Douluo Continent: Huo Yuhao, but possesses the power of the Rakshasa God.

The intense light shimmered on the golden glazed tiles.

Before the magnificent, expansive, palace-like building, a boy with short black hair and deep blue eyes knelt at the building's entrance.

He looked up at the three large characters "Duke's Mansion" on the main gate of the huge building. The glaring sunlight reflected off the gate made his eyes feel uncomfortable.

A moment later, he turned to a corner of the Duke's mansion, where there was a small mound, and kowtowed heavily.

"Mother, watch over me from heaven. No matter how hard I try, one day I will return and trample everything here under my feet! From this day forward, I will take your surname! My surname is Huo, Huo Yuhao!"

After saying this, he raised his head and took a deep look at the three large characters "Duke's Mansion," his eyes filled with hatred.

The intense hatred seemed to have stirred something, and a thick purple mist began to gather over the more than three thousand acres of the duke's mansion, yet no one noticed.

Huo Yuhao stood up, patted the mud off his grayish-white trousers, and turned to leave.

One step, two steps, he walked without hesitation.

But as soon as the next step was taken, the whole world suddenly turned gray, with a pale purple veil covering the azure sky.

A strong, pungent fishy smell suddenly filled Huo Yuhao's nostrils.

"This smell...it's blood!" Huo Yuhao's eyes widened, and a trace of hatred appeared in his deep blue eyes.

How could he not be familiar with the taste of blood?

"drop!"

Suddenly, the sound of liquid dripping came, and Huo Yuhao looked up.

The trees outside the Duke's mansion began to sway eerily, and drops of scarlet liquid condensed between the leaves before dripping onto the ground.

Countless scarlet bloodstains gathered on the ground, silently coalescing into a strange totem!

It looks like a spider and also like a scythe!

In an instant, the whole world seemed to turn purple and blood red!

"De, de, de"

The heavy footsteps pounded against Huo Yuhao's eardrums and brain!

Huo Yuhao felt a sharp pain in his head, and the scene before him became distorted and unreal, twisting together in an instant, followed by endless darkness.

"Ha, another pathetic fellow. I never thought I, Bibi Dong, would have to rely on this method to eke out a living."

Her tall and slender legs gently flowed across the blood-soaked ground, yet her delicate, fair feet remained untouched by any trace of blood.

The pure white robe with gold trim looked exceptionally dignified and elegant, and his wrinkle-free face displayed a noble yet serious expression.

Rakshasa God Bibi Dong chuckled lightly, her words full of self-deprecation.

Ten thousand years ago, she perished in the war of gods, killed by Yu Xiaogang's disciple.

Only a shattered divine essence and remnants of divine will remain, clinging to life in this world by relying on the evil thoughts of the Douluo world.

After all, Rakshasa is a god who manipulates evil.

It was also thanks to Tang San that, if he hadn't destroyed the City of Slaughter and released all the evil thoughts, my remaining divine essence and divine thoughts would probably have returned to the City of Slaughter.

The Martial Soul Empire was reduced to ashes.

Fortunately, the Spirit Hall seems to have disappeared as well, and the Qian family must have vanished as well.

If there's anything I regret...

A figure appeared in Rakshasa's mind, a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes.

Over these ten thousand years, she has come to understand many things.

But what's the use?

That guy has been dead for ten thousand years, and even his most valued disciple, Tang San, is no match for him.

Even if this remaining divine essence and consciousness were to risk everything, it would be difficult to affect the high and mighty God-King.

She slowly walked to Huo Yuhao's side, her pale purple eyes quietly observing the young man before her.

But in just a moment, her expression suddenly changed!

"This guy's aura... no! This aura... it's Tang San!"

Bibi Dong's originally noble face instantly turned ferocious, and intense hatred burst forth from her eyes!

The white robe with gold trim seemed to be stained red with blood, and a strong aura of blood and evil suddenly spread from his body!

Bibi Dong gently raised her hand, and Huo Yuhao suddenly flew in front of her.

Then a slender white finger touched Huo Yuhao's body.

"Tang San, it really is you!" Bibi Dong's expression was somewhat sickly.

This little guy who entered the Rakshasa Domain has Tang San's aura on him!

He was clearly someone favored by the world's fortune, yet he ended up being tainted by Tang San's aura!

She had been holding back for far too long. Over the past ten thousand years, the memories of the divine war in her mind had been surging up constantly, almost driving her insane!

"I don't know what you're up to, but since you've set your sights on this chosen one, I certainly won't let you get away with it!"

Bibi Dong sneered, and in an instant, the entire world of light purple and blood red condensed towards Bibi Dong's fingertip, and then all of it poured into Huo Yuhao's body!

Her figure gradually became ethereal, and her blood-stained white robe turned into fragments that fluttered in the sky.

"This shattered divine essence and power can finally be put to use."

Bibi Dong looked at the boy with his brows furrowed and his face full of pain, her pale purple eyes filled with complex emotions.

Indifference, hatred, and a trace of nostalgia.

"Let this young man be my final testament. Tang San, Yu Xiaogang!"

at the same time

Spirit world

A majestic palace appeared ethereal in the soft, cloud-like glow, and within it, a handsome man in a long, splendid blue robe frowned deeply.

"The rising star on Douluo Continent seems to have changed."

"The destined trajectory is shifting."

Suddenly, a slender finger passed through Tang San's sea-blue hair, then turned and slowly touched Tang San's furrowed brow.

With a gentle rub, the tightly furrowed brows were smoothed out.

Then those arms gently lowered and rested on Tang San's shoulders.

"Third Brother, why are you frowning again?"

With a soft gasp, the owner of the voice leaned gently against Tang San's body.

Feeling the softness behind him and hearing that familiar voice, Tang San's face showed a helpless yet doting smile.

He took Xiao Wu's hand and said softly, "It's nothing, just some changes."

"About what happened on Douluo Continent?"

"Yes, the trajectory of fate in Douluo Continent has changed." Tang San nodded, a hint of coldness flashing in his deep blue eyes, but it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"By the way, where's Xiao Qi?" Xiao Wu asked softly.

"She's gone to the mortal realm, perfect for her to have some fun." Tang San chuckled, then turned and patted Xiao Wu's head. "You can go out now, I have some things to do."

Xiao Wu nodded gently, put her hands behind her back, and walked out of the palace.

After Xiao Wu left, Tang San no longer concealed the coldness and anger in his eyes.

He whispered, "I'd like to see who has such ability!"

After a moment, Tang San took a deep breath.

Because he hadn't calculated anything.

But I could vaguely sense a trace of evil, a trace of killing and destruction.

The new evil god-king is still growing, and the old god-king has been reincarnated and will not interfere with him.

The remaining deities who possess this aura and the ability to interfere are only two: one is the old Asura, which is the same as the old evil god-king.

And the other one...

His expression shifted several times in his deep blue eyes, finally settling into a gritted-teeth look.

"destroy!!!"