Chapter 372: Qian Renchuan's Methods, Bibi Dong's Doomsday
In the sky, one person and one shark slowly descended.
Qian Renchuan extended his hand and used divine power to support Bibi Dong, while Qian Renxue did the same to support the Demon Soul Great White Shark, preventing both from falling to their deaths.
From this ten-thousand-meter height, the massive body of the Demon Soul Great White Shark—like a small island—was incredibly heavy. And Bibi Dong, having lost the protection of her Rakshasa divine armor and with nine bloody holes in her body, would be smashed to death from this height even if she were a god.
Qian Renxue had no qualms about saving the shark—after all, it was the vessel of the Sea God's divine position. Its soul rings and soul bones would later be reserved for Shui Bing'er once she broke through to Title Douluo. But why Qian Renchuan saved Bibi Dong was another matter. To her, this villainous devil and also a god should have simply died from the fall. That would've been a perfect death.
It was likely unprecedented in the history of the God Realm for a god to fall from the sky and be smashed to death. Such a death for Bibi Dong would be historic—worthy of being written into the annals.
Below, the Star Dou Alliance automatically cleared out a space for the two gods. The Angel Clan was the first to kneel on one knee in reverence.
Their actions set off a wave; all present lowered their weapons and knelt on one knee, their faces filled with awe and respect.
The Angel Clan's performance on the battlefield had been incredibly inspiring. The million-strong Star Dou Alliance army had been terrified and wanted to flee in the face of the undead army. But the Angel Clan descended like saviors and slaughtered the undead legions.
The scene of over a million people kneeling was nothing short of astonishing—beyond even the imagined glory of "all nations paying homage."
Boom!
When Bibi Dong was still about ten meters from the ground, Qian Renchuan retracted the divine Shura power that had been supporting her. She began to fall freely and crashed into the earth, raising a cloud of dust and spraying purple blood. She groaned, her face again twisted in immense pain.
In mere moments, a small pool of purple blood had formed beneath her. Anyone else, even a Title Douluo, would have suffered greatly from such massive blood loss. But Bibi Dong was a god—her vitality far exceeded that of soul masters. Moreover, her body, revived by the Rakshasa God, was different from ordinary humans. So the bleeding didn't severely impact her. The main cause of her current paralysis was the damage from the nine bloody holes caused by the Shura-empowered Bodhi Blood.
Qian Renchuan slowly approached her, his expression calm. There was no pride or joy of victory on his face—only thoughtful contemplation in his eyes.
"You win."
Bibi Dong coughed up a bit of purple blood. Seeing Qian Renchuan's white-haired figure looming above, and the surrounding army, memories of Jialing Pass from the first timeline surged in her mind. A flood of emotions washed over her. After enduring so much pain—hundreds or thousands of times worse than the first time—the result was still the same.
But this time, her heart was empty. Her love was shattered. Her familial ties had been cast aside by her own hands. She didn't even have the courage to look at Hu Liena in the Star Dou Alliance forces.
Qian Renxue said, "Brother, finish her."
With the Angel God speaking, the surrounding Star Dou generals also respectfully chimed in:
"Divine One, end this devil."
"Yes, bring peace to the countless souls she slaughtered!"
Qian Renchuan raised his hand, his voice echoing clearly in every ear:
"Everyone, be at ease. I understand your feelings. I know what kind of slaughter Bibi Dong brought upon your comrades. But she is a god, one who inherited a divine position. Gods must be judged by divine law. I will deal with Bibi Dong according to the rules of the God Realm."
Afterward, Qian Renchuan brought Bibi Dong alone to the southern part of the continent, not far from the sea—a forest shrouded in miasma and clouds, where sunlight was rare.
"This is a good place," he nodded slightly.
Now that he had become a god, he deeply understood the immense power contained in divine blood. Earlier, Bibi Dong had demonstrated that just a few drops of divine blood falling on a soul master could transform their martial spirit and attributes into evil, causing full corruption—just like the fallen ones of the Slaughter City—and their cultivation would skyrocket.
Having gone through so much, especially the Slaughter City events, Qian Renchuan had come to understand one thing: without demons, misfortune, or disaster, why would the world burn incense and pray?
The news of Bibi Dong's emergence as a demonic god had spread across the continent. When people realized that only the Spirit Hall could offer salvation, they turned again to prayer—worshipping Spirit Hall—proving his theory.
Thus, Qian Renchuan decided to follow in the footsteps of his grandfather, Qian Daoliu, who had told him about how the Divine Ancestor became a god—by suppressing evil soul masters and spirit beast disasters, establishing Spirit Hall near the Star Dou Forest. That unselfish devotion eventually earned the faith of the masses and led to godhood.
He was a Shura God, so he didn't need faith. But his sister did, and his clan's descendants needed to hunt fallen soul masters to boost the strength of the Angel Martial Spirit.
He had already destroyed the Slaughter City. The fugitives had no refuge, and the mechanism for internal elimination was gone. But that wasn't enough in Qian Renchuan's eyes. There were still many fugitives, but too few fallen. Most soul masters no longer even recognized the concept. The Battle of Hanhai City gave him inspiration: fallen ones are hard to produce naturally—but they can be manufactured. And the machine to do it—was Bibi Dong.
Qian Renchuan began to think like his great and perfect father, Qian Xunji. Though he destroyed Slaughter City, Spirit Hall's influence still lingered. In the future, those fugitives hunted by Spirit Hall would inevitably form secret resistance groups. Slaughter City, filled with evil aura, was the perfect breeding ground.
Slaughter City was near the far north, within the Heaven Dou Empire. Naturally, the second base should be in the far south—within the Star Luo Empire—allowing him to harvest faith from both empires efficiently.
Being near the sea was intentional—he also aimed to convert the faith of oceanic soul beasts into power for the Angel God. By corrupting sea soul beasts into evil ones, the Angel Clan could then slay them to gain the faith of the ocean.
Qian Renchuan truly loved Shui Bing'er—deeply. He was even willing to sacrifice himself to protect her. But deep down, he was still a traditional man. He wanted her to remain his gentle wife. Her strength didn't need to be overwhelming—just enough. He would protect and cherish her with all his heart.
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