Dragon Slayer Finally Becomes an Evil Dragon?

"Ultimately, it's just the thinking of the weak." Ye Qingcang interrupted Rakshasa God quite rudely, but he now had the right to say so, "Because they have suffered, they believe their successor must be even more capable of enduring hardship than they were, and only by fully experiencing their own life can they be qualified to inherit their godhood and their achievements... But is that really the case?"

Ye Qingcang provided a wealth of information.

So much so that Bibidong's brain almost went blank.

The suffering she endured was something the Rakshasa God had also experienced.

However, before Bibidong could ask, Rakshasa God gave a evasive answer, "Perhaps not, but what does it matter... In the great sifting of the sands, those who survive are naturally the elite. Perhaps this method is a bit cruel, but you should also understand my situation!"

The Rakshasa God spoke as he walked.

He flashed from behind Bibidong Bibidong to in front of her.

The Rakshasa God Power surged, controlling Bibidong to raise her hand and place it on the Rakshasa God's already outstretched palm. Her feet moved with stiff steps, and in this joyless moment, she was like a puppet, manipulated by the Rakshasa God, dancing gracefully, completely losing control of her body.

Singing and dancing, hot and daring.

Inside this magnificent and splendid corridor.

It stirred up an atmosphere of decadence and debauchery.

Indulgence may not solve the problem, but it can temporarily relieve worries.

As if under the spotlight, a complex smile appeared on Rakshasa God's face. Looking at Bibidong, it was as if she were seeing her own forced smile from years ago. Using the steps she remembered, she led Bibidong step by step, praising the evils of the world. "Look, the weak can only ever grovel under the might of the strong; actually, I agree with what Poseidon, said. Of course, I also admire that fool Angel God... Where there is light, there is always shadow. As a strong person, my standard for choosing a successor is actually only one: the student must surpass the master; the so-called Rakshasa Nine Trials are all a charade. I admire her struggling in pain, so, just like you slaughtered your way through the City of Slaughter, I simply chose a different method of testing!"

"A battle between the physical body and the soul?"

"Is it to succumb to the desires brought by the physical body, to indulge in the pleasures that resonate with flesh and blood; or to firmly believe that the soul can transcend the limitations of the body and find the rational part that can suppress animalistic instincts?"

"The definition of an animal is one that lacks intelligence."

"Not that they can't speak."

"This is indeed a question worth considering."

"Even I find it hard to deny that."

Ye Qingcang casually flicked his finger, and the Asura God Power immediately spread out with a peculiar fluctuation, restoring Bibidong's mobility after she was forced to dance with the Rakshasa God. As Bibidong broke free from the Rakshasa God's grasp, she smiled clearly and asked rhetorically, "But the body and the soul are inherently one, like light and darkness. If you insist on defeating one side, it's tantamount to condoning the other side's imbalance and extremism... Living in this world, we must acknowledge three things: the incompetence of our parents, our own incompetence, and the incompetence of our descendants; most people succumb to these incompetences and willingly degenerate, while only a few dare to challenge them... Therefore, when they put their beliefs into practice, regardless of winning or losing, they have already won, haven't they?"

"Very good speaking skills."

"Actually, we both understand that the purpose of the conversation is to persuade the other party."

"And of all the ways to persuade, fists are the fastest."

"And you didn't throw a punch."

"And I didn't throw a punch."

"So, the problem was already solved at the very beginning of our conversation."

"The difference lies in who regresses."

"Perhaps you've regressed, or perhaps I have."

"This is the issue we've been arguing about."

"I think you'll allow me to lay out the truth, right?"

The Rakshasa God continued dancing, but his footwork changed to the steps of a woman in a dance, and his movements and demeanor were the same.

The dance ended with a snap of the fingers.

It was this snap of the fingers.

In an instant, Bibidong's face was flushed with rosy clouds.

He instinctively tapped the ground with the Pope's Scepter in his hand, but it lost its usual imposing presence and power. He knelt on one knee, a soreness spreading throughout his body. Strands of scarlet blood oozed from under his skin, staining his clothes and forming a Little Water on the ground.

"You see, I didn't torture her."

"Instead, it helped her eliminate those negative influences."

"To be honest, I'm even a little envious of her."

"Because when I ascended to godhood, there were no predecessors to help me heal my hidden injuries, cleanse my tendons and marrow, or refine my flesh and blood. I relied entirely on myself to overcome these difficulties step by step in the hell of sin."

"Just like Poseidon, went to the deep sea before becoming a god, tempering his body with the Tidal Body Tempering and the deep sea until his body was tempered to the point that it could bear divine power, before he transformed his Soul Power into divine power."

"The Angel God was in the same boat, even more so than Poseidon, because her body tempering process was completed in an instant. It was as if she endured the combined pain of Poseidon's ninefold body tempering the moment she drew the Angel Holy Sword. It's really impressive that she didn't collapse."

"So, I simply replaced the process with a hot soup that would make her feel both comfortable and anxious, like slowly boiling a frog to help her temper her body."

"I've been so kind, it shouldn't be a problem to indulge my perverse sense of humor... You can't expect me to be good to you indefinitely."

With a knowing smile, Rakshasa God gestured to Bibidong and Ye Qingcang as if to bloom a flower. "The quality of divine power far surpasses that of Soul Power. It's like putting a one-kilogram ball of paper in a paper bag; it won't break. But if you put a one-kilogram block of iron in it, the paper bag will definitely break... Without a good physical condition, rashly transforming it will likely result in a loud bang, turning into art, spilling onto the ground or splattering on a wall."

"That's why I didn't fight you." Ye Qingcang understood Bibidong's resentment, but what many people saw was not the truth. Perhaps Rakshasa God's approach was Path of Hegemony and didn't consider other people's feelings at all, but Rakshasa God's original intention was not to ruin Bibidong, but to help Bibidong transform through painful means. "However, I can only appreciate your good intentions in my heart."

"Yeah?"

The Rakshasa God's divine sense smiled and asked a question in return.

But she did not explain the meaning of that sentence.

Because in the Divine Realm, her true form had already transformed into the Six-Fingered Devil Lute. In a place unseen by others, she remotely transmitted the recording she had started when Ye Qingcang dragged her divine sense to the lower realm to Qian Renxue and Hu Liena, Bibidong's two weak points.

Give full play to the nature of a fun-loving person.

Since she can't cause trouble for Bibidong, she can at least have Bibidong's daughter and disciple cause trouble for Bibidong, right?

Qian Renxue, you don't want to see your mother unable to become a god for the rest of her life, do you?

Hu Liena, you don't want to see your master unable to become a god for the rest of his life, do you?

As for the errors in the transmission, how can I make up an excuse? The distance between the Divine Realm and the human realm is so far, and there is also a time difference. Occasionally, there will be sound quality problems, which sounds like another sentence. It can't be blamed on me. I'm not omnipotent, right?

However, in order to prevent Ye Qingcang from noticing the problem.

The Rakshasa God's divine thought quickly changed the subject.

In a tone consistent with her own persona, she gave an answer that also fit her persona, "However, sincerity is sincerity, and relationships are relationships. There are many couples in the Divine Realm. Going up the ranks, Goddess of Life and God of Destruction are a couple, God of Kindness and God of Evil are a couple, and only my partner is a single dog. Maybe he was angered by his colleagues, so he found two people at once, and even gave me a competitor. Going down the ranks, the God of Food God and the Nine Colors Goddess are also a couple... Bibidong, for the sake of this young and promising Asura God Test Taker, I will fulfill my sincerity in advance and help you restore your virginity. However, the bottom line cannot be crossed. Asura and Rakshasa are destined to be partners. I don't care whether that Angel God guy agrees or not. Anyway, as long as you want to inherit my godhood, this standard is one you must meet, unless you change to a God Trial Taker you like."

"No!" Qian Renxue suddenly shouted from afar inside the hall.

"No!" Hu Liena's voice followed closely behind, also from inside the hall.

The Yue Guan, who was idly counting the patterns on the floor tiles with his head down, the Gui Mei, who was idly counting the patterns on the ceiling with his head up, and the Puppet Emperor Xue Ke, who was equally idly staring blankly, nearly made them kneel down on the spot.

Hu Liena is not a ruthless person.

It is Bibidong and Qian Renxue.

Bibidong is gone, but Qian Renxue remains.

Now, the two of them suddenly lost their temper and shouted something out of the blue. Not only Yue Guan and the others, but even Qian Renxue and Hu Liena were startled by each other's reactions and looked at each other suspiciously.

In terms of personality, Qian Renxue and Bibidong are practically identical, while Hu Liena is merely the kind of daughter Bibidong desired, possessing some traits that Bibidong lacked, such as gentleness. Therefore, when problems arise, Qian Renxue always takes the initiative, while Hu Liena can only respond passively.

"You heard about that too?" Qian Renxue's gaze darkened slightly. She could accept that Ye Qingcang didn't belong solely to her, but she absolutely could not tolerate any relationship Bibidong her mother, Bibi Dong, and Ye Qingcang: "It was those words about the content of the Divine Exam..."

"Yes, I heard it too!"

"Who is speaking?"

Is this true?

"Or is this just a ploy to deceive us?"

Hu Liena's mind was in a bit of a mess.

You can't have your cake and eat it too.

She liked Ye Qingcang, and she also liked her teacher.

Now, it seems there's only one option left.

She can only hope that the person who is communicating with her is deceiving her, even though she can't find any reason why they would do so.

"Being able to bypass Chrysanthemum Elder and Ghost Elder and directly transmit your voice to us means that the other party is at least a Super Douluo of level 95 or above..." Qian Renxue used the universal elimination method. "Transmitting your voice to you is not difficult, but transmitting your voice to me is a bit difficult. Moreover, just now, I felt a vast God of Evil, as if eternal night had arrived and there was no light left in the world."

Hu Liena was just docile, not stupid.

Moreover, even if they are docile, it's only towards their own people.

For Qian Renxue, a Six-Winged Angel, to admit that she felt as if she were experiencing eternal night, subconsciously, it had already surpassed the feeling that Bibidong gave her. This is because Qian Renxue had never admitted that Bibidong could give her this feeling. After thinking it over, the answer is already quite obvious.

"Deity?"

Hu Liena's voice trembled slightly.

The pressure is also quite high.

Seeing Qian Renxue nod made him feel even more pressured.

"Then what should we do?" Knowing Bibidong so well, Hu Liena felt utterly helpless. "You know your teacher's personality. With the temptation of becoming a god right in front of her, can she really resist?"

"Whether I can hold back is one thing, what I'm afraid of is someone tampering with things!" Qian Renxue said with a dark face. Compared to the simple-minded Hu Liena, she was more thoughtful. Whether it was what was written in the history books of another world or the information she already knew, the possibility of the Deity causing trouble was quite high, and she couldn't afford to be careless in the slightest. "Junior sister... I know you like him, but I also like A Ying. You can hesitate, but I will absolutely not hesitate!"

"I..." Hu Liena hesitated, but finally admitted, "Although I like him too, I would never betray my teacher!"

Yue Guan was completely numb.

Gui Mei and phantoms are similar.

My dear ladies, could you please be mindful of your surroundings while you're talking? As for Xue Ke, well, we can just kill her later. She's just a puppet of our Spirit Hall Spirit Hall, not part of our Spirit Hall, and not even one of our own.

But the two of us are here!

We're on the same side!

Having heard such a huge secret, one who doesn't become a trusted confidant is destined to die!

Besides, how did you two end up bringing up the Pope in your conversation? If the Pope finds out, even if he doesn't punish you out of family ties, we don't have any family ties to vouch for us!

Fortunately Qian Renxue and Hu Liena did not forget this.

They exchanged a few cryptic words.

After confirming their stance, they shut up.

However, in the corridor outside the palace, the Rakshasa God was far less discreet. He lifted Bibidong's chin, flipped his palm, took out a mirror, and placed it in front of Bibidong: "Admire your beautiful face, and then consider my suggestion... Perhaps you could also consider Self-Created Godhood like me?"

Then, he darted away into the distance.

Like a lady.

A graceful curtsy.

Her words, however, made one's fists itch, making one want to rush up and beat her up. Unlike Ye Qingcang, she completely stabbed at the sore spots. "What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again... My excellent successor, I look forward to the day when you, the Dragon Slayer, become the Evil Dragon yourself. Even if you can control your desires, others will push you into the predetermined trajectory of Destiny... So, please allow me to watch your performance!"

"What utter nonsense!" Bibidong rarely swore, but she swore with unwavering conviction, "What do you mean, ' the Dragon Slayer will become the Evil Dragon '... I would never do anything to that beast like that, much less become a character on a stage for you to judge!"

"That's a very ambitious statement!"

"It would be even better if you could keep your voice down."

"Speaking too loudly will inevitably cause you to gradually lose your persuasiveness."

"I look forward to the day you surprise me."

"Because... that would be much more interesting!"

The Rakshasa God waved his hand, and his body shattered from head to toe.

It's just a thought; once it's gone, it's gone.

At this critical juncture, just after the Ten Kings Meeting concluded.

It's best to avoid leaving any potential problems behind.

So, what method can be used to conceal the fluctuations of divine power?

In the Divine Realm, the Rakshasa God thought for a moment, brought up the panel, and fully increased the progress bar in the control of the God Trial Taker's permissions, which was originally only at 60%. Then, quite inhumanely, he fully increased the sensitivity, which was originally only at 70%, before finally smiling with satisfaction.

The consequence of doing so is...

"Your His Holiness the Pope, I believe we should terminate our further communication." Ye Qingcang glanced sideways, politely shifting his gaze away from Bibidong Bibidong, mainly from her trembling legs. With a teleportation, he returned to the Blue Tyrant Academy, leaving behind the words: "Perhaps, changing into a dress would be a good choice."

Bibidong silently clutched her blood-red skirt.

Although it has just undergone a major overhaul.

You really can't tell unless you look closely.

But Ye Qingcang and her sense of smell were still sharp.

"Rakshasa God!"

Inside the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, only Bibidong remained, filled with helpless rage and gritted teeth.