The Final Frenzy: Who Dares Kill Me!

Dark clouds blanketed the sky as wind and thunder raged. Bolts of lightning like silver serpents tore through the clouds, casting Spirit Hall into alternating light and shadow.

Though the Angel God's phantom protected all of Spirit Hall, everyone knew the battle inside the Papal Palace, hidden by the Angel Legion's Holy Light Isolation Formation, would soon be decided.

Above the ruins of the Papal Palace, the Rakshasa Scythe and the North Wind Sword collided fiercely once more.

Bibi Dong swung the Rakshasa Scythe in a frenzy. Rakshasa Divine Power, steeped in corruption, poured endlessly from her body, dyeing the space around her an eerie purple-black.

Qian Juechen stood on the Houtu Sword, dividing his attention between two attacks. He controlled the Void Sword, launching slashes without warning, while wielding the North Wind Sword at the blinding speed of Extreme Wind to clash again and again with her Rakshasa Scythe, which moved so fast it nearly left afterimages.

Bolstered by a brief surge of Rakshasa Divine Power, Bibi Dong held off Qian Juechen's assault. Even within his Sword Domain, she seemed to be gaining the upper hand.

But as time passed, no matter how she attacked, she could not deal him any real damage. The Rakshasa Divine Power within her was nearly spent and had begun to run wild—a sign that she was about to exhaust herself.

If she used up all her Divine Power now, she would soon enter a period of crippling weakness. Then she would be a lamb awaiting slaughter, entirely at the mercy of the Qian family.

She could lose the Pope's Position and temporarily relinquish her power in Spirit Hall, but she could never lose her freedom—or the Divine Position she had fought so hard to obtain.

Those were her hopes of turning everything around!

With another furious shout, Bibi Dong unleashed Eternal Creation, forcing Qian Juechen back just far enough to give herself a moment to breathe.

Yet the instant Qian Juechen evaded Eternal Creation, he swung his sword again. Countless sword shadows closed in on her. He had no intention of letting this madwoman rest. He meant to torment her until she had no strength left to live or fight.

He would make her watch her vitality fade bit by bit, the Divine Position that should have been hers slip away, and the future she had planned dissolve before her eyes. That would be the cruelest punishment of all.

"Bibi Dong, will you still not bow your head? You're Xue'er's mother. For her sake, I'll go no further today than destroying your spirit and imprisoning you for eternity. I'll spare your wretched life so you can witness Spirit Hall's prosperity—and watch your old lovers become defeated dogs at my hands."

"But if you persist in this folly, losing your spirit will be the least of your troubles." Qian Juechen said it only to unsettle Bibi Dong's conflicted heart.

He had come with his sword drawn today. There was no chance he would let Bibi Dong live.

As for Xue'er, he could only apologize.

Whether for Spirit Hall or for the Angel God, he could not allow someone as treacherous and corrupt as Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God's successor, to remain alive.

And there was their blood feud. Bibi Dong had killed their father. She was Qian Renxue's mother, but she had no such bond with Qian Juechen.

Between him and Bibi Dong, there was only hatred. Only her death could settle it. Qian Xunji might not have been a great man in his eyes, but he was his father in name. Qian Juechen had to avenge him.

Hearing the young man continue his attempts to shake her resolve, Bibi Dong's face twisted. She laughed wildly. "Boy, you're strong. So what? Do you think you can kill me today?"

"You're just like your father—a beast worse than a pig or dog. Perhaps you don't know: I killed him. He should have been honored to serve as fuel for my path to godhood."

After another clash with Qian Juechen, Bibi Dong used the recoil to retreat several dozen yards, then threw back her head and laughed like a madwoman again.

"And have you forgotten someone? I'm Xue'er's mother."

"If you truly try to kill me today, do you think your grandfather Qian Daoliu will stand by and do nothing?" Bibi Dong grew more excited with every word. She seemed to have found a way to win.

Qian Juechen raised an eyebrow, but his sword did not slow. He struck at her again and again without mercy.

Bibi Dong dodged several successive slashes, panting hard as she continued, "That old man values Xue'er more than his own life. She's the finest heir of this generation of the Qian family, the one most likely to inherit the Angel God's Divine Position."

"She's nothing like you, an outsider who never awakened the Angel Spirit. As long as Xue'er lives, I'm her mother. Do you think Qian Daoliu would let you take my life, for Xue'er's sake?"

"He wouldn't!" Bibi Dong practically roared.

"He never would!"

"Hahahahaha!"

She seemed to have glimpsed a way out of certain death. As long as Qian Daoliu remained and Qian Renxue was still the Qian family's hope, Bibi Dong would always have protection within Spirit Hall—a shield against execution.

Qian Renxue was the apple of Qian Daoliu's eye, the most gifted member of the Qian family in generations and the one most likely to inherit the Angel God's Divine Position. Everything the Qian family and Spirit Hall possessed would have to give way for her.

Even if Bibi Dong lost today, she would survive. With Xue'er's place in Qian Daoliu's heart and the Rakshasa God's inheritance, she might even rise again.

"When my Divine Power runs out, let's see whether you truly dare kill me. Better yet, let's see whether your own grandfather stops you when you finally decide to strike!"

"Hahaha!"

Her deranged laughter echoed through the Holy Light Isolation Formation.

In midair before the Angel God's statue, several priests glanced unobtrusively at Qian Daoliu, who stood at the center. They, too, were thinking about what Bibi Dong had said.

If it came to that, would the Grand Priest allow Juechen to kill this madwoman?

The priests seemed to know the answer instinctively: probably not.

Qian Daoliu himself remained standing in silence, but the slight twitch in his face betrayed his turmoil.

After hearing the woman's frenzied words, Qian Juechen lowered his sword. He had to admit that over the years, she had come to understand the people of Spirit Hall thoroughly. She knew exactly how to hold them in her grasp—even his grandfather, Spirit Hall's Grand Priest.

Unfortunately for her, she faced him today. If she was still lost in the fantasy that she would survive, still dreaming of rising again, he would shatter those hopes with his own hands.

Qian Juechen's eyes blazed. Her words had truly enraged him, and making him angry would cost her dearly.

His first, second, third, and sixth spirit rings lit up. The three black rings and one red ring shone together as brilliant elemental divine light surged into the sky.

The Elemental Sword Casket on his back shook violently. Four swords shot out of it and came to rest before him. He caught the swords of water and fire in his hands.

They were the Heaven-Burning Sword, the Water-Ice Sword, the North Wind Sword, and the Light Sword.