City of Divine Wind!

At this moment, the entire Jialing Pass fell into a deathly silence.

Immediately following, an aura even more terrifying, more evil, and yet more vast than the one Tang San had unleashed upon becoming a god erupted from Bibi Dong.

A purple-black pillar of light shot into the sky, staining half the heavens ink-black.

Bibi Dong's originally gloomy expression was replaced by astonishment and wild ecstasy.

She knew all too well what this meant.

For the sake of that damned Rakshasa God position, how many years had she endured humiliation and carried the burden?

She had devoured soul beasts, devoured souls, and even gone so far as to turn herself into something neither human nor ghost, struggling in darkness and agony, all just to pass those perverted trials one after another.

The trials of the Rakshasa God were not just a tempering of strength, but a destruction of the mind.

How many times had she been eroded by evil thoughts in the dead of night, suffering in agony?

And now.

A streak of golden light had wiped away all obstacles!

The Rakshasa Grudge, which had once clung to her like bone-deep gangrene, was now as docile as a lamb, instantly merging perfectly with her soul.

The bottleneck of level ninety-nine was like a thin sheet of paper, pierced with a single touch.

BOOM!

The heavens and earth changed color.

A suit of purple-black divine armor manifested out of thin air, wrapping around Bibi Dong's curvaceous and alluring body, while her scepter transformed into a massive Demon Scythe, radiating a chill that could reap souls.

Rakshasa God, return to your throne!

"This kind of power..."

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, feeling the endless divine power within her body.

Her previous anger and dissatisfaction vanished instantly in the face of absolute power.

So what if she was third?

As long as she could become a god, she would accept it even if she were the very last!

At the same time, Qian Renxue, standing to the side, was also enveloped in golden light.

The six angel wings on her back, bathed in that sacred radiance, actually began to split and grow.

Eight wings... ten wings... twelve wings!

When the twelve massive, snow-white wings fully unfurled, the sacred aura on Qian Renxue reached its absolute peak, even faintly suppressing Bibi Dong, who had just become a god.

Her already stunning face now possessed an even more transcendent, ethereal air.

Beneath her long golden dress, her slender, straight legs were faintly visible in the holy light, filled with a lethal allure.

"Twelve wings..."

Qian Renxue looked at the changes on her back, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

According to legend, the limit of the Angel God was only six wings.

And she had actually surpassed her ancestor!

Feeling the boiling divine power within her, the joy in Qian Renxue's heart was beyond words.

Yet, in the midst of this wild ecstasy, a lazy, smiling face involuntarily appeared in her mind.

It was the man she had met while living in seclusion in Godwind City.

Venti.

That guy who spent his days doing nothing but drinking and sleeping, too lazy to even glance at the official documents of the City Lord Mansion.

"If he were here and saw me now, I wonder what kind of expression he would have?"

"Would he still have that indifferent look, handing me an apple and saying, 'Oh, not bad'?"

A gentle smile unconsciously tugged at the corners of Qian Renxue's mouth.

On this battlefield filled with bloodshed and schemes, the time spent in Godwind City felt like a beautiful, illusory dream.

There were no power struggles like those in the Pope Palace.

There was no insincere posturing like that of the Heaven Dou Royal Family.

There was only the breeze, the fine wine, and that guy who always smiled so harmlessly.

"Godwind City..."

Qian Renxue gazed into the distance, her eyes seemingly piercing through mountains and rivers.

"Once this battle is over, I will go back."

"I will take this divine power and go back to confess to you."

"This time, let's see where you can run."

However, Godwind City at this moment was not as peaceful as it had been in Qian Renxue's memories.

BOOM—!

A thunderous roar shattered the standoff in the street.

A cyan figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string, his feet carving two deep furrows into the hard stone road before he could barely steady his stance.

It was a tall, slender young man with a handsome face, though a trail of blood now hung from the corner of his mouth, making him look quite disheveled.

He wore the cyan uniform of Godwind Academy, surrounded by swirling gales, while the phantom of a Twin-Headed Gale Demon Wolf roared toward the sky behind him.

It was none other than the captain of the Godwind City guards, and Venti's disciple, Feng Xiaotian!

"Cough, cough..."

Feng Xiaotian wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes glaring fiercely at the arrogant, golden-haired man ahead.

"Level ninety-five..."

Is this the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils? He certainly has some tricks up his sleeve.

Though Feng Xiaotian refused to admit defeat aloud, a stormy sea was raging within his heart.

Under his teacher's guidance over the past few years, he had progressed rapidly, breaking through to level ninety-one and becoming a true Titled Douluo.

He had thought he was already strong enough to look down upon the masses.

Yet, he never expected to be forced back by Dai Mubai in just three moves the moment they clashed.

The power of that hundred-thousand-year spirit ring was truly terrifying.

"Hmph, overestimating your capabilities."

Dai Mubai retracted his sharp claws and lightly brushed some non-existent dust off his sleeve, his eyes filled with contempt.

"A mere level ninety-one, and you dare to play the hero in front of me?"

"If not for the fact that we were once fellow contestants in the Spirit Master Tournament, that last move would have already left you a dead man."

Dai Mubai stepped forward, the violent aura of his White Tiger pressing down like a massive mountain upon Feng Xiaotian and the four women behind him.

"Feng Xiaotian, you are a smart man."

"Godwind City is nothing but an isolated island now."

"That coward Venti hasn't even dared to show his face; why bother throwing your lives away for him?"

Yu Xiaogang spoke up at the right moment, his stiff face wearing an expression of certainty.

"Feng Xiaotian, I have heard of your reputation."

"You are a talent. If you are willing to submit to the Heaven Dou Empire, I guarantee you a bright future."

"Look at the Sky Curtain; Tang San has already become a god, and the Tang Sect is ranked fourth."

"The trend of the times is clear—can you not see it?"

Yu Xiaogang's words were filled with a sense of lofty superiority.

In his eyes, this was not a persuasion to surrender, but an act of charity.

"Screw your grandfather!"

Before Feng Xiaotian could speak, Shui Yue'er could no longer hold back her rage:

"You all look like decent human beings, yet you act like nothing but common bandits!"

"You want Godwind City? You'll have to step over this lady's corpse first!"

Though Shui Bing'er remained silent, the icy aura around her surged, clearly prepared to fight to the death.

Dugu Yan's eyes transformed into serpent pupils, and the venom of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor swirled around her fingertips.

Feng Xiaotian took a deep breath, straightened his back, and stood in front of the four women.

"Grandmaster, I appreciate your good intentions."

"However..."

Feng Xiaotian grinned, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained white teeth:

"I have a stubborn spine; I don't know how to kneel."

"Besides, my teacher taught me something."

"The wind is free."

"You want me to be a lapdog for your Heaven Dou Empire? Keep dreaming!"

These words completely infuriated Dai Mubai.

"You're courting death!"

"Since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"White Tiger Meteor Shower!"