He nodded, a playful smile on his face.
"I thought reaching the peak of First-Level God would be impressive enough for you.
I never expected you to become a God King outright.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
That boy Fang Fan certainly inherited my eye for talent."
"Inherited it from you?"
Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow, her smile faintly mocking.
"Of course he did."
The Evil God King sounded entirely sure of himself.
"I spotted him first.
That old fossil Destruction only came along later.
Well, now that you're a God King, there's no need to keep this Rakshasa Temple.
Go back to the mortal world and give that Asura Old Ghost something to worry about.
I'd like to see his face when he learns you've become a God King."
He spoke lightly, but murderous intent had already stirred in his eyes, like a snake slowly swishing its tail beneath dark waters as it waited for prey to draw near.
Bibi Dong said nothing more.
She looked back at the God King Throne, now one with her, then at the Rakshasa Temple that had imprisoned her for half her life. For a moment, her gaze turned distant.
Here, Asura had toyed with her, the Divine Test had tormented her, and Evil Thought had eaten away at her.
Now it was all over.
She was no longer Rakshasa's puppet, nor anyone's pawn.
She was the Rakshasa God King.
She herself was now one of the laws that governed this world.
The cold wind still wailed through the Rakshasa Temple, but it no longer dared approach the woman standing at its heart.
Clad in black-and-gold Divine Attire, with the God King Throne flickering into view behind her, she looked as though she stood before a throne rising from the depths of