls and possessing a full set of Spirit Bones were commonalities between himself and Bibi Dong.