Bibi Dong only felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on her, as though an invisible mountain were crushing her body.
She fought with all her strength to resist, but she could only stagger backward again and again, carving two deep trenches into the ground.
"A so-called divine artifact is merely a slightly stronger weapon."
Qian Renxue's gaze fell upon the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, her tone carrying a faint trace of mockery.
As soon as she finished speaking, she lightly flicked the scythe's shaft with her finger.
"Clang—"
After a crisp ring, the seemingly incomparably powerful Rakshasa Demon Scythe instantly filled with dense cracks, as fragile as glass.
The cracks began at the scythe blade and swiftly spread across its entire body.
Crack!
With a crisp shattering sound, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe broke apart, scattering countless fragments across the ground.
"The divine artifact shattered? How is that possible?"
Bibi Dong's expression turned horrified, the madness on her face replaced by disbelief.
"Did you think this was over?"
Qian Renxue's voice remained calm, yet it carried unquestionable majesty.
"You really dare to kill me?"
Before Bibi Dong could finish speaking, she suddenly felt agonizing pain shoot through her right arm.
She lowered her head and saw cracks like shattered porcelain appearing on her arm.
The cracks spread at a visible speed and soon covered her entire arm.
Bang!
Bibi Dong's right arm exploded outright!
Blood splattered everywhere, and the ghastly white bone fragments were a horrifying sight.
"Ah—"
Bibi Dong let out a shrill scream that made everyone's scalps tingle.
"I know everything that has happened in your world."
"Since succeeding as Pope, you have not done a single thing worthy of your position."
Qian Renxue looked down at Bibi Dong, her gaze cold as frost.
Bibi Dong's body trembled, cold sweat