Qian Ye VS Bibi Dong! Looking Down on Gods! Nothing More Than This!

This Rakshasa Demon Scythe could already be considered one of the best among them.

Yet, it was merely ranked sixth.

"What could possibly be ahead of it?"

Gu Yuena whispered to herself.

Subconsciously, she rubbed the plain, unadorned silver ring on her finger.

Her gaze became distant and complex.

He—he should have gone to the God Realm long ago, right? Or perhaps—he went somewhere even further away.

I wonder how he is doing now.

A trace of reminiscence and a hint of melancholy appeared on her peerlessly beautiful face.

If I can obtain enough rewards from this list, perhaps—there might be a possibility of catching up to his footsteps.

Beside her, Di Tian felt a monstrous wave surge in his heart as he saw the feminine expression on his Lord's face.

The Lord—who is she thinking of?

What kind of person could make the noble and peerless Silver Dragon King reveal such an expression?

Just then, the image on the Heavenly Vault Golden List changed once more.

In the scene, the massive Rakshasa Demon Scythe collided violently with a golden trident!

BOOM!

Evil purple light and sacred blue-gold light clashed and annihilated each other frantically.

The two were actually evenly matched!

But looking closely, one could see that in the pure clash of power, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe was ultimately suppressed by the Sea God Trident by a hair.

Though faint, it was undeniably real.

[Did you see that?! Lord Sea God's trident is clearly superior!]

[As expected! The Sea God's divine artifact must be ranked higher than the Rakshasa Demon Scythe!]

[I bet the Sea God Trident will definitely make the top three!]

In the Allied Forces Camp, the Shrek members erupted into thunderous cheers upon seeing this scene.

"Third Brother is mighty!"

"I told you, how could that so-called Rakshasa Demon Scythe compare to Third Brother's Sea God Trident!"

A confident smile appeared on Tang San's face as well.

That was only natural.

Above Jialing Pass.

Bibi Dong stood with her hands behind her back, Rakshasa divine power surging around her as she watched the image on the Golden List.

She was not surprised that the Rakshasa Demon Scythe had lost by a margin.

Her gaze drifted past Jialing Pass, toward the depths of the continent, to the Ice and Fire Sacred Land where a miracle had just been born.

"Qian Renxue took a mysterious person as her master—"

"A suspected predecessor of the Qian family?"

A mocking smile curled the corners of Bibi Dong's lips.

"How foolish."

"To be led around in circles by a charlatan who popped out of nowhere."

She did not believe it.

If the Qian family truly had such an ancestor alive, why would they wait until today to appear?

Her figure flickered, transforming into a streak of purple light that instantly crossed the endless distance, arriving above the Ice and Fire Sacred Land.

Her divine sense spread out like a tidal wave, enveloping the entire valley.

Soon, she locked onto the black-clad youth lying in the chair.

She scrutinized him carefully.

She scanned him over and over again with her divine sense.

However, no matter how she looked, the person before her was just an ordinary human with mediocre aura.

No soul power, no divine power, not even a shred of an expert's presence.

"What is going on?"

Bibi Dong's brows locked tightly together.

She could not understand why Qian Renxue would take such a mortal as her master.

Could it be that this person possessed some concealment method that even she could not see through?

Just as she was feeling puzzled and prepared to probe further.

Below, the youth who had been keeping his eyes closed suddenly spoke.

His voice was very calm, yet it rang out clearly within Bibi Dong's mind.

"Since you have arrived, why are you still lingering outside?"

Bibi Dong's heart and mind were shaken to their core.

How is this possible?!

She was the Rakshasa God; her divine sense was intangible and formless. In this world, aside from gods of the same rank, who could detect her presence?

Moreover, she was more than a thousand miles away from this place!

Yet the youth below had not even opened his eyes from start to finish.

How did he discover her?

Could it be—was he also a god?

No.

Impossible.

Bibi Dong immediately dismissed this thought.

Since becoming a god, her sensitivity to divine power had become incredibly sharp. The other party truly possessed no divine power, not even soul power; he was a mortal through and through.

"Playing god!"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed through Bibi Dong's purple eyes.

She wanted to see exactly what kind of tricks this fellow, whom Qian Renxue revered as Master, was hiding!

With a thought, a wisp of Rakshasa divine power separated from her divine sense, transforming into an invisible spike that silently pierced toward Qian Ye on the recliner below.

This strike, while seemingly inconspicuous, contained the ultimate corrosive and corruptive power of the Rakshasa God.

Let alone a mortal, even a Titled Douluo would have their soul annihilated and be cast into the abyss of hell if they were touched by even a sliver of this divine power.

She would tear away this fraud's disguise!

However, the next moment, Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly constricted.

That wisp of Rakshasa divine power, upon approaching within three feet of the black-clad youth, vanished silently as if melting like ice and snow.

There was no energy collision.

There were no spatial ripples.

Not even a single trace was left behind.

It just like that—vanished into thin air.

"What?"

Bibi Dong was completely stunned.

What had happened?

Where did her Rakshasa divine power go?

Refusing to believe it, she separated another wisp of divine power, three times stronger than the last, and launched it again.

The result remained the same.

It disappeared completely.

It was as if the three-foot radius around the youth was an absolute forbidden zone, an abyss that even gods could not tread.

Just then, Qian Ye on the recliner finally moved.

He slowly opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes were those?

Pitch-black and profound, like a night sky encompassing the entire universe, without a single ripple.

His gaze, piercing through endless space, landed precisely on Bibi Dong, who was hovering above Jialing Pass.

It was as if a supreme existence was looking down upon an ant at its feet.

Bibi Dong felt a sense of unprecedented humiliation rush straight to her crown!

Who was she?

She was the Rakshasa God!

She was the Pope of Martial Soul Hall! She was the supreme ruler about to reign over the continent!

How dare this mortal, who had crawled out from who knows where, look at her with such eyes?!

"You are courting death!"

Bibi Dong was thoroughly enraged.

The terrifying Rakshasa divine power erupted from her body without reservation!

A storm of dark purple divine power centered on Jialing Pass, sweeping across half the sky and shrouding the entire western side of the continent in this evil and terrifying aura.

Countless living beings trembled under this divine might.

"If you want to be a dog, you must have the awareness of a dog."

"You still want to bite your master?"

Qian Ye's voice rang out once more, still in that same calm, unruffled tone.

As his words fell, he did not even make a superfluous movement.

The Rakshasa God power that Bibi Dong had erupted with all her might condensed before her, transforming into the phantom of a massive demonic scythe capable of tearing the heavens apart, just about to strike.

Yet no matter how she urged her divine power, that demonic scythe phantom remained frozen in place, not moving a single inch.

No, it was not that it was not moving.

It was—dissipating!

That terrifying divine power, capable of changing the color of the heavens and earth, was dissolving and melting away at a speed visible to the naked eye.