Within the Rakshasa Secret Realm, Bibi Dong wore a flowing purple gown, the Rakshasa Crown atop her head. With a sweep of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand, she tore a gash through the void.
She was far more sinister, beautiful, and dangerous than before she had become a god.
Yet the madness in her eyes had not diminished in the slightest.
At that moment, all she could think of was Yu Xiaogang's greedy face.
How he had demanded without restraint, and ultimately stolen her letter.
How he had led her step by step into her current predicament.
She thought of her former innocent self, and of how, after falling into obsession, she had loved that Lung Mist Swine for decades without change.
Bibi Dong closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her beautiful gaze was filled with killing intent and madness.
"Yu Xiaogang, this time, I'll make you beg for death without being able to die—"
Bibi Dong walked out of the Rakshasa God's Secret Realm.
This time, she would kill Qian Xunyi, remove the greatest obstacle standing in the way of her torturing Yu Xiaogang, seize the position of Pope of Spirit Hall, and then make Yu Xiaogang beg for death without being able to die to her heart's content. Hehehe—
She headed straight for the Papal Hall, unleashing her god-level power without reservation along the way.
The doors of the Papal Hall opened, and Bibi Dong entered with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in hand.
The hall's arrangement remained the same. Qian Xunyi sat upon the Pope's throne, while four women stood to either side—Jialing, Leng Yue, and two women Bibi Dong did not recognize, though they appeared to be identical twins. Below them stood the elders.
Qian Xunyi was not surprised by Bibi Dong's arrival.