Watching the master and disciple "plot" in plain sight, Bibi Dong's lips twitched.
According to that black demigod Soul Entity, he seemed capable of controlling her and turning her into that young man's... servant?!!
As though she were nothing more than a tool.
"A mere mortal dares dream of enslaving a deity?" Bibi Dong sneered, the murderous aura around her growing ever denser. "Though I have fallen, my body shattered and my divine sense damaged, with only a remnant left within this divine artifact, I am still a deity!"
She had been the Supreme Pontiff, a figure who had nearly unified the continent ten thousand years ago.
Then she had ascended to godhood. Even a mere fragment of her divine sense erupted with the pressure of a true god.
"You two insolent wretches, kneel!"
Pressure as vast as the ocean surged toward them.
Yet Xu Cheng merely smiled, studying the imposing Rakshasa God in midair as though sizing up prey.
"Heh, Rakshasa God, if you still possessed your full strength, I could naturally do nothing to you. But now? A mere remnant soul, barely kept from dissipating by the nourishment of a divine artifact, dares bark before me?"
Electrolux spoke indifferently.
He raised his palm, and the entire world seemed to stir. Countless wisps of black mist gathered, converging toward the center like strands of thread until they formed an enormous pitch-black hand.
"This is my world!"
The next instant.
Bibi Dong's expression turned horrified.
"This is... the aura of death, authority over death? No, I remember there was no Death God in the Divine Realm before I fell! Just who are you?"
"There wasn't one before, but there is now, isn't there?" Electrolux said with a chuckle.
"With sun and moon in hand, I pluck the stars; no one