"It's over!"
The Rakshasa God's hollow, icy gaze locked onto the solitary figure in white. His words still echoed between heaven and earth, but in his heart, he had already written Lan Changsheng's final sentence.
Bibi Dong stood beside the deity's enormous divine manifestation, dark divine radiance flowing around her. Her chest heaved violently as she stared fixedly at Lan Changsheng, her excited fingers digging deep into her palms from the force.
"Lan Changsheng!" Bibi Dong called out, her voice trembling uncontrollably, wrapped in the satisfaction of revenge. "Weren't you so composed just now? Didn't you say you were only going to kill me because I was getting in your way?"
Lan Changsheng did not answer immediately. He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping toward the Soul Fighting Arena below and settling on the tiny figure in the center of the platform, covered in blood and tears and trembling nonstop. Chi Wang was still kneeling in a pool of blood, his little shoulders jerking, not even daring to cry aloud.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Bibi Dong sneered and stepped forward, Rakshasa divine power surging around her. "Where's that look you had just now, as though everything was in the palm of your hand? Did you think you could cut me down whenever you wanted? Did you think all my struggles, all my suffering, were nothing but a ridiculous farce?"
"You're overthinking it."
Bibi Dong suddenly threw back her head and laughed, the shrill sound echoing through the sky.
"If not for this world, if not for Qian Xunji, if fate hadn't trampled me into the mud again and again, how could I have ended up here today? I fought desperately to grow stronger, climbed step by step to the position of Pope, endured so much pain, and finally managed