Slaying the Master, So Satisfying!!!

"Urgh—" Qian Xunji let out a pained grunt, blood staining his pristine white robes.

He tried to mobilize his Soul Power to resist, but his severely injured body would not obey him at all. The moment Angel Soul Power entered his meridians, it was numbed by the deadly poison Bibi Dong had injected, leaving him unable to move an inch.

He could only watch helplessly as Bibi Dong walked up to him, watching the icy hatred in her eyes as fear arose in his heart for the first time.

"Bibi Dong... you dare murder your master?" he gritted out, his voice trembling. "My father will not spare you, and neither will Spirit Hall's Elder Council!"

"Qian Daoliu?" Bibi Dong sneered, reaching out to grip his chin with enough force to nearly crush his bones. "Do you think I would have come today without making preparations?"

She had waited for this day for far too long.

She had carefully calculated the timing, calculated Qian Daoliu's routine, and besides, didn't this secret chamber have an isolation formation?

Even if Qian Daoliu noticed, it would still take him a moment to get here. That was enough time for her to finish everything.

"When you did those things to me back then, why didn't you think about today?" Bibi Dong's voice was soft, but every word dripped with blood.

"You destroyed everything I had. You ruined my life. You made me carry that bastard child and live in humiliation for the rest of my life. Qian Xunji, what you owe me, you will repay in full today—with interest!"

As her words fell, she pressed her other hand against Qian Xunji's head.

Pitch-black Soul Power, carrying an aura of devouring, poured wildly through the top of his head. The Rakshasa Secret Art activated, madly swallowing his Soul Power, his bloodline origin, and the sacred power of his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

"No!" Qian Xunji let out a terrified howl. He could clearly feel his strength rapidly draining away, his soul being torn apart and devoured.

The shadow of death descended, chilling his entire body. "Dong'er... I was wrong... I know I was wrong... spare me... I'll give you the position of Pope... I'll give you everything..."

He began to beg. Before death, dignity and pride were worth nothing.

But Bibi Dong merely sneered, the force in her hand increasing rather than diminishing.

"Too late."

Could the pain he had inflicted on her truly be erased by a single apology?

Today, he had to die.

The devouring process was slow and agonizing. Qian Xunji's screams went from piercing to weak, until they were barely audible.

His body shriveled at a visible rate. His skin lost its luster, his hair rapidly turned gray-white, and in an instant, he seemed to have aged decades.

The sacred origin of the Six-Winged Angel was extracted bit by bit, transforming into the purest energy and pouring into Bibi Dong's body.

Deep within her consciousness, the Rakshasa God's Divine Will grew increasingly clear. Its cold voice resounded in her sea of consciousness:

"Not bad... Angel Origin... a perfect sacrifice..."

"The Inheritance Gate opens for you..."

Boom—

At the exact moment Qian Xunji breathed his last, Bibi Dong's sea of consciousness shook violently.

A deep violet-black passage slowly unfolded in the depths of her soul, endless sinister power and majesty spilling forth from within.

The Rakshasa God Trial had officially begun.

At the same time, a trace of terrifying divine aura inadvertently leaked from her body, breaking through the secret chamber's isolation formation and spreading toward the Worship Hall.

Deep within the Worship Hall, before the Angel God Statue.

Qian Daoliu sat cross-legged with his eyes closed in meditation, faint golden holy light swirling around him.

At this hour every day, he would meditate here, using the Angel God Statue's power to nourish his soul.

Suddenly, he snapped his eyes open, his golden pupils contracting sharply.

An incomparably evil, incomparably chilling aura came from the direction of the Pope's Courtyard. It carried a terrifying pressure that made one's heart tremble, causing even the Angel God Statue to quiver faintly and emit resistant golden light.

"Not good, Xunji!"

Qian Daoliu's expression changed drastically. Without a second thought, his figure vanished from the spot. The speed of a rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo was so extreme that even space rippled slightly. In less than a breath, he appeared outside the secret chamber in the Pope's Courtyard.

The stone door was tightly shut, yet not a single sound came from within.

Qian Daoliu raised a hand and pushed. The ten-thousand-pound stone door shattered with a deafening crash.

The sight inside made his pupils constrict, and the blood in his body nearly froze.

On the chair, Qian Xunji's entire body was shriveled like a dried corpse. He had long since stopped breathing.

His son, his only bloodline, the Pope of Spirit Hall, lay there in such a miserable state, dead with his eyes still open.

Bibi Dong stood beside the corpse, dense violet-black mist swirling around her. It was sinister, cold, and carried the terrifying pressure of a deity.

Her complexion was rosy, and her aura had surged dramatically. Clearly, she had just finished devouring the origin and was in the midst of a rapid rise in power.

"Bibi Dong!"

Qian Daoliu roared, golden Soul Power erupting around him. Terrifying Angel pressure swept through the entire secret chamber, making even the walls tremble. The fury of a rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo was enough to change the color of heaven and earth.

It had been a long time since he had been this enraged.

That was his son. No matter how disappointing or incompetent Qian Xunji had been, he was still Qian Daoliu's flesh and blood.

Yet he had died just like that, at Bibi Dong's hands, dying in such humiliation.

"You dare murder your sovereign and your master? You are courting death!"

Qian Daoliu raised his hand, condensing a golden Angel Sacred Sword. Carrying the might to judge all things, it slashed down at Bibi Dong's head.

This sword strike was fueled by rage and contained the full force of his power. Even an ordinary Titled Douluo would have been instantly slain.

Bibi Dong's pupils shrank. She immediately mobilized all her Soul Power, releasing both the Death Spider Emperor and Soul Devouring Spider Emperor Martial Souls at once. Her spider spears crossed before her.

She knew she was far from Qian Daoliu's match, but she did not show the slightest fear.

She had gambled correctly.

Qian Daoliu had arrived faster than she expected, but the Rakshasa God Trial had also begun sooner than she anticipated.

Boom—

Golden sword light collided with black Soul Power.

Bibi Dong grunted and staggered back several steps. Blood seeped from the corner of her lips, yet she was not seriously injured.

Because at the instant the sword light descended, the Rakshasa Divine Will in her sea of consciousness stirred. A violet-black barrier of divine power automatically emerged, blocking most of the attack's force.

The aura of a deity was laid bare before Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu's movements abruptly halted.

He looked at the violet-black divine power surrounding Bibi Dong and felt that ancient, evil yet incomparably noble divine pressure. His expression changed again and again.

"A Divine Trial... How do you possess the Rakshasa God Trial?"

He muttered in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock.

The Rakshasa God, a First-Level Deity, governed evil thoughts and devouring. It had fought the Angel God for tens of thousands of years.

He had only seen records of it in ancient texts. He had never imagined that Spirit Hall would produce an inheritor of the Rakshasa God.

And that inheritor was actually Bibi Dong.

Qian Daoliu's hand holding the sacred sword trembled slightly.

He wanted to kill Bibi Dong and avenge his son.

But he could not.

She was a deity's inheritor. Touching her meant becoming enemies with an ancient deity. Even as a Limit Douluo and the Angel God's High Priest, he could not bear a deity's wrath.

Moreover, he had not been able to contact his ancestors for a long time and could not receive any support from the deity. If he angered the Rakshasa God, all of Spirit Hall—even the entire Qian Clan—could face utter destruction.

More importantly...

Qian Daoliu's gaze shifted away from Bibi Dong and fell upon Qian Xunji's shriveled corpse, pain stabbing through his heart.

Xunji was already dead. He no longer had a son.

Xue'er no longer had a father.

If he killed Bibi Dong as well, Xue'er would no longer have a mother either.

That child was only six years old. She had already lost her father; she could not lose her mother too.

Even if that mother had never given her much warmth, she was still her biological mother.