Rakshasa Goddess screamed "How dare you attack my face!"
With fury in her eyes she screamed.
"I will carve out that delicate face of yours."
Her Sixth Divine Ring erupted in brilliance, the ability was Immortality.
A surge of dark violet radiance engulfed her body. The torn flesh knitted together at visible speed. Within a breath, the wounds vanished completely, leaving no scar behind.
Rakshasa moved again.
This time, her speed was much higher than before. The air shrieked as she cut through it, leaving streaks of corrosive afterimages. Each strike of her scythe came faster than the last—horizontal, vertical, diagonal—layer upon layer of killing arcs pressed toward Qian Renxue.
The Wither authority on the blade intensified. Even the light around Qian Renxue began to dim slightly under repeated contact, but she still defended with the Mountain Dragon King Spear.
"Rakshasa's Scythe: Void Corrosion."
The scythe howled as Rakshasa gathered corruption and chaotic intent into a single crescent slash. The corrupted arc tore forward.
Qian Renxue reached into the void beside her, as if plunging her hand into space and pulled a sword out.
It was slender and radiant, forged entirely from condensed sunlight. Its blade shimmered with layered halos, and faint golden flames coiled along its edge without consuming it. The moment it appeared, the surrounding darkness recoiled instinctively. It was the Angel Aword
Qian Renxue's expression remained calm.She whispered softly—
"Nine Sun Style…"
The sword trembled, resonating with ancient brilliance.
"Seventh Style: Sunset Farewell."
She stepped forward and slashed which released a concentrated beam of incandescent light outward, fused with searing divine flame. The radiance stretched across the battlefield like the final sun sinking beneath the horizon, beautiful yet fatal.
BOOM—!
The two forces collided.
The clash detonated into a cataclysmic explosion that split the battlefield further. Shockwaves rippled across the dragon realm, carving deeper canyons into the already fractured earth.
Both attacks dissolved simultaneously, annihilating one another. Smoke and distorted energy lingered between them.
Rakshasa stood motionless, her eyes were fixed on the sword, because she recognized the Angel's sword.
She let out a sharp, almost hysterical laugh.
"Did that feathered bitch leave some other kind of inheritance before being killed?"
Her tone was mocking, but beneath it lay unease.
The Angel Godhead should have been left at Spirit Hall. The inheritance under the control of Sea God
Rakshasa licked the corner of her lips, her eyes glowing with violent excitement.
"My wish to dip my scythe in Angel's blood…"
Her grip tightened around the scythe, corruption flaring violently around her like a storm.
"…will be fulfilled today."
The air between them distorted once more.
"He… He… He…"
Rakshasa's laughter echoed unnaturally, layered as if multiple voices were overlapping within a single throat.
With a sweep of her scythe, she unleashed her Rakshasa Domain.
Dark purple aura exploded outward, swallowing the fractured battlefield. The sky dimmed as if dusk had fallen in an instant. Countless distorted whispers filled the air—resentment, jealousy, hatred, obsession—every buried impulse magnified and reflected.
The corrupted domain surged toward Qian Renxue—and collided with the expanding radiance of the Angel Domain.
The two domains ground against each other violently.
But then— The purple aura trembled and Rakshasa's eyes widened. Her domain… was being suppressed.
The dark whispers faltered. The pressure she exerted began to recede, as though pushed back by an invisible tide.
Not even when she had fought the previous Angel Goddess head-on had her domain been so decisively restrained.
"How…?"
Her gaze sharpened.
"How can a newborn god be so strong?"
Unlike the former Angel Goddess, whose authority lay in Light and Order, Qian Renxue's authority extended to Dream, Mind and Memory.
Her mastery over the light element stemmed from her exceptional innate affinity—and from her tutelage under Electrolux, the Child of Light, whose understanding of light was refined to an almost absolute level.
Thus, her light directly countered Rakshasa's darkness. But that was only the surface. Qian Renxue held authority over thoughts themselves,even subconscious impulses.
She was a ruler of cognition.
Rakshasa's domain attempted to stir dark thoughts—but before those dark thoughts could do nothng to the ruler of minds.
Rakshasa clicked her tongue irritably.
"Tch…"
With a sharp gesture, she withdrew her domain, unwilling to waste divine power in a contest she was losing.
Her aura intensified instead.
"Rakshasa Thousand Attacks!"
Dark energy erupted from her body, fracturing into countless streaks. In an instant, hundreds—then thousands—of Rakshasa phantoms materialized across the battlefield, each wielding a scythe wreathed in Wither authority.
They moved simultaneously.
At that same moment— Qian Renxue stepped forward.
"Nine Sun Style… Second Style: Morning Butterfly."
Her figure shimmered, then multiplied.
Dozens of Qian Renxues bloomed across the sky like golden butterflies emerging at dawn. Their wings folded and unfolded gracefully, scattering radiant particles with each movement.
The battlefield transformed into a storm of gold and violet.
Rakshasa's thousand clones surged forward, their scythes slashing in relentless succession. Every swing tore faint cracks through space, revealing glimpses of chaotic void beyond.
Qian Renxue's phantoms met them head-on.
Blades intersected midair, shockwaves rippling outward with each exchange.
Rakshasa's attacks were savage and relentless, her scythe strokes capable of rending the fabric of reality itself. Entire sections of the battlefield collapsed into fragmented void as her authority shredded stability.
Yet Qian Renxue adapted fluidly. Each spatial slash she unleashed became sharper.
Fighting an opponent who could also tear space apart accelerated her understanding of her fourth soul skill. With every collision, her control refined further.
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(Author notes: The various changes in Rakshasa's emotions were due to subtle manipulations of Qian Renxue)