Douluo Continent: Dragon's Journey Across the World

Inside a black hole above Wuhun City, as time passed, Tang San's body seemed to gradually change. His entire body seemed to gradually merge with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, and his spirit rings and spirit bones seemed to be transformed by the Rakshasa God's power.

After an unknown amount of time, the Rakshasa God inheritance assessment finally came to an end.

Tang San exuded a terrifying purple aura, which even carried a hint of madness.

After Tang San opened his eyes, he felt that his strength had become unprecedented. In his eyes, ordinary Soul Masters, even Limit Douluo, were like ants. This was the difference between gods and humans.

The Rakshasa god in the space seemed to be excited, even though it was only a wisp of divine thought. Now that he had finally passed on the divine position, it was as if he himself had been liberated.

Tang San, holding the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Lord Rakshasa God. I will certainly live up to your expectations, defeat the hypocritical Angel God, and make Rakshasa God the strongest god."

Rakshasa God revealed a strange smile: "Tang San, I am satisfied with your talent and evil aura, but the current situation is a bit beyond my expectations. You'd better run for your life."

After the Rakshasa God finished speaking, this wisp of divine thought seemed to gradually dissipate in the space.

Now that Rakshasa God has passed on his divine position, he can no longer stay in the Douluo World or the Douluo God Realm.

Tang San's mind was filled with doubts. Rakshasa God had always hated Angel God, so why didn't he care about the Angel God's successor becoming a god? Why didn't he care about the outcome of his battle with the new Angel God?

During the process of receiving the divine throne, because the angel god and the rakshasa god are inherently opposed, he seemed to vaguely sense that the angel god had already become a god before him, but he was not disturbed during the process of becoming a god, which was a bit unexpected.

Especially now that Tang San has become a god, he understands the power of gods even more, and it is not difficult for them to interrupt his inheritance.

Just then, the black space around Tang San seemed to gradually dissipate, and he himself returned to Douluo Continent.

However, Tang San carefully sensed the battlefield of Spirit City with his divine power and found that the entire battlefield had undergone tremendous changes. He could no longer sense Bibi Dong's aura, nor even the aura of the new Angel God.

What disappointed him even more was that the auras of his uncle and the others from the Haotian Sect had also vanished without a trace.

Moreover, since he had already become a god, how could the Rakshasa god tell him to run for his life? No one in this world would ever be qualified to tell him to run away again.

Just then, Tang San seemed to sense a strange gaze directed at him; it was Yang Ping'an.

Yang Ping'an looked at Tang San with a half-smile: "Tang San, no, I should call you Rakshasa God. I've waited for you for so long, and you've finally completed the Rakshasa God inheritance."

Tang San looked puzzled: "Yang Ping'an, weren't you dead a long time ago? And where are my uncle and the others? What about Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue?"

Yang Ping'an smiled slightly: "I'm really sorry, but I was so bored while waiting that I wiped out the entire Haotian Sect ahead of time. Of course, I also helped you wipe out all the experts of the Martial Soul Empire. Bibi Dong and your teacher Yu Xiaogang are dead, and even the new Angel God has fallen."

Tang San's eyes instantly filled with rage: "Yang Ping'an, how dare you! You actually dared to kill my teacher and my uncle! I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"

Tang San exuded an endless purple aura, as if the entire world had been dyed purple. An evil aura filled the entire world, and ordinary people who touched it would feel as if they had fallen into an abyss. This was the Rakshasa Domain of the Rakshasa God, also known as the Rakshasa Domain.

Especially under the influence of the Rakshasa Domain, Tang San's divine power seemed to have been greatly enhanced, especially with the appearance of a huge Rakshasa Ghost King illusion behind him, which seemed to be the most evil and terrifying thing in the world.

Yang Ping'an merely snorted coldly, stood up directly from his seat, and exuded an endless blood-red aura. A gigantic figure, resembling a demon, even appeared, radiating a terrifying killing intent like that of a demon god.

The entire sky was instantly split in two, and even space itself seemed to be about to collapse.

At this moment, Tang San was extremely surprised: "The Asura Demon Sword, I never thought the Asura Demon Sword would fall into your hands, and you actually inherited the position of the Asura God."

Yang Ping'an said, "Your great-grandfather Tang Chen schemed for a long time to leave this Asura Demon Sword to you. It's a pity you didn't inherit the position of the Asura God, but instead inherited the position of the Rakshasa God. I wonder if he will die with regrets?"

Tang San was furious: "You are not worthy to speak of my great-grandfather. My great-grandfather was known as the number one martial arts master in the world, invincible on land."

Yang Ping'an didn't care about anything else and directly swung the Asura Demon Sword. The entire world shattered inch by inch, and the entire Rakshasa Domain seemed to be split open by the terrifying killing aura. Even Tang San seemed to feel a fatal danger.

Seeing Yang Ping'an's all-out attack, Tang San gripped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and tried his best to defend, but the blood-red sword light formed by the Asura Demon Sword was countless times stronger than Tang San's, as if it were a crushing defeat on a level.

With just one move, Tang San was sent flying thousands of meters, and a trickle of blood even flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The giant Rakshasa Ghost King that Tang San originally controlled was actually cleaved in two by a single sword strike. The terrifying killing aura eroded the Rakshasa Ghost King inch by inch, and it quickly turned into nothingness.

Tang San's eyes showed disbelief. He couldn't believe that the gap between the two gods was so great, and that he couldn't even withstand a single move.

"Impossible! How could you be so strong? I don't believe it."

Tang San roared and swung the huge scythe in his hand with all his might. A strange scene appeared. The purple light that had belonged to his Rakshasa Domain in the sky swept down with the swing of the giant scythe and condensed into a giant purple blade that was hundreds of meters long.

Tang San had clearly used all his strength; this move was the Netherworld Rakshasa, a divine skill inherited from the Rakshasa God.

Yang Ping'an revealed a hint of disdain, and instantly transformed into a huge blood-red figure, wielding a blood-red giant sword that was a thousand meters long. He swung the sword with all his might, and the entire world was instantly cleaved in two. In particular, countless sword energies seemed to fly out from this sword, eventually forming a huge blood-red character for "kill". All the characters for "kill" condensed together to form a terrifying giant sword.

The giant purple blade, hundreds of meters long, and the blood-red greatsword collided in the sky. The original purple aura seemed to gradually dissolve and eventually turn into nothingness, while the blood-red greatsword continued to strike Tang San.

A hint of fear flashed in Tang San's eyes. He used all his strength to form an invisible barrier in front of him, seemingly capable of withstanding attacks from all things in the world. It was the Forbidden Barrier, a divine technique inherited from the Rakshasa God.

However, the blood-red greatsword seemed unstoppable in the face of this invisible barrier, and the entire barrier was shattered into pieces in an instant, as if it were made of paper.

Before Tang San could prepare to attack again, a blood-red longsword was already firmly placed on his Rakshasa Demon Scythe. Even with his best efforts, he seemed unable to withstand the attack of the blood-red longsword.

Tang San gritted his teeth, and countless blood-red Blue Silver Grasses appeared on his body, as if they were about to engulf Yang Ping'an and himself. In particular, these Blue Silver Grasses seemed to have a terrifying devouring aura, capable of even devouring divine power.

At the same time, Tang San controlled a blood-red Clear Sky Hammer to appear in his left hand, seemingly blocking the Asura Demon Sword and trying his best to resist Yang Ping'an's attack.

But Yang Ping'an couldn't care less about that now. His eyes were blood red, and he exuded a terrifying killing aura. The entire sky seemed to be dyed blood red.

In particular, Yang Ping'an exuded endless killing intent, all of which seemed to condense into long swords, instantly severing the Blue Silver Grass that was trying to attack him.

However, Tang San took this opportunity to use the force of his retreat to block Yang Ping'an's attack. But he was forced back several thousand meters, and a terrifying sword wound appeared on his chest, from which countless drops of golden blood flowed.

At this moment, Tang San finally understood why Rakshasa God had let him escape. In terms of strength, the difference between the two was too great. He could even sense that Yang Ping'an hadn't used his full strength at all; otherwise, even the Douluo Continent might not have been able to withstand it.

Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth, and said, "Yang Ping'an, although you are powerful, if I want to run, you might not be able to catch me. Not to mention, my Blue Silver Grass can replenish its divine power by absorbing other things. We are all gods, why fight to the death?"

Yang Ping'an sneered: "Devour? Then I'll show you what true despair is."

A terrifying black aura suddenly emanated from Yang Ping'an, seemingly incongruous with his original blood-red aura yet perfectly integrated. The Asura Demon Sword in his hand transformed into a black scythe, making him appear like the Grim Reaper.

Tang San's Rakshasa power and even his Rakshasa domain seemed to dissolve at an extremely fast speed, as if they were being swallowed up by Yang Ping'an's black aura.

At this moment, Tang San was filled with fear and turned to leave, especially since he had pushed his divine power to the limit and even used a certain footwork, like a purple light.

But at that moment, a black aura filled the entire sky, and the whole world seemed to be dyed black. Even though Tang San was flying at full speed, he felt as if he were in a black cage.

Before Tang San could react, Yang Ping'an, who had been behind him, suddenly appeared in front of him, and a black scythe on his wrist slashed at him.

Tang San gritted his teeth, gripping the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, trying his best to block Yang Ping'an's attack. However, Yang Ping'an's attack seemed to have a terrifying aura. Tang San felt as if he were facing life and death, and as if he were seeing his past and present lives.

When the sky returned to calm, a black scythe had already pierced Tang San's chest. Even though he was the Rakshasa God, his divine power seemed to have been completely devoured, and his body was even rapidly dissolved by the black aura.

Tang San's eyes seemed to be filled with resentment and despair. As a chosen one of heaven and the new Rakshasa God, he could not believe that he would die here and be powerless to fight back.

Yang Ping'an remained calm as he forcefully pulled out the Grim Reaper's Scythe.

As Yang Ping'an pulled the Grim Reaper's Scythe from Tang San's body, Tang San's entire divine body seemed to begin to crumble inch by inch, eventually turning into nothingness.

Yang Ping'an casually grabbed and directly took away the Rakshasa God's Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

The people underground seemed to be watching the divine battle between Yang Ping'an and Tang San. Throughout the entire process, Yang Ping'an could be said to have killed the Rakshasa God with almost no bloodshed, taking only a few moves.

On the battlefield of Martial Soul City, it seemed as if countless people were kneeling, all seemingly shouting, "Long live the God of Asura! Long live the God of Asura!"

Yang Ping'an shook his head, transformed into a figure, and returned to his original chair, sitting down calmly throughout the entire process, as if he had done something insignificant. (End of Chapter)