Chapter 88 Rakshasa God Makes a Move?! So What if He's a God! Thousand Paths Cypress Sword Immortal!
Bibi Dong could only watch helplessly as the golden divine sword grew larger and larger in her pupils.
Just as the sword was about to strike, the atmosphere of the world suddenly changed.
A cold, evil will, filled with tyranny and chaos, descended without warning!
"Buzz—"
The sky darkened.
A dense, impenetrable purple light appeared out of thin air, like an eerie purple moon, enveloping the entire land in a strange and unsettling light and shadow.
A hideous and terrifying figure slowly coalesced within the purple light.
It was a being whose ugliness and evil were beyond description. Its hair was like countless twisted venomous snakes, and at the end of each strand hung a skull that howled in agony.
His face was contorted, his features squeezed together, radiating a nauseating evil aura.
Qian Daobai paused slightly in his sword-wielding motion.
In that instant of hesitation, the purple figure moved.
A flash of purple light appeared directly in front of Bibi Dong.
"clang!!"
A piercing metallic clang rang out.
Qian Daobai's sword, powerful enough to cleave gods, was steadily blocked by a purple claw that appeared out of nowhere.
The blade of the Demon-Slaying Sword was only three inches away from Bibi Dong's brow.
The sharp sword energy had already severed the hair on her forehead, leaving a shallow bloodstain on her smooth forehead.
But in the end, he couldn't manage to stab her.
Qian Daobai sheathed his sword and stood there, calmly looking at the uninvited guest before him.
He could sense that this was not the other party's true form, but a phantom formed from divine sense.
The illusory figure slowly turned its head.
His eyes, filled with malice and chaos, did not look at Qian Daobai, but stared intently at the disheveled Bibi Dong on the ground.
A hoarse, grating sound, like two pieces of metal rubbing together frantically, came from His mouth.
"waste."
"..."
Those two simple words were like two resounding slaps to Bibi Dong's face.
Bibi Dong's body trembled violently.
The expression on her face instantly went out of control.
There was shock, humiliation, resentment, and endless embarrassment.
She glanced subconsciously at Qian Renxue, who was standing behind the boulder not far away, equally dumbfounded.
Her miserable state, the scene of being rebuked as "useless" by the gods, was all seen by the person she least wanted her to see!
A surge of anger rose from the depths of his heart to the top of his head.
But what could she say?
The facts are right in front of us.
She was indeed defeated by Qian Daobai, utterly defeated, powerless to fight back, and almost lost her life.
She could only bite her lip hard, swallowing all the humiliation and anger along with the blood.
The phantom of the Rakshasa God clearly didn't care about Bibi Dong's feelings.
He suddenly turned around to face Qian Daobai, and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared on his distorted face.
"boom!"
A surge of immense divine power erupted from the phantom's body.
He raised his purple claw and, without saying a word, slammed it down on Qian Daobai's head!
This claw strike contained no fancy soul techniques, only the purest and most evil divine power.
Qian Daobai's eyes flickered slightly, but he neither dodged nor avoided, and instead swung his Demon-Slaying Sword to meet the attack.
"Clang!"
Another loud bang.
The clash between sword and claw created a visible energy ripple, scraping away a layer of the surrounding ground.
Meanwhile, the phantom of the Rakshasa God took advantage of the moment of collision to reach out with its other hand like lightning, grabbing Bibi Dong's body and retreating rapidly, instantly creating a distance of tens of meters.
"Kid."
The phantom of the Rakshasa God casually tossed Bibi Dong aside, its pair of sinister eyes fixed intently on Qian Daobai.
"If you dare to harm my successor, then prepare to bear my wrath."
His voice carried the innate arrogance of a deity.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly clasped his hands together.
"The Barrier of Forbidden Annihilation!"
An invisible wave, centered on Him, instantly spread outwards.
The space between Qian Daobai and Him began to distort violently, forming a barrier that was invisible to the naked eye but was real, enveloping both of them simultaneously.
Within this barrier, all rules are established by Him.
After doing all this, a ferocious smile appeared on the lips of the Rakshasa God's phantom.
He opened his arms, and endless purple divine power gathered wildly before him, transforming into a dazzling purple sea of light.
That light contained a terrifying power that could annihilate all life.
The Rakshasa God was extremely confident that within this barrier of destruction, his opponent had no way to avoid it and could only endure the attack head-on!
Anyone who is touched by even a trace of this light will have their soul instantly corroded!
However, even in the face of this seemingly hopeless situation, Qian Daobai's face remained calm and composed.
He simply swung the Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand lightly.
"Whoosh!"
A seemingly ordinary golden sword aura detached from the sword.
That invisible barrier, strong enough to imprison even gods, was as fragile as a sheet of paper before this sword energy, easily torn open with a huge gap.
Immediately afterwards, the sword energy continued its momentum, slashing directly into the dazzling purple sea of light.
"Sizzle—"
Like cutting butter with a hot knife.
The purple sea of light, containing terrifying divine power, was forcibly split in two by this golden sword energy!
All the attacks, all the power, vanished in that instant.
The confidence on the Rakshasa god's phantom face froze instantly.
Before He could react, the golden sword energy that had cleaved through the sea of light had already arrived in front of Him.
"Pfft!"
A soft sound.
The Rakshasa God's phantom right arm, which had just launched its attack, was severed at the shoulder, turning into specks of purple light and dissipating into the air.
The phantom of the Rakshasa god lowered its head, looking at its empty right shoulder. For the first time, an emotion called "shock" appeared in its chaotic eyes.
"You... you actually cleaved through my divine power!"
"I'm not going to let you get away with this!"
Anger instantly overwhelmed the shock.
The phantom of the Rakshasa God waved its single arm, and the remaining divine power within its body surged wildly.
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"
Behind Him, nine purplish-black demonic scythes, each several meters long and gleaming with a chilling light, materialized out of thin air.
Each demonic scythe is entwined with countless wailing vengeful spirits, emanating a chillingly evil aura.
"go!"
With His command, the nine demonic scythes emitted a piercing shriek, transforming into nine black streaks of light that blocked all of Qian Daobai's escape routes from all directions, and came to strangle him!
This is a fatal blow, meant to leave Qian Daobai's life completely beneath the scythe.
The Rakshasa God was full of confidence.
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