"Rakshasa God..."
At the sight of those words, Bibi Dong was stunned for a long while.
The inheritance she was secretly undergoing was indeed that of the Rakshasa God, but she had never expected Chu Bai to say that Tang Hao, a mere Titled Douluo, possessed the strength to contend with her.
Why was that?
[How could that Exploding Ring and Great Sumeru Hammer even dare call themselves divine skills? Isn't that just pure bullshit? They're way too flimsy, and the gods are weak as hell, yet Tang Hao acts all high and mighty over it.]
[If you were really capable, shouldn't one hammer blow punch a hole through Douluo Continent? And that idiot Qian Renxue too.]
Qian Renxue: "???"
"No, what grudge do I even have against you? Fine, you roast me every time, but do you have to insult me too?"
Qian Renxue was practically laughing from sheer anger.
[At least you're the Angel God, a Level One God. When you went after Tang San, I really should praise you for having a brain—you tried to kill him before he had the chance to grow. But what the hell did you do?]
[You fucking went over there and made a bet with him?! Then you lost the bet, got your heart pierced through, and could only give him three days to escape. Sis, if you love betting that much, just find someone and bet whether there's a bullet in their gun. Why did you have to bet against the Son of Destiny?]
[Aren't you just a complete joke? Calling you love-brained would be giving you too much credit, you fucking idiot!]
Qian Renxue felt like vomiting blood.
Was my future self really that suicidal???
Her face was full of question marks. She simply could not believe that her