Douluo Continent: Blue Silver Twins, the younger sister Tang San!

Chapter 95 Rakshasa and Death, Bibi Dong Torn Apart.

"Not what? You hypocritical woman, you deceived me!"

Yu Xiaogang's face was distorted and deformed, and his voice became distorted and harsh.

"For power, you actually had an affair with Qian Xunji and even gave birth to a bastard child. You filthy and lowly whore, you deserve to die a horrible death."

"No! Xiao Gang—" Bibi Dong cried, shaking her head desperately.

Then the illusion changed, and Qian Xunji's figure appeared, staring fiercely at Bibi Dong, his sharp fangs gleaming with a sinister light.

"The Spirit Hall nurtured you for decades so that you could inherit the position of Pope. Yet you betrayed the Spirit Hall for a mere outsider, and even went so far as to sell core secrets out of sheer madness."

"You ungrateful wretch! Since you refuse to repent, don't blame me for being ruthless and leaving my family line to atone for our karmic debt."

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Terrifying waves of soul power swept through the entire room. Bibi Dong roared madly, wishing she could tear Qian Xunji's figure to shreds.

Two ferocious and terrifying phantoms appeared behind Bibi Dong; they were the Death Spider Emperor and Soul Devouring Spider Emperor martial souls, exuding overwhelming killing intent.

"Qian Xunji, you beast, die!!!"

Bibi Dong's three pairs of long, sharp spider legs, like blades drawn from their sheaths, lashed out wildly at Qian Xunji's figure.

The malice of the Rakshasa god surged forth like a monstrous wave, chilling and terrifying.

Bibi Dong's eyes grew increasingly fierce and manic.

Buzz!

Above the sky, a jet-black stream of flame roared down, carrying the aura of death. Ignoring all the defensive barriers of the Spirit Hall, it struck Bibi Dong directly between the eyebrows.

Boom!

A loud bang erupted from Bibi Dong's mental world.

Bibi Dong suddenly leaned back and fell to the ground unconscious.

The spider pattern that appeared on her forehead split into two spiderwebs that spread out like blooming mandalas, and an aura of malice and death filled her entire spiritual world.

Within the sea of consciousness.

A dark figure, radiating endless malice, wielded a black-purple demonic scythe and slashed fiercely at the uninvited guest who had barged in.

Clang clang clang one!

Black smoke splashed in like flames.

A dark-colored staff appeared out of nowhere, blocking the attack of the demonic scythe.

The staff is wrapped in spiral bone patterns, and the head is shaped like a jackal's head holding a crescent moon. A dark bead is embedded in the jackal's mouth, exuding an aura of death.

The Rakshasa's divine sense emitted a series of overlapping voices: "Death, this is my chosen successor, get out of my way!"

A cold, male voice rang out: "Rakshasa, your true form has long since perished, leaving only this wisp of divine consciousness to survive, attempting to devour the soul of your successor and commit such a deceitful act. Don't you feel ashamed?"

This divine thought of the Rakshasa god, having lost control of its Rakshasa status, had completely degenerated into evil, and snarled, "It is precisely because my true form has perished and I have lost my divine authority that my interference in human affairs is not against the rules. On the contrary, you, meddling in other people's business, aren't you afraid of being punished by the law-enforcing gods?!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, how pathetic, Rakshasa."

"Now that the gods have descended to earth, the energy of heaven and earth on Douluo Star is surging and boiling like water, yet you are as ignorant and unaware as a mortal. How pitiful and lamentable."

The God of Death transformed into a robust humanoid body, over three meters tall, covered in dark, bone-inlaid Death God armor, and wielding the main artifact—the Netherworld Judgment Scepter!

He looked at the remaining evil thoughts of the Rakshasa god with compassion in his eyes and spoke slowly.

"Considering we were once colleagues, I'll give you a chance."

Rakshasa sneered maliciously, but did not rush to make a move.

Death: "This woman is extremely compatible with my divine position; I want her to be my successor."

Rakshasa hissed maliciously, "What a joke! She's my prey, why should I give her to you!"

Death calmly said, "Although your evil thought is of the same level as mine, in a real fight, at most it will perish together with this divine thought of mine."

"But I can continuously send down divine thoughts. What about you? Once this evil thought is extinguished, it will never have a chance to be reborn."

This is of course impossible. The God Realm Committee has only approved the descent of a single divine thought of the gods. If they perish, they will truly be unable to participate in the grand golden age that is about to unfold on Douluo Star.

This was an unprecedented spectacle, one that hadn't been seen in tens of thousands of years, and no god in the divine realm wanted to miss it.

Some deities are simply there for entertainment; they merely pay attention without participating.

Some deities, however, use this opportunity to cultivate successors, thereby breaking free from the constraints of their divine positions and gaining a new life.

The God of Death is the latter; he is an ancient acquired deity in the divine realm, who wields the law of death judgment.

But his weariness of the divine position had long since reached its peak.

Now, the energy of heaven and earth on Douluo Star is being influenced by the gods and is gradually becoming more vibrant and abundant.

Cultivating in such a prosperous era is twice as effective with half the effort, making it the perfect time to train a successor. How could the God of Death possibly miss this opportunity?

Rakshasa's evil intentions had no way of knowing about the divine realm.

Faced with such a blatant threat from the god of death, Rakshasa gritted his teeth in hatred, yet knew in his heart that what the other party said was true.

However, since losing his divine authority, Rakshasa's evil thoughts have been influenced by the remaining divine power, becoming increasingly frenzied and violent, making it impossible for him to think calmly and rationally.

However, Rakshasa's desire to live made him unwilling to fight the god of death.

Rakshasa gritted his teeth, consumed by malice.

"Death, if you promise not to interfere further or meddle in my Rakshasa lineage, I am willing to share this body with you."

Death calmly replied, "That's fine, but the succession to godhood is always unique. How can you and I share it?"

Rakshasa's malevolent eyes gleamed with boundless madness as he sneered, "That's easy, just cut her in half, won't you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rakshasa raised the projection of the main divine artifact in his hand—the Rakshasa Demon Scythe—and slashed fiercely at Bibi Dong's consciousness.

"Are you crazy?"

Death's expression froze for a moment.

The next moment, a tearing sound rang out from the level of consciousness.

Like silk being torn apart, with a piercing tearing sound, Bibi Dong's consciousness was split in two.

A huge chasm appeared in the ocean of consciousness.

Half of it was occupied by the mad and violent evil thoughts of the Rakshasa.

Half of it was shrouded in an aura of death.

Rakshasa thought maliciously, "How about that? Hahaha~ Are you satisfied now?"

Death shook his head: "Rakshasa, it seems you've truly gone completely mad."

"I don't want my successor to be forever affected by madness and violence, otherwise she will never be able to inherit my power."

The Rakshasa roared madly, its malevolent intent screaming, "Death! What the hell do you mean?"

Death sighed: "Look at you, getting impatient again."