Fighting an opponent who could also tear space apart accelerated her understanding of her fourth soul skill. With every collision, her control refined further..
The fight intensified, neither side yielding.
And amid the chaos—Qian Renxue's eyes remained calm.
As their battle dragged on, divine light and corrupted aura had already shattered very large part of the continent. Craters overlapped craters. Spatial fissures stitched and tore repeatedly. The air itself had become unstable, alternating between scorching brilliance and suffocating malice.
After yet another violent exchange, Qian Renxue stepped back lightly into the void. Her wings spread wider.
"Nine Sun Style… Fourth Style: The Burning Sun."
Her sword rose vertically. Then— A miniature sun ignited in midair.
It radiated terrifying heat and compressed brilliance, layers of flame folding inward like a collapsing star.
With a calm motion, Qian Renxue pushed forward. The Burning Sun descended.
Rakshasa did not retreat. She raised her scythe and met it head-on.
BOOM—!
The explosion was cataclysmic.
A blinding column of light erupted skyward, piercing through layers of cloud and tearing open the already fractured domain. The ground below liquefied under extreme heat before collapsing into a massive crater, its center glowing with molten radiance.
Shockwaves rolled outward for miles.
When the dust and divine turbulence finally settled—
Rakshasa Goddess emerged from the center of the devastation.
Her scythe was gone from her grasp.
She hovered slowly upward, arms spread wide as though embracing the heavens.
Dark purple aura gathered around her once more, thicker than before.
"Did you not understand until now?" she said, her voice echoing across the shattered battlefield. "In this place, filled with malicious thoughts and resentment, I am invincible."
As she spoke, strands of dark energy rose from the broken earth like vapor. Residual hatred from fallen beings, lingering grudges embedded in the plane, chaotic emotions trapped in cracks of space—all of it flowed toward her.
"They are my nourishment," she continued, smiling coldly. "An infinite power supply. And I am sure… you will be the one exhausted in the end."
Her eyes narrowed.
"Open the plane space lock. I might just spare you."
Her tone carried deliberate manipulation. It was a psychological probe disguised as negotiation.
But Qian Renxue did not even react. Her gaze was fixed downward.
Specifically—
On the Mountain Dragon King Spear in her hand.
Thin cracks ran along its shaft. Faint purple corrosive aura seeped from those fractures, hissing softly as it attempted to spread further.
From the beginning of the battle, she had instinctively used the spear to block Rakshasa's corrosive strikes instead of her sword.
The spear was not a peak divine artifact, but its foundation was forged from ancient draconic material—naturally resilient and dense.
Yet it was damaged. That alone spoke volumes.
'My instincts were correct…' she thought calmly.
'That energy is designed to erode weapons.'
Rakshasa's Wither authority did not merely cut—it degraded structural integrity. Qian Renxue lifted her gaze toward Rakshasa again.
"And her corruption attempted to infiltrate my consciousness…"
She had sensed it earlier—dark currents brushing against her mind.
But what Rakshasa did not realize was this:
From the very beginning of the battle, Qian Renxue had already performed a subtle battle hypnosis.
Rakshasa believed she was drawing infinite strength from the malicious emotions embedded in this plane.
But in reality—
Her perception of "invincibility" was Guided.
Her voice was calm, steady.
"Whether you can defeat me… let the outcome of the fight decide that."
She paused briefly.
"And don't you know?"
A faint, almost teasing smile appeared on her lips.
"Villains tend to die faster when they talk too much."
Rakshasa Goddess was not enraged by Qian Renxue's words.
Instead—she laughed.
"He! He! He! It seems… I must show you the true strength of this Rakshasa Goddess."
Her arms spread wide once more.
This time, it was not merely nearby resentment that responded. The entire Dragon Realm trembled.
From the shattered mountains, from the ancient dragon ruins buried beneath layers of dust, from lingering grudges left behind by fallen Dragon Kings—streams of dark, malicious thought began converging toward her.
All of it gathered into Rakshasa's body. Her aura swelled exponentially. The sky dimmed further, as though twilight had fallen over the world.
Qian Renxue watched silently.Then she raised her sword.
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"Nine Sun Style… Eighth Form: The Dark Sun."
In an instant—The light of the entire Dragon Realm seemed to vanish.
Golden radiance folded inward and collapsed upon itself. The light dimmed into a suffocating twilight, as if the sun had been swallowed by shadow.
Her blade ignited, with dark flames coiled around it.
Rakshasa's eyes grew eerie as she absorbed increasing volumes of malicious thoughts. Her pupils dilated, purple veins faintly surfacing along her temples.
She sensed danger, so without hesitation, she vanished and reappeared directly before Qian Renxue.
She intended to interrupt the charge before the technique could fully manifest.
But—Qian Renxue smiled, because the delay with prolonged charging had been intentional, as it was bait.
Rakshasa had stepped into the optimal range herself.
The blade struck Rakshasa squarely in the chest.
BOOM—!
The explosion eclipsed everything.