Lower Your Head

The Rakshasa God in the God Realm was bewildered. The God Trials hadn't even concluded yet; how had the godhood already been passed down?

However, the Rakshasa God had no intention of investigating further. Since the godhood had been transferred, she could finally leave the God Realm—a place she had grown tired of long ago.

In Martial Soul City, Bibi Dong soared into the sky. As her divine might radiated outward, every spirit master in the city felt the pressure of the Rakshasa God, accompanied by a thick, malevolent aura.

Qian Daoliu flew up to meet her, his expression grave as he looked at Bibi Dong.

"Bibi Dong, since you have already attained the godhood of the Rakshasa God..."

"Shut up!"

Bibi Dong harshly cut him off, pointing the Rakshasa Scythe directly at him.

"I must reclaim the suffering your Angel clan has inflicted upon me. Not a single one will be spared, and you, Qian Daoliu, are the first!"

"Bibi Dong, have you truly gone mad? Do you intend to kill Xue'er as well? She is your own daughter..."

"Shut up! I have no such daughter!"

Bibi Dong swung the Rakshasa Scythe, unleashing a slash. Qian Daoliu blocked it with all his might; though he succeeded, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The gap between a level 99 Limit Douluo and a true god was still immense.

"I will not only destroy your Angel clan, but I will also utterly eradicate the faith in the Angel God. One god is enough for the Douluo Continent, hahahaha!"

Bibi Dong laughed maniacally. After enduring for so many years, she no longer needed to hold back, and she intended to vent her frustrations to the fullest.

Yet, Bibi Dong failed to notice a figure watching her from not far behind.

"Nothing more than a slightly larger ant. Not just anyone deserves to be called a god."

Hearing the voice, Bibi Dong turned to see the newcomer: Scaramouche, who had just arrived in Martial Soul City.

"Who are you?"

"Me? Just a student of the Akademiya. You may continue; we can discuss our own business once you are finished."

Scaramouche's indifferent expression irritated Bibi Dong for no reason, and his words only fueled her rage.

"The Akademiya! Heh, the Akademiya again! I have become a god. Even if there is a deity behind the Akademiya, I will trample them underfoot, hahahaha!"

Hearing Bibi Dong's frantic laughter, Scaramouche's expression turned cold.

Though he often complained about Lesser Lord Kusanali, he felt a deep sense of gratitude toward her in his heart.

If Bibi Dong had mocked him, he wouldn't have cared, but for her to threaten to trample Lesser Lord Kusanali underfoot meant he had to teach this ignorant woman a lesson.

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"

If it came to madness, Scaramouche would not lose to anyone.

"It has been a long time since I fought with all my strength. However, for dealing with you, she shouldn't nag me incessantly."

"I am a god! How dare you show disrespect to a god..."

"Hahaha, you are worthy of being called a god? How laughable! Wind, rise..."

Powerful Anemo energy swirled around Scaramouche, and a ring of wind manifested behind his back.

Feeling the immense power radiating from him, Bibi Dong's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You are actually a god as well!"

"I once ascended to godhood, but it was merely a fleeting dream. Now that the dream has ended, I am no longer a god; I am just a student of the Akademiya. Now, on behalf of that Lesser Lord Kusanali, I shall teach you, who speaks without restraint, a lesson. Look down upon the mortal realm!"

Scaramouche took the initiative, and though Bibi Dong reacted quickly to counter, she found herself completely suppressed by him.

As for Scaramouche, the more he fought, the more exhilarated he became.

"Ahahaha! No mercy for the ants! You insignificant vermin!"

"Ah! Nether Rakshasa!"

Bibi Dong swung the Rakshasa Scythe, but her slash was instantly shattered by Scaramouche's wind blades.

"Scream louder!"

"Bow your head!"

A black hole condensed from Anemo energy appeared beneath Scaramouche's feet, and he stomped down toward Bibi Dong.

BOOM! The explosive force kicked Bibi Dong out of the sky, sending her crashing heavily into the Pope's Palace, causing the structure to collapse instantly.

Bibi Dong crawled out from the ruins of the Pope's Palace, looking disheveled. She wiped the blood from her mouth and glared at Scaramouche with hatred.

"I will kill you!"

Malevolent energy erupted from her body, staining the entire area around the Pope's Palace black.

Scaramouche merely shook his head.

"Utterly lacking in self-awareness!"

Bibi Dong charged at him once more, her rage reaching its peak. This was her strongest strike.

"Rakshasa Scythe: Nirvana!"

Bibi Dong stared fixedly at Scaramouche, her gaze as if she wished to tear him into a thousand pieces.

"Hmph! You are not worthy of looking me in the eye!"

Scaramouche manifested two Anemo black holes in his hands and hurled them at Bibi Dong, simultaneously forming a third at his foot to kick toward her.

BOOM! The Rakshasa Demon Scythe flew from her grasp, and Bibi Dong crashed into the ground once more, creating a massive crater. Scaramouche stood with his arms crossed, one foot planted firmly on Bibi Dong, looking entirely at ease.

Bibi Dong's eyes were vacant; from sorrow to joy, and back to sorrow again, she felt the profound malice of fate.

"Why! Why!"

From the moment she ascended to godhood to her fall from the altar, the Sky Screen had granted her the reward of divinity, yet before she could even revel in it, someone had appeared to kick her back down.

She could not understand why fate would treat her this way; what exactly had she done wrong?

Even now, Bibi Dong did not reflect on her actions. Scaramouche ignored her, turning his gaze instead to the Sky Screen, which had updated once more.

[Second Place: Cyno]

Along with the name appeared an image of Cyno, wearing his jackal headdress and light attire, his hands transformed into massive wolf claws—this was his state while wielding the power of Hermanubis.

"Second place is this General Mahamatra; that is not surprising. But who is first? The Grand Sage? Does his age even fit?"

Cyno had appeared during the ranking of Alhaitham, so the crowd watching the Sky Screen was not surprised.

"As expected, Cyno is second. Tighnari, who do you think will be first?"

Tighnari shook his head; he could not guess either. Within the Akademiya, there should be no one who met the age requirements and was stronger than Cyno.

"Perhaps this Douluo Continent still has some hidden, formidable figures."

Nefer, walking through the streets of Heaven Dou City with Asheru, looked at the Sky Screen and said to Asheru, "Hermanubis is far more generous than you, Thoth!"

"Eh? How did you discover that? I thought I was hiding it quite well."

"I hadn't discovered it originally, but I have now."

"Ah? You tricked me!"

"Heh, it was merely a guess. The Sky Screen wouldn't just give me a cat, would it? What is your situation right now?"

Thoth licked his fur and replied in his usual voice, "Nothing different. My true form is still locked away in Aaru; I was just curious about what was happening here, so I came to take a look.

This is truly an incredible new discovery—a world outside of Teyvat! No, this cannot be spoken of, or I might suffer a terrible fate. I cannot even tell Old Sheep or Old Crocodile!"