'It's impossible. Bibi Dong cannot fulfill those requirements.'
A faint sigh echoed silently in her thoughts.
'Still… she is talented.'
'What a pity.'
Her gaze shifted back to the Rakshasa Goddess.
'Her misfortune lies in becoming your inheritor.'
A different idea surfaced in her mind.
'Perhaps… empowering that scythe with the divine energy of the Seven Sins was your true objective all along.'
Se You's eyes lingered on the Rakshasa Goddess, trying to read deeper into her intentions.
But Angela—still maintaining the disguise—only smiled faintly.
As if she knew everything…or perhaps, as if none of those thoughts mattered at all.
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Douluo Continent
After Bibi Dong severed four of Yu Ming's fingers, the battlefield fell into a brief, suffocating silence.
Blood dripped steadily onto the ground.
Eros God who was controlling Yu Ming's body retreated slightly, his expression no longer relaxed. His earlier confidence had vanished, replaced by a trace of genuine shock.
When he spoke again, his voice rose, carrying an unmistakable edge of anger.
"Mortal… do you understand the consequences of angering a God?"
Outside, Bibi Dong showed no sign of fear.
She casually twirled the scythe in her hand, the blade humming faintly. Her expression remained calm, almost mocking.
"Then what are you going to do about it?"
Without further words, divine energy surged.
Pink radiance gathered violently in Yu Ming's hand as the Eros God made his move.
"Fist of Hundred Dragons."
As the strike was unleashed, Yu Ming's arm blurred through the air. Dozens—no, hundreds—of phantom dragons formed from condensed lust energy roared into existence, each one twisting and lunging forward with terrifying speed. Their bodies shimmered in a seductive pink hue, yet the power contained within them was anything but gentle.
The sky itself seemed to ripple under their assault.
"He… He…"
A faint, almost amused laugh escaped Bibi Dong's lips, then her scythe moved.
To an ordinary observer, her weapon had disappeared entirely, leaving behind only streaks of dark shadows cutting across space. Yet within those shadows lay perfect precision. Bibi Dong had perceived the incoming attacks all with absolute clarity.
One by one, the dragon phantoms were torn apart.
The storm of pink dragons collapsed under her control, disintegrating into fragments of fading divine energy before they could even reach her.
Eros God narrowed his eyes.
He withdrew, glancing at the condition of Yu Ming's hands.
Fresh wounds had appeared—fine cuts inflicted by the scythe's edge. Blood continued to seep out, and even as divine energy attempted to stabilize the damage, it was clear that the body itself was reaching its limit.
'This will not work.'
His thoughts turned sharp and precise.
'My divine energy can clash with her, but Ming's body is still mortal. If this continues, the backlash alone will tear him apart…'
'And that weapon…'
His gaze flickered toward the scythe.
'Is likely a true divine artifact.'
'The opponent is not some ordinary mortal either… she is already stepping into the realm of a Wild God while accepting multiple inheritances.'
For a brief moment, he fell silent, then made a decision.
Inside the Spirit Sea, the Eros God stepped forward and placed his palm on Yu Ming's head.
A stream of information surged directly into his consciousness.
"I have transmitted the location of the Eros Temple hidden within the Douluo Continent," he said, his tone now firm and decisive. "At your current speed, it is no more than three hours away."
Yu Ming's pupils trembled slightly as the coordinates imprinted themselves into his mind.
Before he could respond, the god continued—
"I will hold her back."
There was a pause, heavy and absolute.
"You… run."
Outside, Bibi Dong slowly lifted her gaze.
Her instincts sharpened instantly as Yu Ming's body began to flicker strangely, as if something within him was separating from the mortal shell. The air grew heavy, and a presence far beyond human comprehension slowly manifested.
A figure of Eros God stepped out.
His appearance was flawless, almost unreal. His upper body remained bare, sculpted like a divine masterpiece, every line and contour exuding an irresistible charm.. Any mortal who gazed upon him would feel their heart sway uncontrollably, their will eroding under an instinctive attraction.
Even the air seemed to soften around him. He turned his head slightly, glancing at Yu Ming with calm indifference.
"Off you go."
There was no hesitation in his tone.
Yu Ming did not dare waste a single moment. Activating his 8th Soul Skill: Thunder Blitz, lightning erupted around his body as he shot forward like a streak of electricity, vanishing into the distance in an instant.
Just as Bibi Dong moved to pursue, the Eros God spoke again, his voice carrying a faint amusement.
"Why don't you experience the difference between an inheritor's power… and mine?"
His gaze deepened.
"Domain… Lust Madness."
The domain unfolded silently.
A pink haze spread across the surroundings, distorting reality itself. The air became thick, almost suffocating, as invisible waves invaded the senses. It was not a direct attack, but something far more insidious.
"My inheritor is still not strong enough to release the true abilities of this domain, so you were able to suppress him easily last time," he continued casually. "But mine… domain will make you remember the bliss when you had sex."
His lips curved into a faint smile.
"Now it will…make you relive what you have already experienced."
Fragments of memory were forcefully dragged to the surface—sensations, emotions, echoes of the past. For those untouched, it would manifest as an unfamiliar, overwhelming bliss. For those who had lived through such moments…
"I suppose," he added lightly, "you are not so inexperienced."