Chapter 89 Thousand Cypress Light Sword Technique! Godslayer! The Rakshasa God is terrified!
Faced with this devastating attack, Qian Daobai finally raised his eyes.
He no longer wields his sword casually.
He gripped the hilt of the Demon-Slaying Sword with both hands, its tip pointing diagonally towards the sky.
"Light Sword Technique".
Three words were uttered softly from his mouth.
In an instant, an aura completely opposite to the Rakshasa divine power, filled with holiness, vastness, and light, suddenly erupted from Qian Daobai's body!
A dazzling golden light shot into the sky from the tip of the Demon-Slaying Sword, forming a massive pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth.
The dazzling light dyed the entire world into pure white.
The chilling purple light, under the pure power of light, melted and dissipated rapidly, like snow meeting the blazing sun.
In an instant, the surroundings became brighter than the midday sun.
The thousand cypress trees, bathed in golden light, resembled a deity who held the power of light.
He swung his arm down.
The pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth also moved, transforming into a beam of light that swept away everything, heading towards the nine demonic scythes.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
A series of rapid cracking sounds rang out.
The nine indestructible demonic scythes, forged from the power of the Rakshasa gods, shattered like glass the moment they came into contact with the beam of light, turning into countless fragments.
The phantom of the Rakshasa god was completely stunned.
His attacks, His proud divine power, were a joke in the face of this man.
He began to think, to think frantically, how he could take the man's life.
No!
The issue is no longer about figuring out how to kill him!
Instead...
As the phantom of the Rakshasa God looked at the figure bathed in golden light, a chill ran through him for the first time.
However, His dignity as a deity did not allow Him to retreat!
"Aaaaaah!"
The phantom of the Rakshasa God roared angrily, squeezing out the last of its divine power without reservation.
Before Him, all the purplish-black energy condensed into an enormous hand.
The hand, with its five fingers bent into the shape of sharp claws and covered with strange demonic patterns, wielded a terrifying divine power that seemed capable of crushing heaven and earth, and fiercely grabbed at Qian Daobai!
This is the strongest attack that His phantom can unleash!
Qian Daobai looked at the enormous, purplish-black claw that blotted out the sky, his expression remaining calm.
He simply raised his sword and pointed it lightly in the direction of the giant claw.
"Light Sword Technique, break!"
"boom--!"
The golden pillar of light, which was already dazzling to the extreme, surged once again at this moment!
The beam of light, like an invincible sword, carrying the will to purify all evil in the world, fiercely met the giant purplish-black claw.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
The giant claw, imbued with immense divine power, was like a punctured balloon the moment it touched the pillar of light. Silently and completely purified and dispersed by the power of light, it transformed into the most primal energy and dissipated into the world.
The golden beam of light, after shattering the giant claw, did not pause at all, and continued its unstoppable momentum, heading straight for the phantom of the Rakshasa God behind it.
"No--!"
The pupils of the Rakshasa god's phantom suddenly contracted to their maximum size, and it let out a terrified scream.
He tried to dodge, but the beam of light was too fast, so fast that even His divine sense couldn't react.
The beam of light pierced through his body in an instant.
The phantom formed from divine thought couldn't even last a second under the impact of the power of light. It completely dissipated amidst a series of unwilling roars, turning into countless purple light spots flying all over the sky.
In the distance, Bibi Dong, who had just been thrown to the ground by Rakshasa God, struggled to prop herself up and witnessed the entire scene.
Her beautiful purple eyes were filled with boundless horror.
That's a Rakshasa god!
Although it was just a phantom of divine thought, it was still a true deity!
But such a god was actually... actually shattered by Qian Daobai's sword?
silence.
A deathly silence.
A moment later, a sharp voice, filled with shock and anger, and even trembling slightly, echoed between heaven and earth.
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
"Who are you?! How could you break my divine power?!"
The Rakshasa God's voice had lost its previous arrogance, replaced only by undisguised terror.
A monstrous storm had been brewing in His heart.
This person is definitely not an ordinary mortal, able to shatter an attack imbued with His divine power so easily!
This pure power of light is simply the natural nemesis of evil gods like Him!
A pair of invisible eyes, seemingly piercing through the barriers of space, stared intently at Qian Daobai, filled with anger and apprehension.
But He knew very well that the divine thought that He had descended upon was already shattered, and to remain would only bring shame upon Him.
More importantly, He also had to save Bibi Dong's life!
This successor cannot die like this!
"Kid, I'll remember you!"
In the end, filled with surprise and resentment, the Rakshasa God left behind a harsh but utterly ineffective remark.
A ball of purple light appeared out of thin air and completely enveloped Bibi Dong, who was unable to move on the ground.
The next second, a flash of purple light appeared, and along with Bibi Dong's figure, they completely disappeared from the spot.
As the purple light dissipated, the oppression and evil in the world receded like a tide.
The warm sunlight shines down again.
If it weren't for the enormous cracks in the ground and the lingering aftershocks of divine power in the air, the battle between the gods would have seemed like a dream.
Qian Renxue stood behind the boulder, staring blankly at the figure bathed in sunlight.
Her master was Qian Daobai.
He simply stood there calmly from beginning to end.
Draw the sword, then sheathe it.
It was as if what he had just shattered with his sword was not some evil god, but merely a weed by the roadside.
Bibi Dong... Rakshasa God...
A storm raged in Qian Renxue's heart.
For the first time, she realized with such clarity that the woman, the Pope of the Spirit Hall who had always been pressing down on her and making her feel suffocated, was actually the inheritor of a god.
But her master was able to annihilate the descending phantoms of gods with a single sword strike!
What terrifying power this is!
A sense of relief quietly rose from the bottom of my heart.
For some reason, seeing that both of them were still alive gave her a strange sense of peace.
She composed herself, stepped out from behind the boulder, and walked slowly toward the Thousand Cypress Trees.
The closer she got, the more she could feel the aura of profound strength emanating from her master—peaceful yet vast as the sea.
She stopped beside Qian Daobai, her beautiful eyes filled with undisguised concern as she carefully examined him.
From top to bottom, very carefully.
Only after confirming that he was indeed unharmed and his clothes were perfectly intact did the anxiety that had been hanging in the air finally subside.
"Master."
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