Rakshasa God: Sisterly Love? Non-existent!

The moment those words were spoken.

It was as if the air had been instantly sucked dry.

Qian Renxue's pretty face turned pale with a swish, as white as a freshly manufactured sheet of A4 paper.

If not for the unexpected variable that was Maple Dye Pavilion.

Going by the original course of events—even judging by her own talent—the Angel God's divine position would, nine times out of ten, have been Qian Renxue's for the taking.

Even though she had not experienced any of it yet, anyone normal with even a shred of shame could imagine that scene.

During a solemn and sacred inheritance ceremony.

Before the eyes of countless spectators.

As the new generation's Angel God, not only would she fail to display the sacred, inviolable majesty expected of a god.

Instead, under the illusion's guidance, she would be like a cat in heat—her face flushed, her clothes disheveled, making all sorts of indecent, delirious movements.

And even... be forcibly projected by some power for the entire continent to see?

"Urgh..."

Qian Renxue merely imagined the scene for a moment, and her stomach churned violently. A chill ran through her entire body, leaving her hands and feet ice-cold.

If something like that really happened, she would rather kill herself on the spot!

Likewise.

What Qian Renxue could think of, Qian Daoliu, that old fox who had lived for over a century, could naturally think of as well.

The face that had eased slightly upon Lin Feng's appearance instantly darkened so much it seemed water could be wrung from it.

An icy, bone-piercing killing intent surged wildly from his body.

The Angel Holy Sword in his hand let out an overloaded, buzzing wail, while every joint in his fingers turned white from the excessive force.

"Sea... God!"

He ground his