"Tang Xiao, I didn't expect that the one to inherit the mantle of the Evil God would be you," Qian Renxue said coldly.
Tang Xiao replied, "Qian Renxue, why are you blocking my path?"
"You should know well enough the feud between my Angel Clan and the Rakshasa God. Moreover, you — the Evil God — are leading an army of evil soul masters marching toward the Douluo Continent. As the Angel God of this generation, how could I possibly stand idly by?"
"The hypocritical Angel Clan," Tang Xiao sneered with disdain. "Since you're so eager to die, then become part of my slavel paradise!"
As he spoke, Tang Xiao lifted the Rakshasa Scythe and swung it down toward Qian Renxue, who sat calmly upon her Angelic Throne.
Yet, as the scythe was about to strike, Qian Renxue — together with her throne — vanished completely from sight.
Tang Xiao froze for an instant, then suddenly felt divine power gathering behind him.
He spun around — and there she was again, still seated on her radiant throne, now appearing behind him.
"Rakshasa Domain!" Tang Xiao roared.
At once, a surge of dark, sinister energy spread outward from his body, engulfing the surrounding space in his twisted, evil aura.
Only the sacred glow of the Angelic Throne kept Qian Renxue untouched, forming a small purified haven amidst the darkness.
Slowly, she stood from her throne. Each step she took upon the air formed luminous stairways made of intertwining light and shadow beneath her boots.
"Oh, Tang Xiao," she said, "I forgot to clarify something for you — I am not the same Angel God you think I am."
Her twelve wings folded around her body, concealing her in holy radiance. Then they spread wide again — and with that motion, her suppressed divine pressure burst forth.
The sheer force of a Divine King erupted, instantly wiping away Tang Xiao's Rakshasa Domain.
"I am the Chaotic Angel God King."
Her true divinity flared without restraint.
"T-This… this is impossible…" Tang Xiao's voice trembled with fear.
Angels and Sin were natural opposites — light and darkness, flame and frost, judgment and sin.
Yet, Qian Renxue embodied all six aspects — and not only possessed them, but surpassed him in each.
Her very presence overwhelmed him; suppression upon suppression, contrast upon contrast — Tang Xiao felt even the will to resist drain away.
Qian Renxue reached back toward the luminous halo behind her and grasped a handle at its center.
From that chaos of light and shadow, she slowly drew out two radiant whips — one black as night, the other pure white.
When she cracked them through the air, a deafening snap! echoed.
Divine Artifact: Dual Whips of Light and Darkness.
The instant Tang Xiao saw them, he felt his very bloodline scream in pain — the force of divine restraint tightening around him.
His expression twisted in dread and disbelief.
So this… is the power of a God King?
"Then so be it!" Tang Xiao bellowed, forcing his divine power to its limit, pouring all of it into the Rakshasa Scythe.
Rakshasa God Technique: Scythe of Sinful Judgment!
Seeing his attack, Qian Renxue lashed out her dark whip, entangling the scythe. Instantly, Tang Xiao felt the sinful energy he had imbued into the weapon being drained away — drawn endlessly into the whip.
He tried to pull free, but then her light whip struck across his body.
"Urgh—AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The attributes of light burned through his essence; each lash seared both flesh and spirit.
The dark whip coiled around him and his scythe, binding them together in an unbreakable grip. Suppressed by an opposing yet superior divinity, Tang Xiao felt utterly powerless — like a lesser demon before a greater god.
Each swing of the whips tore another scream from him.
Above them, the sky shimmered with the crossing trails of light and shadow, and every crack of the whip echoed Tang Xiao's agonized cries.
Despair filled him. He was utterly crushed — unable to fight back even once.
And yet, alongside despair was unwillingness.
After all his struggle, he had finally become a god — ready to take revenge upon Tang Hao and Tang San, and to transform the entire continent into a paradise for himself and Ah Yin.
But now, before that dream could even begin, he was being destroyed by Qian Renxue. How could he accept such humiliation?
"Rakshasa! Rakshasa! Save me!" Tang Xiao screamed between strikes.
From the depths of the divine realm, the old Rakshasa God sighed.
"Tang Xiao… your situation truly leaves me helpless. Even if I could fight her, we gods are forbidden from intervening in the lower planes. I can't help you."
"Then— what do I do?!" Tang Xiao cried, his voice breaking between lashes.
"There is one way," said the Rakshasa God slowly. "Though I doubt you'll like it."
"W-What way?! AAHHHHHH—" Tang Xiao's plea was punctuated by another painful strike.
"You could beg her to spare you," the Rakshasa God suggested. "Offer her something in return — tell her you'll help her eliminate the Asura God in her place."
"What?! You want me to beg her?!" Tang Xiao's face twisted with fury and shame.
"I've given you my advice," the Rakshasa God said curtly. "Whether you use it or not — that's your problem."
Then the connection was cut.
Qian Renxue suddenly withdrew her whips, and Tang Xiao, panting and bloodied, thought the torture was finally over — until she said quietly, her tone chillingly amused:
"Time's running out, you know."
The smooth whips began to sprout spikes of light and darkness, like twisting thorns.
When she swung them again, they hissed through the air like serpents.
Seeing this, Tang Xiao swallowed hard — realizing she meant to finish him off.
"No… no, Qian Renxue! Angel God King! Merciful one! Please— spare me! Let me live!"
He dropped to his knees, his charred, blackened skin covered in burning lash marks that glowed with lingering holy and demonic energy, each one tormenting both body and soul.
Qian Renxue looked down coldly.
"How ridiculous. And why, exactly, should I spare you?"
Tang Xiao gasped, desperate. "You may not know… there's someone else on this continent, besides you and me, who's about to ascend to godhood — someone whose existence could threaten the rule of your Spirit Hall!"
"Oh?" Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow. "And who is that?"
"My nephew, Tang San."
"What godhood is he inheriting?" she demanded.
"The Asura God," Tang Xiao answered, sensing a glimmer of hope. "He's your Spirit Hall's enemy… and mine as well. Spare me, and my Salve Legion will avoid clashing with your forces — at least until I've settled things with him. Let us fight while you stand aside and reap the benefit when both sides are weak. That's the advantage you'll gain if you let me live."
Qian Renxue withdrew her twin Angelic Whips, pretending to ponder for a while before speaking calmly:
"Let you go and have you eliminate my enemies for me? Sounds like an interesting offer… but how can I trust you?"
Hearing that, Tang Xiao's eyes lit up with hope. He immediately swore solemnly,
"I swear upon my divine seat—if I break my word, may I fall from godhood, my martial soul shatter, and my body become a cripple for eternity!"
Qian Renxue's golden eyes narrowed slightly.
"I don't believe in oaths—especially those of a deceitful Rakshasa God."
"Then what must I do to earn your trust?" Tang Xiao asked, frustration flickering in his voice.
"Compared to your oath," Qian Renxue replied coldly, "I trust my own methods more. Now… open your mind and spirit."
"This…" Tang Xiao hesitated.
"Or I'll kill you right now," she said, her tone as sharp as her divine light.
"Fine," Tang Xiao said bitterly. He had no choice but to open his mind.
The next instant, an intense surge of golden, searing energy entered his soul—the imprint of the Angel God etched itself deep into his spiritual core.
"I have planted the Angel's Divine Seal within your soul," Qian Renxue declared. "Only a God-King can remove it. Through it, I can sense your every movement. If you dare defy your oath—no matter which world you flee to—I will find you and destroy you."
Tang Xiao's expression darkened. "Now that I bear your seal, can you finally trust me?"
"You may send your Slave Legion to Douluo Continent to hunt Tang San," Qian Renxue said, "but under two conditions: you will not appear in human sight, and you must not harm a single innocent. I will be watching you. Should you disobey—this will be your fate."
She spread her six radiant wings wide. A storm of golden feathers—Angel's Feathers—fell like rain over the vast fleet below.
Wherever they touched, holy fire ignited.
The fleet was engulfed in cleansing flames; the screams of the Slaves echoed as both flesh and souls were incinerated to nothingness.
Tang Xiao's heart bled as he watched. Those souls were the backbone of his army—his undead, sustained by the Rakshasa Domain. Without them, his forces would vanish completely. And now… half of them were gone in moments.
When the inferno finally subsided, half the Slave fleet had been obliterated. Tang Xiao didn't dare voice a single complaint.
"Do you understand now?" Qian Renxue asked coldly.
"I understand. The Slave Legion will strictly obey your divine command, Goddess of Angels. We will not disturb a single soul of Douluo Continent," Tang Xiao said hastily, forcing a smile.
Behind Qian Renxue, the Angelic Halo expanded, transforming into a brilliant portal of light. Her figure stepped through and vanished. Before the portal faded, her voice echoed faintly:
"Tang Xiao, I hope you keep your word… or your life will be the price."
For a long time, Tang Xiao remained frozen, his expression dark and twisted. Originally, he had planned to attack the continent, to bathe it in blood and expand his undead legion—destroying the Spirit Hall, the two empires, and Tang San all in one stroke.
But Qian Renxue's interference had forced him to change his plans.
He snarled under his breath, "Qian Renxue, you vile woman… just wait. Once I'm done with my dear nephew, I'll come find you—and we'll settle this properly."
Saying that, Tang Xiao flew back toward his flagship.
Down below, Tang Hao had been watching the entire battle from afar.
He had witnessed Tang Xiao being beaten mercilessly by Qian Renxue, hanging helplessly in midair, and he couldn't help but sneer.
Tang Xiao, you disgrace. The Rakshasa God is supposed to be on par with the Angel God! In the previous life, Bibi Dong wielded it to overpower Qian Renxue by a hair. Yet now, in your hands, you can't even stand against her. Pathetic. A useless fool.
Still, this scene only reinforced Tang Hao's theory:
The Rakshasa God exists only to serve as a stepping stone for the Asura God.
In the previous timeline, Tang San's talent was fully realized, so Bibi Dong's Rakshasa power had been a worthy obstacle. But in this life, Tang San had suffered repeated setbacks and his foundation was weaker—so the "stepping stone" given to him, Tang Xiao, was far less powerful.
Feeling smug at this revelation, Tang Hao chuckled darkly.
But when Qian Renxue's divine feathers fell from the sky, turning the sea into a blazing inferno, that smugness turned into sheer fear.
Thankfully, his ship was not among those targeted by her divine wrath.
Soon, it seemed Qian Renxue and Tang Xiao had reached some form of truce, and she departed—leaving Tang Hao gritting his teeth in resentment.
Tang Xiao limped back to his warship, his body covered in burns and whip marks. Seeing Tang Hao, he smirked coldly.
"Dead rat… you don't look too happy that I survived."
Tang Hao forced an awkward laugh and waved his hands.
"No, no, Brother Tang Xiao, of course not. Why would I be?"
Tang Xiao sneered. "I might as well tell you. The only reason I'm still alive is because that vile woman and I share a common enemy—your son."
Tang Hao's eyes widened in fury.
"So you'd rather let Qian Renxue reap the benefits while you attack my son first?"
"That's right," Tang Xiao said without hesitation. "I'll deal with the Spirit Hall later. For now, I hate you—and that wretched nephew of mine—far more. Once he's dead, Ah Yin's shame will be erased, and she and I can finally be together… have a child of our own. I can't wait to see the despair on your face, Tang Hao. Hahaha!"
"You…" Tang Hao trembled with rage.
"Don't be too proud, Tang Xiao! The Angel God and Rakshasa God are but first-level deities. Once my son ascends as the Asura God, both of you will crawl beneath his feet!"
But Tang Xiao ignored him. He turned instead to his subordinate, Tang Tian, and said icily:
"Slave Tang Tian, my foolish brother still doesn't seem to understand his place. What do you think we should do?"
Tang Tian bowed and replied respectfully,
"My lord, we'll beat him until he learns. If a hundred lashes aren't enough, then a thousand. If a thousand aren't enough, then ten thousand."
Tang Xiao nodded approvingly.
"Good. I'll leave the education of this worthless fool to you."
"It is my honor, my master," Tang Tian replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he cracked a massive whip and strode toward Tang Hao.
Seeing the whip, Tang Hao paled.
"Father—father, please! It's me! Your son, Tang Hao!"
SNAP!
The first lash landed across his back, drawing a scream of agony.
"How could I forget?" Tang Tian hissed. "My good son—the same one who killed me with his 'filial hammer.'"
Another whip followed. Then another.
Soon, Tang Hao's screams echoed across the deck,
raw and unending—
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!