Feng Baiyu swept his sleeve and pulled the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, the weapon Bibi Dong relied on in battle, through the air. The divine weapon, steeped in Rakshasa malice, landed in his hand.
His expression was calm and cold as he said, "That strike shattered your eighth and ninth Soul Rings. Now you're only a Soul Saint. Your strength is scarcely different from Yu Xiaogang's."
"Only one of you will leave here alive."
Feng Baiyu turned to the Ice Empress. "You have one hour. If both of them are still alive when time runs out, kill them both."
"Yes, Master."
The Ice Empress accepted the order without hesitation. She had wanted to kill them both outright, but her master had other plans, so she had held back.
"Feng Baiyu, you can't do this!" Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, her eyes full of resentment. "I'm still your elder!"
"That's why I haven't killed you myself." Feng Baiyu paid her protest no mind.
The Rakshasa Demon Scythe in his hand interested him far more than arguing with Bibi Dong.
Using the divine weapon as a conduit, Feng Baiyu sent a thought to the Rakshasa God in the Divine Realm. "Rakshasa, can you hear me? Asura's successor is dead, and yours won't last much longer. We have no quarrel. Would you consider choosing a new successor?"
The Rakshasa Demon Scythe remained silent. No answer came from the Rakshasa God.
Feng Baiyu was not disappointed.
It was only a First-Tier God's Godhood. Gaining it would be useful, but losing the chance meant little.
He turned and left. It was time to prepare for their ascension to the Divine Realm.
Feng Baiyu had already reached the God King Realm. Even without undergoing the Divine Realm's ascension rite, he was strong enough to protect himself.
But