Douluo Continent Villain Simulator: Persecuting Qian Renxue at the Start

Chapter 386 Instant Kill

In the past three months, apart from a trip to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to "exchange" cultivation techniques, Su Cheng has not participated in any actions related to the Martial Soul Empire, but has devoted himself entirely to his own cultivation.

During this period, he absorbed most of his gains, and his combat strength was approaching that of a God-King. He also entered a period of slower progress in his cultivation.

In fact, for Su Cheng now, there is no bottleneck in the short term; he can continuously improve simply by cultivating normally. The only problem is that the speed is relatively slow, unless he can rebuild the "reactor" of earth, water, wind, and fire.

As for the so-called division of levels such as third-level gods, second-level gods, first-level gods, and god-kings, these are the routes of the divine position inheritance system in the divine realm.

Within this system, to break through the barriers between different levels, in addition to requiring the potential of the divine position itself, that is, the faith essence of obtaining divine power such as the power of the ocean or murderous intent, it also relies more on the carrying capacity of the divine realm space.

If the divine realm were to expend a massive amount of its stored spiritual power to expand significantly and accommodate more lower realms, perhaps those deities in the divine realm who were originally only at the level of second-tier gods, such as the God of War and the God of Food, could leap up to become first-tier gods.

Su Cheng's advancement did not rely on the power of faith, nor did it depend on the divine realm. He followed the path of developing his own potential, so naturally it would not completely correspond one-to-one with the divine realm's levels.

In the past, when the levels were lower, the breakthroughs were still similar in terms of energy level classification. Now that we have completely entered a new realm, we are gradually drifting apart.

Having temporarily ended his cultivation, Su Cheng got up and left the room, arriving at the Pope's private office hall.

In the recent war, Bibi Dong did not personally oversee the front lines, but instead entrusted the command of the two empires to Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing. These two powerful figures, who were extremely familiar with the two empires, led the titled Douluo of the Elder Hall and the young Soul Masters from the Spirit Hall Academy, respectively in charge of the battlefields on the North and South continents.

She herself stayed in Wuhun City, dealing with a mountain of complicated government affairs.

The rapid pace of the Martial Soul Empire's expansion has its downsides—it's experiencing some indigestion.

The accumulated problems and conflicts within the territory were numerous, and even with the limited number of Soul Masters in the Spirit Hall, they were struggling to keep up.

There's nothing we can do about it.

There are too many things to weigh and consider regarding the distribution of benefits.

The strength of the surrendered Soul Master families, the timing of their surrender, and the series of promises made by the Spirit Hall in the past—all these factors need to be taken into account.

In the past, as a Soul Master faction, the Spirit Hall had very few talents in administration and governance. The officials from the noble families of the two great empires had various vested interests behind them and could not be given too much power. At present, Bibi Dong had to take on more of the responsibilities.

Fortunately, she herself possessed extremely strong spiritual cultivation, even surpassing Qian Renxue in this aspect, and having served as Pope for decades, she also had considerable experience.

Looking at the pile of documents, Su Cheng felt a headache coming on, while Bibi Dong seemed to be enjoying herself.

He appeared calm and composed, showing no sign of distress.

Su Cheng walked to her side and glanced at the numerous files on the desk. "Looks like you were prepared all along?"

"Of course, we've been waiting for over twenty years," Bibi Dong said with a soft laugh.

She didn't shy away from showing her ambition in front of Su Cheng.

"Since you're confident, then I'm relieved." Su Cheng nodded, also abandoning his idea of ​​using the Tracking Demon Eye to help her make some plans. "If you don't have this intention, it's better not to establish this Spirit Empire. Once you ascend to this position, you always have to take responsibility. The world is not a toy; perhaps one of your future decisions will determine the fate and life and death of countless people."

"The fate of all people..." Bibi Dong paused in her marking of the document, but quickly continued writing, saying earnestly, "I am willing to bear this responsibility."

When she said those words, she suddenly felt as if a mountain was pressing down on her chest, and even her breathing seemed to become heavier.

The Pope of the Spirit Hall is, in the end, merely the ruler of a spirit master faction. Spirit masters are already few in number and possess power far exceeding that of ordinary people, so they don't actually need to rely on her much.

Even if those soul masters leave the Spirit Hall, they can still thrive elsewhere.

But for the hundreds of millions of ordinary people in the world, and the commoner soul masters with ordinary talents, life is completely different. For these people, life is not so easy.

In the past, although Bibi Dong understood that the Emperor of the Empire and the Pope of the Spirit Hall were completely different, she did not really understand what it truly meant to be the leader of the Empire.

Greater power and status? A wider territory? A more complex division of responsibilities? Or perhaps more and busier political decision-making?

But at that moment, she suddenly realized that the most crucial figures were actually the ordinary people, whose voices were the faintest and smallest, yet whose numbers were the greatest. These people were the foundation of the empire, and even more so, the foundation of humanity on this continent.

Perhaps their strength is weak, and even if they gather tens of thousands of people, they can be slaughtered by one or two Soul Master squads.

But they are all human beings, no different from ourselves in essence.

He was about to shoulder the future destiny of countless like-minded people, and lead this empire forward, carrying their hopes for the future...

"Are you feeling the pressure?"

"No, I feel very happy," Bibi Dong said softly. "It is my honor to be able to give them a better future."

Often, heavy responsibilities and the prayers of others not only bring pressure, but also profound hopes and expectations.

Many people dislike this kind of constraint, but Bibi Dong enjoys it.

Her background, her upbringing, her experiences, her transformation... Bibi Dong's perspective today is completely different from what it used to be.

Su Cheng stared at her, a strange light flashing in his eyes, and said seriously, "You really have impressed me."

When you truly reach this point, when you are determined to shoulder all of this, responsibility is not just empty words.

Many people don't even have the courage to speak out.

I believe you can do a great job.

"Is that so...?" Bibi Dong's eyes darted around, feeling somewhat embarrassed by Su Cheng's attitude.

My heart began to feel anxious and uncertain again.

Perhaps this matter was truly beyond her capabilities; she had initially underestimated its complexity.

After a moment, Bibi Dong breathed a sigh of relief, put down her pen, and also put aside those chaotic thoughts.

She perked up and looked at Su Cheng, asking, "Have you figured out how to handle the matter in the God Realm?"

"Yes, I'm about to make some preparations."

"What are you going to do?" Bibi Dong's eyes lit up, very interested in his next move.

"Go to the City of Slaughter and borrow that Asura Demon Sword."

"The Asura Demon Sword? That's not the Asura God's..."

"The artifact of the Asura God, which is also the inheritance of the Asura God's position, is now in the hands of the King of Slaughter."

"What do you need that for?"

"Use this as a medium to... wait?" Before he could finish speaking, Su Cheng's expression suddenly changed.

"Hmm? That's..." Bibi Dong seemed to sense something as well, and a strange look immediately appeared on her face.

Su Cheng looked at her and said with a smile, "This is interesting. It turns out to be your former employer, Rakshasa God."

Deep within the Shrek Academy compound in Tiandou City, Tang Hao, Tang Yuehua, Yu Xiaogang, and the rest of the Golden Iron Triangle were gathered together, their expressions tense as they silently awaited the arrival of the deep-colored portal before them.

At this moment, as the purplish-black light disappeared, Tang San's figure reappeared in front of the five people.

Before they could express their joy and celebration, Tang San, dressed in a ferocious purple-black armor, looked up suddenly with a blazing evil light in his eyes, causing the expressions of the others to freeze at the same time.

The next moment, a surge of evil intent and malice swept over them, coupled with the terrifying pressure of a god-level expert, almost causing their thoughts to become chaotic and stagnant. Among them, Yu Xiaogang and Tang Yuehua, who had the lowest cultivation levels, showed the most obvious effects.

Especially Tang Yuehua.

Having taught Tang San at Yuexuan for a year, she was well aware of the negative emotions her nephew had accumulated, and a sense of panic and fear welled up within her.

If Su Cheng were present at this moment, he would surely notice that Tang San's current gaze is almost identical to that of Bibi Dong, whom he had seen in the Papal Palace of Spirit City during the simulation.

This is the terrifying aspect of Rakshasa's divine power.

For the weak, especially those with psychological weaknesses, the Rakshasa's evil thoughts are exceptionally adept at manipulating emotions.

This energy has an extremely strong corrosive and polluting ability, capable of deeply stimulating the instinctive desires of living beings: violent killing intent, greedy lust, primal impulses, and the rage of revenge...

This is why, even though both Rakshasa and Asura gods ascended to godhood based on the negative emotions of living beings, the Rakshasa god's power was utterly destroyed by the Asura god's power; the difference in their purity is like heaven and earth.

Even the faint aura of malice in the City of Slaughter can quickly corrupt a person, let alone Tang San, who has now become a god.

The erosion is dozens of times more severe, both on himself and on those around him.

Tang San was even inferior to Bibi Dong at that time.

Bibi Dong's martial soul was unique after all; the Soul-Devouring Spider King was equally evil, which gave her a resistance to it.

In contrast, Tang San, lacking both the foundation of an evil martial soul and the protection of Xiao Wu as a scabbard to shield him from backlash, naturally faced greater difficulties in resisting.

His only advantage is probably his deep-seated obsession with Xiao Wu and his extraordinary self-awareness.

In the center of the divine realm, within a vast palace shrouded in dazzling light and shadow, the five supreme gods silently watched the live broadcast of Tang San's ascension to godhood.

The God of Destruction glanced at the God of Asura, his expression slightly strange. "This is the successor you carefully selected? What do you think he can find out?"

"..."

The Asura God remained silent, his expression somewhat grim.

A month later, the Spirit Hall's Spirit Master Legion arrived outside Heaven Dou City.

Strangely, despite having no natural defenses and the presence of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School in the vicinity, the Heavenly Dou Royal Family remained steadfast, showing no intention of surrendering.

On the contrary, the Star Luo Empire, which has a stronger national strength, had already been completely incorporated into the territory of the Martial Soul Empire half a month ago.

As Zhu Zhuqing said, the high-ranking officials of the Star Luo Empire have many ulterior motives and are not very united.

They would never risk the lives and fortunes of their entire clan for an outcome with virtually no chance of success; that would be a completely unprofitable choice.

The Star Luo Empire's structure is completely different from that of the Heaven Dou Empire.

The higher-ups there were already used to fighting among themselves; ups and downs were nothing out of the ordinary, and everything was decided by strength.

Even a powerful family like the White Tiger Dai family did not always hold the throne.

As for the Heavenly Dou Empire, apart from the fact that their royal family's position was secure, their confidence largely stemmed from the newly appointed imperial prince.

This is ultimately a supernatural world.

The role of the strong far exceeds that of ordinary armies.

Those top-tier experts at the title Douluo level are comparable to fortified cities.

Above the Title Douluo, there are also God-level beings, whose power alone can rival that of an entire nation!

In the present-day Heaven Dou City, there is a deity presiding over the city—"Rakshasa King" Tang San.

To be honest, Su Cheng almost laughed when he first heard this name.

He might as well be called King Lan Hao.

I wonder what the previous Rakshasa god, with his eccentric and perverse temperament, thought when he learned that his successor was called the "Rakshasa King".

Standing alone atop the Heaven Dou City, Tang San, clad in a menacing purple-black armor, stared intently at the tall, blonde woman at the forefront of the opposing army. His eyes flashed with malice, and his malevolent aura surged several times over.

How could he possibly forget this woman!

If we were to rank Tang San's enemies, Su Cheng would definitely be one of his greatest adversaries, a demon he deeply resented.

But in terms of sheer hatred, Su Cheng would rank at most third.

Above him, ranked second, is Zhu Zhuqing, the "traitor" who deceived his feelings.

As for the first one, it is undoubtedly Qian Renxue.

Over the years, the image of Xiao Wu's death has been like a persistent nightmare, haunting his mind day and night, tormenting him constantly, and becoming almost the deepest obsession in his heart.

Even that shadow was no longer Xiao Wu herself, but had transformed into a symbol, a brand, deeply engraved into her bones.

The hardships of cultivation, the trials of training, and even the pain of being eroded by evil forces are all less profound than the mark left by this person.

Today, he can complete his revenge.

Tang San raised his arm, pointing the massive demonic scythe at Qian Renxue, and shouted, "Qian Renxue, do you dare to come out and fight me?!"

He said this because he could sense that the other party was also quite strong, posing a subtle threat to him.

If the other party were to disregard martial ethics and directly gather numerous Title Douluos, along with Bibi Dong and others, to besiege him, even someone like me who had only recently advanced to godhood might not be able to win. Therefore, I thought of using verbal coercion.

Given the pride of the strong, the other party would have absolutely no reason to refuse their challenge.

In the rear ranks, Su Cheng, who had successfully retrieved the Asura Demon Sword, silently watched Tang San, who was full of vigor on the city wall, and felt somewhat disappointed.

Although he hadn't originally considered Tang San a rival, he still felt disappointed, or rather, a sense of disparity.

In his view, whether Tang San was a pawn of the God King, a Soul Master with excellent martial soul aptitude, or even a disciple of the Tang Sect in his previous life, since he was able to steal the Xuan Tian Treasure Record from the inner sect as an outer disciple and reproduce the brilliance of top-level hidden weapons, he must have been able to achieve something truly of his own.

However, the expected scenario did not occur.

They even fell into the crooked path of pursuing only power.

Su Cheng could tell that Tang San's aura was extremely fake and restless, and he was simply outwardly strong but inwardly weak.

Despite having become a god, his true combat strength may not even match that of Tang Chen at his peak.

With these thoughts in mind, Qian Renxue had already made her move.

She wasn't the type to rely on others, so since Tang San had already said so, she might as well grant his request.

Since so many people from the Haotian Sect have already died, it doesn't matter if one or two more die.

Moreover, Qian Renxue was already in a bad mood at the moment.

She was in charge of the war effort on the side of the Heavenly Dou Empire, and the progress was not actually slow, but Zhu Zhuqing was just too fast, which resulted in her falling behind by a full half month.

They didn't even heed Tang San's suggestion to leave and fight alone.

A blazing white flame instantly ignited in her eyes.

Its enormous wings spread out behind it, as if composed of pure beams of light, dazzling and blinding.

"..."

The moment Tang San met those blazing white eyes, his heart sank to the bottom, and all his chaotic thoughts vanished instantly.

All that remains is the fear of being shrouded in the shadow of death.

Those eyes, burning with heat enough to evaporate even a god's body, made him feel cold all over, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Never before had he felt so close to death, and even speaking had become a luxury.

This is absolute suppression of attributes!

It was far more exaggerated than the suppression of the Rakshasa God's power by the Asura God's power.

Under the blazing sun, the mortal world is like a shadow.

No darkness or filth can escape the cleansing power of this light.

Moreover, there is an absolute power gap between them, between a second-level god and someone who has just entered the third-level god stage.

"laugh--"

There were no superfluous movements; one couldn't even see the blazing white light and shadow waving its hand or drawing its sword.

Only a brilliant beam of light flashed by.

The next moment, a corner of the towering city wall vanished into thin air.

Amidst the scorching white flames, only a humanoid shadow remained, writhing and resisting within the firelight, seemingly emitting silent wails and making a futile struggle.

But what level of power does the true blazing sun fire possess?

Even Su Cheng suffered greatly and nearly died from this kind of energy.

Moreover, Qian Renxue now wields power more smoothly and freely, and her attacks are more pure and concentrated, making it impossible for Tang San to break free; he can't even make a sound.

The purplish-black smoke was instantly evaporated by the flames.

The figure at the center of the sphere of light, after a few breaths of powerless resistance, gradually narrowed, shrank, and then turned into shadow...

As the flames disappeared, everything vanished without a trace.

One more chapter to finish, tomorrow or the day after.

(End of this chapter)