The Star Dou Great Forest had gone unnaturally quiet.
Not the peaceful quiet of nature at rest—but the suffocating stillness that came when something greater than instinct pressed down upon the land. Leaves no longer rustled. Spirit beasts hid or lay flat against the earth, unwilling to breathe.
Behind Su Chen, the Divine Gold Spirit Ring revolved in slow silence.
Its light did not blind.
It judged.
Bibi Dong stood opposite him, frozen in place. Her fingers tightened around her scepter until the metal groaned softly under her grip. For the first time in decades, her confidence—the armor she wore even before gods—was cracking.
The man in front of her was calm. Too calm.
He wasn't threatening her. He wasn't tempting her with sweet lies.
He was offering her something far more dangerous.
Freedom.
"You know who I am," Bibi Dong said quietly. The authority in her voice was gone, stripped down to something raw and exposed. "You know what Spirit Hall did to me. What he did to me."
Her eyes burned.
"And you still ask me to destroy it?"
"I ask you to destroy the cage," Su Chen replied.
He stepped closer—not invading her space, not posturing. Just close enough to be undeniable.
"The Spirit Hall was never yours. It belongs to the Angel bloodline. To Qian Daoliu. To his god." His gaze was steady, merciless in its clarity. "You were never the master. You were the weapon."
Silence pressed down.
Su Chen raised his hand.
The Divine Gold Ring hovered above his palm.
"I'm offering you ownership of your fate," he said. "No Angel God. No Rakshasa God. No chains disguised as inheritance."
"Just you."
Something inside Bibi Dong shattered.
Twenty years of hatred—toward her teacher, her captors, the world, and herself—surged upward like poison breaking through a dam. Her hand trembled as she reached out.
And then—
BOOOOM
The sky split open.
A pillar of holy light tore through the forest canopy, vaporizing ancient branches as if they were mist. The pressure was immediate and absolute.
Six radiant wings unfurled across the heavens.
A colossal angelic avatar descended, golden and flawless, its presence burning away shadows by mere existence.
An old man floated down before it.
White hair. Golden armor. Eyes filled with divine certainty.
Qian Daoliu.
Limit Douluo. Grand Priest of the Angel God.
"Insolence!" His voice thundered across the forest. "Bibi Dong! You dare conspire with an outsider to destroy my son's legacy?"
His gaze shifted to Su Chen, dripping with disdain.
"And you—heretic. Wielding false divinity. Today, the Angel cleanses impurity."
Behind him, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo staggered back in terror.
"T-The Grand Priest…"
Su Chen looked up at the angelic figure.
He didn't rise to meet it.
He exhaled.
"…Troublesome."
He turned his head slightly.
"Esdeath. Saeko."
His voice was even.
"We have guests."
---
The Clash of Systems
"Finally," Esdeath said, smiling.
The temperature plummeted.
Frost exploded outward from her boots, racing across the forest floor as her Teigu awakened.
"Ice Cavalry."
The air cracked as mounted figures formed from absolute zero, lances glowing with killing intent.
Saeko stepped forward, drawing her blade. Shadow and crimson light coiled around it.
"A Titled Douluo?" she murmured. "Let's see if legends bleed."
"Kill them!" Qian Daoliu commanded.
Ghost Douluo dissolved into mist, laughter echoing.
"Physical attacks are meaningless to me!"
Saeko didn't stop.
Her blade cut through space.
Not flesh—concept.
The sword bit.
Ghost Douluo screamed.
He looked down at his arm.
A single cut.
No blood.
Just spreading black veins.
"My Spirit Power—!" His voice broke. "It won't purge it—!"
He collapsed.
Heart seized.
Dead.
On the other side, Chrysanthemum Douluo didn't even have time to retreat.
"Mahapadma," Esdeath said calmly.
Space froze.
She walked through suspended petals and shattered them one by one.
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God vs. Admin
Qian Daoliu's expression twisted.
"Useless!"
Golden light erupted.
"Angel Domain!"
Purification washed outward, clashing violently with Su Chen's Necrotic Domain.
"You rely on the sun?" Su Chen asked.
He raised his hand.
Gravity obeyed.
"Kneel."
The air collapsed.
Qian Daoliu's wings strained, bones cracking as invisible pressure forced him downward.
"I am the messenger of the Angel God!" he roared. "I do not kneel!"
He drew the Angel Sacred Sword.
Holy fire tore through the air—
And Su Chen caught it.
Bare-handed.
The flames burned. His flesh regenerated instantly.
"Your god is dead," Su Chen said coldly. "And even alive, he'd just be Level 100."
Space folded.
He appeared behind Qian Daoliu.
The Trident of the Abyssal Sovereign descended.
The angel shattered.
Qian Daoliu fell like a broken star.
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The Choice
Su Chen stood at the crater's edge.
He looked at Bibi Dong.
"I won't kill him," he said.
"You will."
She stepped forward.
Her Death Spider Emperor rose behind her, monstrous and beautiful.
"For twenty years," she whispered, "I waited."
"Think of Renxue!" Qian Daoliu begged. "She is your daughter!"
That was the wrong choice.
Bibi Dong screamed.
"Eternal Death!"
The spider devoured him.
The Angel God's lineage ended in silence.
---
Aftermath
The forest breathed again.
Bibi Dong stood still, hollow—and free.
Su Chen handed her a handkerchief.
"You have a kingdom to reorganize."
She took it.
The madness faded.
Something steadier replaced it.
---
Three Days Later
The Black Dragon Fortress hovered above Spirit Hall like a black sun.
Su Chen sat on the throne.
Bibi Dong beside him.
"Resources," Su Chen said calmly. "Spirit bones. Ice and Fire Well. And your daughter."
She nodded.
The world had changed.
And Su Chen was just getting started.