Sun Wheel Strike!
The Angel Holy Sword, carrying the Sun True Fire capable of melting all things, tore through space and slashed furiously toward Tang San's back.
Tang San was still entangled by the two demon scythes; now, facing such a swift and sudden strike, he was unable to defend in time and was struck directly.
Sizzle—
The holy fire blade scraped across the hideous Blood Armor, emitting a sharp, ear-piercing screech. After the blades crossed, a golden flame-scorched mark appeared on the divine armor on his back. No divine blood spilled; before the Sun True Fire, even divine blood could only be reduced to ash.
The Shura God, being one of the Five God Kings, was naturally powerful, but that did not mean his accompanying divine armor could completely withstand a main god's attack—at least, not the Shura Divine Armor, which focused primarily on slaughter and offense.
"Ah—"
Tang San's face twisted in agony, and he let out an involuntary scream. Under the intense pain, Tang San's Shura magic power surged, and blades of tangible killing intent erupted from his body in every direction, finally forcing Qian Renxue back for the moment.
Having succeeded with one strike, Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong did not cease their movements and launched another offensive.
A cold glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. One demon scythe dissipated, turning into countless purple-black currents that converged toward Bibi Dong's body, while the other returned to its master's hand.
Bibi Dong raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand, pointing it directly at Tang San, and began to chant, spitting out a series of tongue-twisting, evil-sounding incantations.
Tang San, who was in the middle of suppressing the Sun True Fire within his body, felt his divine soul tremble slightly the moment he heard the spell. He immediately sensed that something was wrong and wanted to raise his sword to interrupt the technique, but Qian Renxue did not give him the chance.
Qian Renxue slowly raised the Angel Holy Sword in her hand. The two wings at the hilt released ten thousand rays of light, and one could clearly see countless golden beams rapidly condensing toward the Super Artifact, the Angel Holy Sword. The two attributes of holiness and fire were fully unleashed through the power of the Sun God, and she slashed a heaven-piercing sword light toward Tang San.
Facing such magnificent sword might, Tang San dared not block it head-on, or he would surely die. He could only hurriedly turn his blade and counter-attack to defend. The sword patterns on the Shura Silver Emperor Sword shone, as if borrowing the power of a Super Artifact, erupting with unprecedented, world-shaking divine power.
Hah—
Tang San let out a violent shout and slashed out. One sword became nine shadows; nine swords extinguished the gods!
Behind both of them, a massive divine statue rose at this moment. One had three heads and six arms, wore hideous blood armor, and possessed three green-faced, fanged ghost visages—this was Tang San's Shura Avatar. On the other side stood a six-winged goddess with thin robes and a stunning face; what else could it be but the Angel Avatar?
Killing intent and holiness, an ugly man and a beautiful woman—the two avatars formed a stark contrast, sharing nothing in common. The only similarity was that they both held a great sword in their hands, carrying the will to hack the other to death, and charged forward ferociously.
Sun Holy Sword!
Shura God-Slaying Strike!
Boom—
The red and gold divine swords clashed violently, and the sky was instantly shrouded in killing intent and holy fire. The terrifying shockwaves ruthlessly destroyed everything in the vicinity.
Bibi Dong was also within the range of the shockwaves, but she had no intention of blocking. Her ninth Spirit Ring lit up, and she used her Undying Body to tank the impact directly. Strike while the iron is hot; now was the perfect time to kill the enemy.
Rakshasa Underworld!
Rakshasa Underworld, the god-level domain skill of the Rakshasa God. The domain contained countless miserable souls and ghosts accumulated by Bibi Dong through her years of conquest and slaughter. The resentment was endless, and the evil thoughts were monstrous. Anyone who entered this place had to endure the constant devouring of ten thousand souls and the filth of ten thousand evils. Even though the powers of Shura and the Angel were considered to be counters to the Rakshasa, they were still suppressed within this 'Rakshasa Underworld'.
Without waiting for the shockwaves to subside, Bibi Dong unleashed her Rakshasa divine power. An evil divine formation locked onto the center of the explosion, swallowing both Tang San and Qian Renxue, who were still locked in a stalemate.
Tang San felt evil spirits entering his body after entering this gloomy ghost realm, attempting to thirst for his blood and burn his soul. He immediately mobilized the Shura protective divine light to guard himself. The evil spirits were obliterated the moment they touched the protective light, which made Tang San breathe a sigh of relief. However, he soon realized something was wrong: these evil spirits were reborn as soon as they were destroyed, over and over again—there was no end to it! Coupled with the need to suppress the Sun True Fire within his body, how could Tang San afford such a war of attrition?
"Bibi Dong, you are two against one, and you use evil arts to ambush me—are you not afraid of the continent's mockery?!"
While fending off Qian Renxue's attacks, he scanned his surroundings, using his Divine Sense to search for Bibi Dong's location, hoping to find her and break this technique, but he could not find her. A bright idea struck him, and he shouted in anger, hoping to lure Bibi Dong into revealing her position.
Tang San succeeded; Bibi Dong responded to him, her soft laughter echoing through the space.
"Hehehehe—"
"I am the Evil God; isn't using evil arts and ambushes the natural order of things? Furthermore—"
Her tone shifted, and Bibi Dong said coldly.
"As long as I kill you, who else would know that I ambushed you!"
Hearing Bibi Dong's clear-headed logic, Tang San cursed inwardly. It wasn't just because of her words, but also because he still couldn't find her. Why were all the opponents he encountered since graduating from Notting Academy so shameless, ignoring all martial virtue? Was his own character truly too noble?
"Noisy!"
Qian Renxue evaluated Tang San with this single word. The divine power on her sword erupted, shaking off the Shura Silver Emperor Sword, and she swung her blade for another fierce strike.
Tang San wasn't the only one affected; Qian Renxue was having a hard time as well. She was also being drained by her old mother, though since her mother was focusing her efforts on Tang San, he was certainly being drained faster.
Tang San had no choice but to parry and trade blows.
Clang, clang, clang, clang—
For a time, sword qi crisscrossed, and sparks flew everywhere. Both of them were accumulating new wounds.
Qian Renxue's swordsmanship possessed both the Grand Orthodox Path and divine, unpredictable speed. Combining the orthodox with the strange, every move was as fast as thunder yet heavy as a mountain, her offensive fierce and sharp.
As for Tang San's swordsmanship—he couldn't even call it swordsmanship. He was simply using the Clear Sky Nine Perfections, wielding his longsword like a hammer, focusing primarily on defense and counter-attacks.
In the early stages, the two could still clash intensely, the battle lively and extraordinary. However, as time passed, Tang San's divine power was insufficient due to the multi-faceted drain, and he was eventually slowly suppressed by Qian Renxue.
However, Tang San also had his gains. After fighting for so long, Qian Renxue was also injured, and Bibi Dong had yet to intervene, clearly because she had to maintain her divine skill and could not move lightly.
Clang—
After an unknown number of rounds, Qian Renxue's longsword swirled, and the two divine swords slid across their divine armor and locked together. Both were caught in the gaps of their armor, and they were temporarily disarmed. On their other hands, which were not holding swords, holy fire rose; using their hands as swords, they both aimed for a piercing strike to the heart.
Tang San's expression remained unchanged. His hand not holding a sword also reached out with the Mystic Jade Hand to block head-on. This wasn't the first time Qian Renxue had used such a move; it was easy to counter.
But this time was different. Seeing that they were about to clash, Qian Renxue's hand-blade changed, shifting from a poke to a grab, controlling Tang San's other hand.
Qian Renxue's repeated clashes had ultimately made Tang San numb and careless. Now that both his hands were restrained, he was jolted into a sudden realization. If Bibi Dong had the certainty of a one-hit kill, she would naturally choose to abandon her divine skill and move in to attack. And wasn't this the perfect moment?!
The next moment, the thing Tang San feared happened; the surrounding Underworld Prison began to loosen, and a sharp, malevolent slash descended from the sky.
"Let go!"
Tang San roared, his Asura divine power erupting with full force as he struggled frantically, desperate to break free from Qian Renxue. Yet Qian Renxue was just as ruthless, refusing to let go even as the overbearing Asura divine power ravaged her Divine Body.
"Once you're dead, I'll let go."
Blood trickled from the corner of Qian Renxue's mouth as she responded with a smile. To Tang San, however, her soft, gentle tone now sounded like a death knell.
With Qian Renxue pinning him down, Tang San could neither run nor dodge; he had no choice but to take the hit head-on. But the blade aura was aimed directly at his head, and if he dared to take it, he would surely die. Watching the purple-black blade aura draw closer, a look of madness crossed Tang San's face.
"You forced my hand! Take this—"
"Bao!!"
Tang San's Divine Body flared with intense light before violently exploding.
BOOM—
Qian Renxue's pupils constricted, and before she could dodge, she was engulfed by the bloody light.
Demon Whale Sea Area
Poseidon glanced toward the battlefield where the three gods were clashing and clicked his tongue to himself.
"Are the young people these days really this brave? Fighting to the death the moment they become gods?"
As a powerhouse who had originally ascended to godhood in pursuit of immortality, Poseidon could not fathom such actions, but he was deeply shocked. However, since it was none of his business, he simply watched the spectacle before quickly turning his attention back to Yun Ming.
"Kid, can you succeed?"
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