Rakshasa Goddess smiled, and the small clothing that barely clung to her body tightened as she folded her hands beneath her chest, her posture languid, her gaze teasing, while she attacked discreetly.
"Aw…! Is this a new Goddess?" Her laughter was low and intoxicating,
"Shouldn't we first introduce ourselves? I am the Rakshasa Goddess."
Her Fourth Divine Skill: Carnal Desire activated as the divine ring behind her flashed
A faint violet ripple spread outward like a silent tide.
It was not simple lust—but a magnified form of suppressed thoughts, dragged buried impulses to the surface, and blurred the line between instinct and reason. Even gods with tempered wills would feel their focus waver for a fleeting instant. Male or female, mortal or divine—it did not matter.
As Rakshasa Goddess was the Evil Goddess of dark thoughts, she did not merely stir desire.
Only the headstrong previous Angel Goddess—whose heart was forged purely from justice and light—had ever stood entirely unaffected.
The blonde goddess before her possessed a mysterious aura, but she won't be unaffected by my abilities.
'The aura that this new Goddess exudes may be strange… but it does not seem capable of resisting my—'
Her thoughts cut off abruptly, because the blonde goddess simply picked up an ordinary spear lying at her side.
Then—she threw it towards her like a javelin.
The Rakshasa Goddess narrowed her eyes and summoned her divine artifact instantly—
The Rakshasa Goddess Scythe, its curved blade shrieking as it tore through space. She intended to split the spear in half and humiliate this newcomer.
But just as the two weapons were about to clash—the spear expanded.
In a fraction of a second, it grew a thousand times its original size, blotting out the sky like a descending pillar of judgment.
Caught off guard , Rakshasa Goddess was hit by the unimaginable weight of the Mountain Dragon King spear.
BOOM—!
The impact split the earth open. The shockwave carved a massive canyon into the dragon realm, stretching endlessly into the horizon.
When the light faded—
The gigantic spear had already shrunk back to its normal form, obediently returning to Qian Renxue's hand.
Dust swirled and slowly start to settle.Then— A flash of deep purple tore through the smoke.
The Rakshasa Goddess leapt out, landing gracefully upon the broken earth. Dark armor now covered her body—sleek and sinister, engraved with writhing demonic faces. The playful seductress was gone.
She wiped a thin line of blood from the corner of her mouth.
Her eyes no longer carried amusement.
"Now… now…" Her voice dropped, the sweetness gone, replaced by something colder. "You have made me a little angry."
Behind her, her divine power surged violently. Phantom silhouettes of twisted spirits howled in unison, forming seven grotesque halo behind her head.
But Qian Renxue did not respond.
She stood in the air, golden hair flowing calmly, purple eyes steady and detached.
If anything—
She looked at the Rakshasa Goddess the way one might observe an interesting phenomenon.
Seven concentric halos behind her shone silently.
Qian Renxue replied with a faint, composed smile.
"I'm the Angel Goddess."
The moment the words left her lips, twelve wings unfurled behind her.
Rakshasa's playful expression vanished.
Her eyes grew serious the instant she heard that name.
The one before her cannot be an Angel Goddess...because she recalled the inheritor of the angel goddess has still not completed her first test.
Countless thoughts flashed through Rakshasa's mind in an instant. Was this woman wearing the Angel's authority a fake?
"Oh my… I don't think so…"
The teasing tone returned, but the sharpness in her eyes betrayed her caution.
Her Second and Fourth Divine Rings shone simultaneously.
The Second Divine Ring flashed — Corruption.
An ominous, murky aura coiled around Rakshasa's body like living smoke. It spread outward silently, seeping into the surrounding space. It was a form of conceptual decay—once it invaded a body, it would gnaw and erode vitality, and cloud spiritual clarity. Removing it required immense effort, even for a god.
The Fourth Divine Ring flashed— Wither.
The dark energy condensed along the blade of the Rakshasa Scythe. The curved edge turned dull and heavy, as though light itself refused to reflect upon it. Anything touched by that blade would not merely be cut—but would deteriorate.
Without warning, Rakshasa moved.
Her figure blurred and vanished. Space rippled where she once stood, torn apart by the sheer force of her acceleration.
In less than a heartbeat, she appeared directly before Qian Renxue.
The scythe descended. However Qian Renxue did not retreat, but used the shaft of the Mountain Dragon King Spear met the scythe's blade.
Clang—!
The sound rang out like colliding stars. A violent shockwave burst outward, shattering nearby floating stone islands into dust.
The Wither energy surged along the scythe's edge, attempting to corrode the spear.
A low dragon's roar echoed through the air as the weapon resisted the decay.
At that same instant— Qian Renxue lifted her free hand and the Third and Fourth Divine Rings behind her ignited in unison.
Light rippled outward in silent waves.
Gash—!
Space split apart as if cut by unseen hands. Rakshasa Goddess in front of Qian Renxue was too late react, when the dimensional blades carved across her form.
Blood scattered as deep wounds opened along her shoulder, waist, and thigh. The largest gash ran across her face, distorting her once-alluring features into something feral and grotesque.
Purple-red droplets fell slowly, burning holes into the fractured earth below.