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Upon seeing Wang Li, Bibi Dong spoke coldly:
"Wang Li, I never expected that you, of all people, would become my greatest obstacle. I should've eliminated you after the Soul Master Tournament back then. But it's not too late. Now, the Spirit Empire is filled with my followers, who continuously offer me divine power. No matter what kind of god's inheritor you are, you'll never be a match for me."
Wang Li remained calm and composed, replying steadily:
"I'm not an inheritor of any god. In fact, if all you wanted was to unify the continent, I wouldn't have come to stop you. I actually believe unification is a good thing. But just look at the Spirit Empire now—rape, pillaging, atrocities everywhere. These acts do not reflect the people's true will."
"It was you who started this," Wang Li said firmly. "You deliberately provoked the evil within people's hearts, lured them into releasing their darkest desires, all to fuel your Rakshasa divine power. If you truly succeeded in unifying the continent, it wouldn't bring peace—it would bring ruin. That's a future I cannot allow."
Bibi Dong burst into shrill laughter, as though she'd just heard the most absurd joke:
"Hahaha… You've come here to judge me? What right do you have to point fingers at me? How could you possibly understand what I've been through? There's no one on this entire continent qualified to accuse me of anything."
"I've inherited the Rakshasa God's throne. I'm now a first-level deity—no one can stop me anymore. I will destroy this filthy world, and I will completely sever the foundation of the Angel lineage's faith."
Wang Li fell silent for a moment. The absurd drama from the original storyline really wasn't easy to comment on—depending on the perspective, it seemed like everyone had their own justified reasons.
It was just too melodramatic. A soap opera of twisted relationships—was it that Yu Xiaogang was truly that charming? Or had Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong both fallen victim to lovesick delusion? And then there was Qian Xunji, whose twisted obsession led him to assault his own disciple and father a child. This tangled mess of drama ran through the entire story like a bad fever dream.
Shaking his head with a sigh, Wang Li said:
"I won't judge your past, but I will stop your madness. If you can't be reasoned with, I do have a bit of strength myself."
Bibi Dong's expression darkened. Under the pressure of her Rakshasa divine power, Wang Li remained completely unaffected. That could only mean he was indeed a god-level powerhouse.
But something felt off. Wang Li was clearly capable of commanding the elemental forces of heaven and earth, yet there was no divine armor, no divine weapon—nothing that indicated the inheritance of a god. It was puzzling.
"Nether Rakshasa!"
Unable to figure it out but unwilling to hesitate, Bibi Dong launched an attack to probe him. Dark divine energy surged around her as she raised the Rakshasa Scythe. The massive power gathered along its blade glowed with a deep, ominous luster.
Boom!
In the sky above, as the Rakshasa Scythe cleaved through the air, it released a massive, pitch-black arc of energy hundreds of meters long. The grim aura it carried swept outward, sending chills down the spines of all who sensed it.
This was divine power in full force. The sheer destructive might of the move surpassed anything Wang Li had ever faced before. And with the Rakshasa God being a first-level deity, the pressure and aggression carried by her divine power were terrifying in their intensity.
Yet Wang Li showed no fear. Raising his left hand, he activated his hundred-thousand-year left-arm soul skill—Eternal Seal. A green light swept across the sky. When the light faded, the massive black scythe blade hundreds of meters long was completely frozen in place, suspended in midair as if time itself had stopped it.
The energy froze mid-air, as if fused with the very sky itself. The million-year soul bone could grant four soul skills, but now, all that immense power had been poured into just one skill—its might was nothing short of terrifying. And since Wang Li's own soul power had already reached divine levels, any soul skill he unleashed was automatically at the level of a divine technique.
Bibi Dong's expression shifted slightly. Without waiting for Wang Li to follow up, she launched another preemptive attack. If energy-based attacks proved useless, then she'd resort to physical force.
"Go!"
She hurled the Rakshasa Scythe into the air. The weapon began to spin rapidly mid-flight, faster and faster, eventually forming a whirling disc. The terrifying pressure it released distorted the space around it, and along the edge of the disc, a black spatial fissure became visible.
The attack surged forward—but Wang Li remained utterly unshaken. With a flick of his hand, the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear appeared. From the core of his heart, his blood and qi began to surge. Backed by tens of millions of pounds of raw strength, he swung the spear in one fluid motion and smashed the spinning Rakshasa disc clean out of the sky.
Boom!
A thunderous blast echoed. The Rakshasa Scythe was flung back at a speed even faster than it had arrived, carrying with it an immense, crushing force.
Even Bibi Dong, its master, didn't dare to catch it. She quickly dodged to the side, letting the Rakshasa Scythe fly farther and farther into the distance.
Her face went pale. She was already a god, yet she suddenly felt like a counterfeit. In their clash, her divine abilities weren't showing the overwhelming power they were supposed to possess.
Without hesitation, she brought her hands together and began forming a complex series of seals. Drawing upon the massive reservoir of Rakshasa divine power she had accumulated, Bibi Dong said coldly:
"Calamity Curse Annihilation!"
In that instant, the dark clouds above erupted with a violet light. This was Rakshasa divine power in its purest form, surging and churning, rapidly forming a massive spell formation. A cataclysmic pressure, as if the heavens themselves were collapsing, bore down on Wang Li.
"Interesting…"
Feeling the intense pressure closing in, Wang Li activated two soul skills at once:
"Eighth Divine Technique—Harmony of Heaven and Man."
"Eighth Divine Technique—Infinite Forms of Heaven and Man."
An immense number of Blue Silver Emperors sprouted wildly, rapidly converging and fusing together. In the blink of an eye, a giant over a thousand meters tall appeared, wielding a massive Blue Silver Tyrant Spear identical to Wang Li's.
The giant thrust its spear skyward. Space shattered. Its sharp edge was unstoppable. With overwhelming dominance, it pierced straight through the formation, and the immense pressure dispersed like air escaping a punctured balloon.
At that moment, Wang Li leapt onto the giant's shoulder. A closer look would reveal that the giant and Wang Li were completely identical—in both form and weapon.
Wang Li smiled, radiant with confidence and vigor:
"So this is the so-called power of a first-level god? Yes, it far surpasses a Rank 99 Titled Douluo—but its strength is still limited. It poses no threat to me."
Bibi Dong stood in stunned silence. It was true. She had become a false god. Her Rakshasa divine power—her every divine technique—had failed to leave a mark on Wang Li.
(End of Chapter)