Bibi Dong Was Defeated!

Bibi Dong stared at the hand that had been retracted into her sleeve, while the Golden Soul Ring beneath her feet continued to spin.

Her attack, unleashed with all her divine power, left not even a trace of light behind.

Qian Daochen looked at her.

"Are you going to continue?"

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe Scythe's handle was gripped even tighter.

She did not answer.

Before the high platform, an envoy from the Heaven Dou Imperial Family gripped the railing, nearly dropping the communication token between his fingers.

"He didn't use Divine Artifact, nor did he use the World Tree?"

The accompanying Soul Master opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

They were just calculating how many powerful figures the Spirit Hall would lose in this battle.

But Qian Daochen didn't retreat even a single step!

The Star Luo Empire Envoy slowly sat back in his chair, pressing the secret order that had not yet been issued under his palm.

"Don't touch the border issue yet."

"Report everything that happened here back to the capital, exactly as it happened!"

On the other side, Tang Xiao looked at the White Clothes in the arena, the veins on the back of his hand gradually becoming more prominent.

An elder from the Clear Sky Sect approached him.

"Sect Master, what if that finger strike lands on the Clear Sky Hammer...?"

Tang Xiao turned and glanced at him.

The elder stopped talking.

The answer is already before us.

Even the God-Level Soul Skill unleashed by the Rakshasa Demon Scythe was shattered; how much could the Clear Sky Hammer possibly withstand?

Ning Fengzhi finally put away the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

His gaze shifted from the crack in the arena to the ground beneath Qian Daochen's feet, where the small patch of ground remained flat.

"Uncle Jian, just how much power did he use?"

Chen Xin shook his head.

"I can't tell."

The Gu Rong turned its head to the side.

"Even you can't tell?"

His Sword Intent didn't leak out; it was all focused on that scythe-like gleam.

Chen Xin looked down at the Seven Killing Sword in his palm.

"I could see him raise his hand, but I couldn't see the change in that Sword Intent."

Ning Fengzhi looked back at the arena, his hand still gripping the scepter.

"Terrifying, so terrifying."

"What we were worried about was whether he could withstand that attack."

The worshippers outside the arena also did not laugh.

The words that Subduing Demon Douluo had prepared were now stuck in his throat.

He glanced at Qian Daoliu, then at Qian Daochen.

"Great Enshrined, where have you been all these years, elder brother?"

Qian Daoliu firmly established the scepter.

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

The wound on his chest was still throbbing slightly.

The same Rakshasa Demon Scythe forced him into defeat, yet he couldn't even touch his brother's sleeve.

Qian Renxue retracted her six wings, her gaze falling on the complete White Clothes, and finally lowered the hand that had been pressing on the side of the skirt.

Xiao Wu stood beside her, gazing at the Demon Scythe in Bibi Dong's hand.

Didn't she just say that Grandpa couldn't catch it?

Qian Renxue did not respond.

Bibi Dong in the arena has raised her head again.

"That's impossible!"

She raised her left hand, Golden Soul Ring lit up in her palm.

"Million-Year Soul Ring, Twin Martial Souls, and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe!"

"How could you possibly block my full power with just one finger!"

Qian Daochen looked at her.

"The product is good."

"Unfortunately, you can't use it well."

Bibi Dong took a step forward, and the Demon Scythe rose up with it.

She tried to activate her divine power again, but a sharp pain shot through her meridians.

That attack just now had drained most of her strength.

The outlines of the two Spider Emperor began to blur, and their Golden Soul Ring were no longer as bright as before.

All eyes on the surrounding high platforms were fixed on her.

Those who had been waiting for her to retain the Pope were now completely silent!

"I haven't lost yet!"

Bibi Dong gripped the scythe handle with both hands and poured the remaining Soul Power into it.

The Divine Mark on the scythe suddenly paused.

Immediately afterwards, a dark purple light shone from the depths of the Demon Scythe.

Her arm was illuminated by that light, and the mark of inheritance between her brows also appeared.

Qian Daoliu raised his scepter, his gaze immediately turning to the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

"Get out of the way!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo, along with several retainers, protected the knights behind him.

The next moment, a purplish-black beam of light shot straight into the sky!

The divine power that had previously dissipated spread out again, the rubble in the arena was suspended in mid-air, and even the railings in front of the high platform developed cracks.

The Rakshasa Phantom behind Bibi Dong did not dissipate; instead, it was drawn inward by the pillar of light.

The wide, flowing robes of the gods gradually came into view.

A face appeared in the purple light, its eyes slowly opening.

Those eyes swept across the arena, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Fengzhi's palm lit up on its own.

Gu Rong stepped forward, and the bone shield once again blocked the high platform.

"This is not Bibi Dong's power!"

Chen Xin gripped the Seven Killing Sword, his gaze fixed on the figure.

"Rakshasa Divine Sense."

"The Divine Artifact actually contains the will of the Rakshasa God!"

The spectator stands immediately erupted into chaos.

Several sect elders retreated to the back of the platform, and the imperial envoy, who had already sat down, stood up again.

"The Rakshasa God himself has taken action?"

"Qian Daochen was fighting Demigod just now, but now he's facing the true will of a god!"

"Bibi Dong has such a trump card!"

An elder of the Papal Hall looked at the purple figure and finally straightened his back.

"The Rakshasa God will not stand by and watch his successor fall!"

"This battle is not over yet!"

Bibi Dong looked up at the divine sense behind her, and her originally pale face regained its color.

The Divine Trial mark between her eyebrows was burning hot.

Strands of Rakshasa Divine Power surged back into the depleted meridians.

"Lord Rakshasa God!"

That divine thought didn't look at her.

His gaze passed over the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and landed on Qian Daochen.

The White Clothes remained standing in the same spot, the God-Punishing Divine Sword hanging beside him, its blade reflecting a purple light.

"You didn't inherit the Godhood, yet you were able to break through my divine power."

"Your swordsmanship is certainly worth watching."

Rakshasa Divine Sense raised his hand, and a wisp of golden light remaining on the Demon Scythe fell into his palm.

That was the Sword Intent left over from the previous collision.

Just as He was about to gather it together, the golden light sliced through the purple divine power and dissipated.

The hand remained suspended in mid-air.

Rakshasa Divine Sense re-examined Qian Daochen, her gaze shifting from his White Clothes to the sword's edge, and then back to his face.

"This Sword Intent..."

Where have I seen this before?

Qian Daochen looked up at him.

"You only sent a divine thought?"

The Rakshasa Divine Sense withdrew its hand.

Do you know who you're talking to?

"I know."

Qian Daochen glanced at the Demon Scythe in Bibi Dong's hand.

"If you want to help her, don't waste your time."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong immediately took a step forward.

Even with the Rakshasa Divine Sense already descending, he still maintained this attitude!

She raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe high, and a purple light connected the mark between her brows and her divine sense.

"Qian Daochen, how dare you be so insolent!"

"I'll see if you can handle this one!"

She poured all the power she had just regained into the Demon Scythe, and didn't let go even when her palms were cut by the Divine Mark on the scythe handle.

Fresh blood flowed down the sickle handle.

Rakshasa Divine Sense extended his right hand, grasping her hands in a gesture.

The entire Demon Scythe scythe trembled violently!

Divine Mark extended from the scythe, intersecting in mid-air to form a huge purple ring.

Within the circle, dozens of scythe-like shadows descended in succession, completely sealing off the space surrounding Qian Daochen.

The cracks in the ground stopped spreading.

Even the dust that had been stirred up stopped in its place.

The sword energy that Chen Xin extended forward was cut into several pieces as soon as it approached the ring.

He sealed off that space!

Qian Renxue raised her hand, but before the golden light in her palm could solidify, Qian Daochen waved to her.

"Stand there."

He turned around and finally grasped the God-Punishing Divine Sword.

The Rakshasa Divine Sense observed his movements, its eyes filled with scrutiny.

"Your sword is so powerful that even I cannot see through it."

Bibi Dong, however, could no longer wait.

She stared at Qian Daochen, pressing her arms down.

"Qian Daochen, die!"

The Rakshasa Divine Sense, gripping the scythe handle, simultaneously descended.

The purple ring in the air suddenly contracted, and dozens of scythe shadows merged into one, slashing straight at the top of the Qian Daochen heads!

The attack did not spread outwards.

All divine power was suppressed and sealed.

The stone layers beneath Qian Daochen's feet collapsed silently, but a faint golden light remained around his body, which was three feet in diameter.

The Rakshasa Divine Sense pressed his palm forward.

I want to see your sword for myself.

Qian Daochen raised his wrist.

"Then look carefully."

The God-Punishing Divine Sword slashed past his side.

A golden line appeared in the center of the purple ring.

There were no consecutive collisions, nor were they locked in a stalemate.

The falling sickle shadow split in two the instant it touched the golden thread.

Bibi Dong suddenly lowered her arms.

Before she could change her move, the Divine Mark on the ring broke off one after another!

The blockade has been lifted.

The dust in mid-air settled down again.

The Rakshasa Divine Sense stopped.

He watched the sword light pierce through the scythe's shadow, and the scrutiny in his eyes vanished abruptly.

This time, the Sword Intent was no longer just a wisp of remnant.

The full extent of its power is right before our eyes!

That memory, hidden over the long years, was directly unearthed by this sword strike.

It's you!

The Rakshasa Divine Sense abruptly withdrew its hand, and its divine robe unfurled behind it.

He actually released the Rakshasa Demon Scythe!

Bibi Dong raised her head and saw Shen Nian retreating.

"Lord Rakshasa God?"

There was no response as the rain fell upon her.

Rakshasa Divine Sense his palms together, and layers of purple light condensed into a barrier in front of him.

His gaze remained fixed on Qian Daochen's face.

Your sword has changed!

You've actually gone this far!

The golden sword light pierced through the first barrier.

The purple light shattered.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third barriers separated at the same time.

Rakshasa Divine Sense around, his figure transforming into purple light, heading straight for the interior of the Demon Scythe.

He no longer accepted the sword, but prepared to return the Divine Artifact!

Qian Daochen lightly turned his wrist.

The sword light then descended, severing the purple line between the divine sense and the Demon Scythe.

"Since you've already made your move, stay behind."

The Rakshasa Divine Sense reappeared in physical form.

He looked down at his chest, where a golden sword mark had pierced through his divine robe.

The cracks extended from the chest to both sides, and the arms and shoulders turned into purple light spots one after another.

"The power my divine sense carries shouldn't be like this!"

He raised his still-dissipating hand, attempting to reassemble the shattered divine body.

Golden light shone through his fingers.

The recalled points of light were completely crushed by the Sword Intent as soon as they approached.

"Qian Daochen!"

"You..."

Qian Daochen lowered the God-Punishing Divine Sword back to his side.

The last half of the Rakshasa Divine Sense cracked open, and the words it hadn't finished speaking vanished along with the purple light.

The ring in the sky completely collapsed.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe lost its support and crashed heavily to the ground.

Bibi Dong was still holding the sickle handle when the weight pulled her to one knee.

She looked up at the sky.

There's nothing left there.

The Rakshasa Divine Sense, which had been helping her just moments before, couldn't even leave a trace of its aura.

"Divine sense... was severed?"

The elder of the Papal Hall leaned against a stone pillar, the color draining from his face.

No one answered him.

Qian Daoliu stared at the sword in his brother's hand, remaining motionless for a long time.

Ning Fengzhi's scepter fell to the ground. He reached out to steady it, but did not look down at it.

The Gu Rong gazed at the spot where the purple light had disappeared.

"Was the Rakshasa Divine Sense an escape?"

Chen Xin nodded slowly.

"He recognized his senior's sword."

The Soul Master on the high platform then remembered what that divine thought had said before it dissipated.

It's you!

It wasn't a question, but rather a recognition!

Tang Xiao turned to look at the elder beside him, and both of them had the same question in their eyes.

Does the Rakshasa God also know Qian Daochen?

The Heaven Dou Empire Envoy lowered his head and opened the message log, his finger pausing on the few lines he had just written.

"He did not recognize me when He first arrived."

"It wasn't until Qian Daochen actually drew his sword that He remembered him."

The Star Luo Empire Envoy looked at the long sword in the arena.

"So, the Rakshasa God saw his sword?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's gaze returned to the figure in White Clothes.

"It's more than just having seen it."

"The first thing He did after recognizing him was to retreat."

Silence returned.

Bibi Dong knelt between the broken stone layers, slowly lowering her head to look at the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

The Divine Mark on the Divine Artifact are still there.

But that divine thought that could respond to her had been completely severed.

She gripped the sickle handle and looked up at Qian Daochen.

"Rakshasa God... why do I know you?"

"You can ask Him."

Qian Daochen sheathed the God-Punishing Divine Sword and his gaze fell on the inheritance mark between Bibi Dong's eyebrows.

That mark has not yet faded.

Although the Rakshasa Divine Sense was severed, the connection of its lineage remained.

Bibi Dong raised her hand and pressed it against her brow, sending the last wisp of divine power into it.

"Lord Rakshasa God!"

"You know him, don't you?"

Purple light flowed along her fingertips.

A moment later, a violent fluctuation came from the depths of the inheritance mark.

The Divine Realm.

Inside the dark temple.

The Rakshasa God suddenly opened his eyes, and the armrest beneath his palm shattered on the spot.

A tiny sword mark appeared in his palm.

The divine sense has been extinguished.

But the pain left by that sword strike traveled back to the Divine Realm through the connection between the divine thought and the physical body!

"Qian Daochen..."

Rakshasa God looked at the sword mark on his palm, and slowly pressed his other hand against his chest.

There, too, was once a wound.

Over the long years, He never forgot.

then.

He descended upon the Douluo Continent, seeking someone capable of inheriting the Rakshasa Inheritance.

When mortal Soul Master see Him, they all bow their heads in submission.

But then, that White-Clothed Swordsman stood in his way.

He had long since lost count of how many words he had spoken.

But He remembered that sword perfectly!

The White-Clothed Swordsman raised his hand.

The sword light pierced through the Rakshasa Divine Power, cut through the protective divine light, and landed directly on His essence!

That time, He couldn't even swing the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in time.

Divine blood spilled.

The very source has been damaged.

He relinquished his incarnation in order to return to the Divine Realm.

For many years afterward, He remained in the temple to repair the source, and never personally set foot on the Douluo Continent again.

"It's him again!"

The Rakshasa God stood up, the old wound on his chest throbbing faintly.

The sword from back then was enough to make Him pay a heavy price.

Now, that sword has changed.

That person is even stronger than before!

His divine will, left within the Demon Scythe, didn't even have a chance to escape back to the Divine Artifact!

At that very moment.

Bibi Dong's call came again through the inherited connection.

"Lord Rakshasa God!"

"Please grant me strength again!"