Douluo Continent: I, the world's greatest immortal master, have taken Ning Rongrong as my disci

Chapter 345 Slapping the Hand: The Contrasting Rakshasa Goddess and Angel Goddess
"Rakshasa God, speak!"

"Don't pretend you can't hear me! I know you can hear me!"

"Teacher Su is the most important person in my life. You can test me, but you cannot harm Teacher Su. Otherwise, I will destroy your inheritance realm!"

After learning about Su Ran's situation from Ning Rongrong, Bibi Dong immediately went to the land of Rakshasa God's inheritance.

Standing atop piles of white bones, Bibi Dong's martial spirit manifested, her spider spear pointing directly at the Rakshasa statue.

At this time, thanks to the medicine and cultivation techniques left behind by Su Ran, Bibi Dong's body has recovered to its peak condition, and even reached a higher level.

Not only did he break through the bottleneck of level 99 and reach the realm of demigod, but he also obtained a soul bone that was no less valuable than the torso bone of a 100,000-year-old soft-boned rabbit.

When one is at the peak of their life, they naturally have no fear of demons and monsters.

To secure a glimmer of hope for you, I dare to challenge the gods to destroy our heritage.

"If you hear this, give it a response. Remember, he's one of my men."

This was the first time Bibi Dong had rebuked Rakshasa God. Usually, she would be very respectful here, after all, this was the place where she truly reversed her life and soared to new heights.

But this time, her attitude was very firm.

In fact, Bibi Dong was just being stubborn, giving Rakshasa God a message and letting her know that Teacher Su was not fighting alone!
After all, she had absolutely no way to deal with a god-level expert.

Surprisingly, shortly after Bibi Dong finished speaking, the Rakshasa statue that had been standing there began to move.

Coincidentally, just like the angel statue in the Hall of Worship in Wuhun City, the Rakshasa statue twisted its body, put its legs together, and knelt on the ground, seemingly apologizing to the world, or begging for mercy from its master.

Upon witnessing this scene, Bibi Dong was utterly shocked and somewhat confused about what was happening.

Bibi Dong coughed, her tone softening considerably:
"Ahem, it's good that you know you're wrong, but you don't need to be so servile. After all, you are a god, and you once gave me an opportunity, so you have done me a favor. Even if you are wrong, you don't need to kneel before me. Stand up."

It is said that statues of deities are often a reflection of the deity's inner world, and the atmosphere and posture of the statues will resemble the deity's soul more closely.

Bibi Dong spoke, but the Rakshasa statue did not react at all.

This made Bibi Dong's stunningly beautiful face slightly embarrassed:
"Get up! What kind of deity kneels before the inheritor?"

"Now that I am Teacher Taoyuan, I am not the kind of person who is unreasonable and bullies the gods."

"..."

Silence, utter silence.

……

Spirit world.

The God of Destruction and the God of Asura fought each other all the way to the vicinity of Douluo Star.

But when they arrived, the ancient peach tree that stood majestically in the starry sky had disappeared, and Su Ran, the Angel God, and the Rakshasa God were nowhere to be seen. Only a few peach petals remained, quietly floating on the nebula.

The two returned empty-handed, without even catching a glimpse of the Peach Blossom Goddess.

Upon learning of this, the Goddess of Life, having returned to her abode at the Tree of Life and carefully groomed herself, was filled with regret:

"Oh dear, what should we do?"

"Could it be that the Angel Goddess and the Rakshasa Goddess have captured the Peach Blossom Goddess?"

"These two deities didn't know their own strength and must have seriously injured the Peach Blossom Goddess."

"Xiao Zi, you must bring him back as quickly as possible, otherwise my SAP medicine will slowly lose its effectiveness."

"Spa medicine? What's that? I've never seen you use it before."

"This is my newly developed men's healing medicine. It can relax and heal people who are seriously injured or mentally exhausted... In short, it's very good and comfortable."

"So powerful? I've been managing all the affairs of the God Realm lately and I'm feeling a bit tired. Why don't I try the medicine first?"

"This...this won't do. This is a special formula I made for the Goddess of Peach Blossom. It will bring misfortune to anyone else who uses it."

"Is that right?"

"Yes, so the most urgent thing we should do is find out where the Angel God and the Rakshasa God took the Peach Blossom Goddess." "That's not difficult. We can find out by using the Star Screen to adjust the time and check their movement trajectory."

"Sigh, then hurry up and go. I'm so worried that the Angel God and the Rakshasa God will hurt him. The God Realm hasn't had any outstanding new blood for so many years. I have a feeling that he will definitely become the most outstanding new god in the God Realm."

……

"Ah~"

"Oh~"

"Little Peach Blossom, you're so clever! How did you know I like the feeling of being tamed?"

"Harder~ It feels so tingly~"

"hiss--"

In a subordinate plane of the divine realm, the Holy Demon Continent.

A picturesque paradise, with flowing streams, birdsong, and fragrant flowers.

Before a young man dressed in white, two beautiful women with completely opposite temperaments, one radiant and one shrouded in darkness, knelt before him.

The Rakshasa goddess, dressed in a purple-black gauze dress, kneels in a seductive pose, sparking the imagination.

She was being lectured by the Peach Blossom Youth's dogmatic teachings, and her words were full of suggestive sounds.

The angel watching from the side had a strange feeling—it seemed like she wasn't being beaten, but rather cultivating feelings. Her eyes were full of confusion. How could being beaten feel so good?
Not long ago, she, a first-class goddess of the divine realm, the angel goddess, and this slutty woman in front of her—the Rakshasa goddess—joined forces to attack this Peach Blossom Goddess.

They were full of confidence and thought they would win, but after they started fighting, the Peach Blossom Goddess's swordsmanship was extremely mysterious and strange. Not only could she accurately find the weak points of their attacks, but every move was also just right. She used very profound techniques to knock away their angelic holy sword and death scythe.

That move, I think it's called: God-Breaking Sword Style.

No one would believe it if I told them:

Our two first-level main gods had their divine artifacts stolen by someone who had just entered the divine realm, and now they were no longer under their control.

These two useless divine artifacts are like lapdogs, completely submissive to being trained. Where is the arrogance of the main god?

Seeing the groveling and servile appearance of the Angelic Sword and the Death Scythe, both the Angel God and the Rakshasa God were speechless.

At this moment, their hands and feet were all bound by peach blossom locks. Although this did not affect their normal movement, it did affect the flow of divine power within their bodies.

This peach blossom lock is no ordinary object; it is Su Ran's deity, the Master Craftsman. After the Master Craftsman evolved into a divine artifact, it was no longer just a hand bone, but a rare treasure that could change shape at will and form ingenious mechanisms.

The Heavenly Peach Blossom Lock is one of the divine skills of the Heavenly Craftsman.

Although the Rakshasa God and the Angel God have tormented me countless times, Su Ran is still a person with great love.

He immediately adopted the demeanor of a strict teacher, and with a reprimand, he actually intimidated the Rakshasa Goddess and the Angel Goddess. Their knees trembled, and they submitted to Su Ran, no longer daring to act presumptuously.

They slapped each of their hands one by one.

The Rakshasa Goddess initially felt a bit of a thrill from the first few blows, and had a seductive look on her face.

But as the force increased, she could no longer sway.

His face was contorted from the beating, and he kept crying out in pain.

The angels were even more ashamed.

As the God of Light, when has he ever been disciplined like this? And even had his hands slapped?
If word gets out, she'll be laughed at to death.

But ironically, the person who struck him on the hand was Master Su.

This made her lower her proud head without realizing it, her pure face flushed slightly, and her eyes welled up with tears of grievance.
"How could you... how could you do this to me? I am an angel! A sacred faith!"

"This is so humiliating, you...you're so mean."

“Hiss~ It hurts!”

(End of this chapter)