"In this world, I am supreme!"
With a single punch, the once tranquil space surged like a stormy sea, shattering and twisting upon impact. A unique spatial ripple spread outward as Chen Xiaoming unleashed his divine spatial power.
Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong, who were charging forward, both felt a sudden shift in their expressions. The fluctuations within the spatial energy sent an overwhelming sense of crisis surging through them. A chilling aura of death gripped their hearts.
"This is bad!"
Bibi Dong shouted, her immense Rakshasa God power erupting. The sky darkened instantly as an endless tide of resentment poured into her body. The purple glow of her divine armor flared intensely, and the enormous scythe in her hands slashed forward in defense.
Boom!
Qian Renxue, sensing the looming catastrophe, abandoned all distractions. The divine power of the Angel God within her burst forth. The oppressive darkness that had covered the heavens was immediately torn apart by the blinding radiance of the sun. Although this diminished Bibi Dong's strength, she had no choice.
Drawing upon the true flames of the sun, Qian Renxue's six wings quivered, absorbing the scorching fire energy raining down from above, which then merged into her wings.
Raising the Angel Holy Sword high, endless flames descended, merging with the blade.
At this moment, the world was split in two—one side shrouded in darkness and malevolence, the other basking in radiant sunlight. Yet both forces converged as one, resisting Chen Xiaoming's attack.
As the two divine powers surged forward, silver light erupted in the turbulent space. Spatial energy exploded outward.
The violet Rakshasa God energy and the blazing Angel God energy were swept away by the silver radiance, dissolving like snow under the sun. An overwhelming presence, akin to the will of the heavens, ignored both the Rakshasa Scythe and the Angel Holy Sword, striking directly at the minds of Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue.
In an instant, their expressions twisted in terror. Their vision blurred as the space before them warped, revealing an unimaginably colossal figure that, with a mere wave of its hand, shattered the endless starry sky.
The divine power within both Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue dissipated in an instant. More terrifyingly, they sensed their divine cores trembling, as if that unfathomable will sought to erase their existence entirely.
They fought back with all their remaining strength, unleashing wave after wave of terrifying attacks, yet each was effortlessly annihilated, unable to resist in the slightest.
Splurt! Splurt!
As the silver light swept over them, their bodies began to fade. In reality, the dazed expressions in their eyes vanished, and they coughed up divine blood, their divine power plummeting. Their faces turned deathly pale.
"Is this... the end?"
Silver light flickered beneath Bibi Dong, her body steadily dissolving into the glow. As she gazed at the slowly approaching Chen Xiaoming, the hatred that once filled her heart unexpectedly faded into tranquility.
She could feel her divine body and soul being erased—an irreversible fate.
A lifetime of scheming, all undone at the hands of Chen Xiaoming. Yet, in this final moment, Bibi Dong felt little resentment. Instead, her gaze softened with lingering attachment as she turned toward Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue's condition was no better; the silver glow was devouring her as well. Determination flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. She reached out and grasped Qian Renxue's shoulder firmly.
Her dissipating divine power and soul force erupted one last time, drawing the silver radiance that had been devouring Qian Renxue toward herself instead.
"What are you doing? Let go!"
Qian Renxue cried out in alarm, unleashing her power to resist, but the silver light moved far faster.
In the blink of an eye, it engulfed Bibi Dong's right hand.
A flash of silver, and Bibi Dong's right arm vanished. Her Rakshasa God form disintegrated, never to return.
Blood trickled from the corners of her mouth as her body crumbled from both top and bottom. Yet, a peaceful expression settled upon her face as she looked upon the unharmed Qian Renxue, a faint smile appearing on her lips.
"Why... why would you do this? I don't need you to save me!"
As Bibi Dong's body fell, Qian Renxue caught her, landing atop the peak of Heavenly Sword Mountain.
A gentle breeze stirred the air. With her divine form fading, Bibi Dong returned to her natural beauty, though now tinged with a sorrowful grace.
Holding Bibi Dong's frail body, Qian Renxue's heart clenched with unbearable pain. A sorrow too deep for words surged through her, growing stronger by the second.
Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she looked at the fragile woman in her arms. She had never imagined that this person, who had once been so cruel to her, would sacrifice herself to save her.
"Cough... can I see him one last time? I know he's here... over there."
Bibi Dong's sorrowful eyes turned toward a distant peak, where a lone figure watched in silence.
Tang San hesitated, glancing at Chen Xiaoming, who gave a slight nod. With a flicker, Tang San vanished, returning moments later with Grandmaster and the others.
Floating in the void, Chen Xiaoming watched impassively. The love and hatred between Bibi Dong and Grandmaster were finally resolved, yet whether it brought them solace or agony remained unknown.
He felt no guilt for killing Bibi Dong, nor did he pity her.
The pitiful often have their own sins to bear. Even if he had not slain her, she would have perished by Tang San's hand. Moreover, she had sought to kill him first.
As the silver light continued to erase her, Chen Xiaoming made no effort to intervene. In her final moments, Bibi Dong's gaze lingered on Qian Renxue, her voice weak and halting.
"Xue... Er... may I... call you that...? Promise me... that you will... live well... don't seek... revenge for me... as long as... you all... live in peace... I will be... satisfied..."
"Mother!"
The words Qian Renxue had held back for so long finally burst forth. She hugged Bibi Dong tightly, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Yes... yes..."
Listening to Qian Renxue's tearful cries, Bibi Dong smiled. Her eyes, once filled with resentment, now gleamed with warmth and contentment. She gently raised her half-dissolved hand, as if to caress Qian Renxue's head, but before she could, her body completely faded into the wind.
"Live... on..."
Her final words echoed as her body disintegrated into countless silver fragments, drifting away with the breeze.
Time seemed to freeze. Qian Renxue stared at the empty space in her arms before breaking down into heart-wrenching sobs, murmuring, "Mother..."
Beside her, Grandmaster also wept bitterly, grief-stricken beyond words.
Bibi Dong—the Pope of the Spirit Hall, the first Empress of the Spirit Empire—had perished atop Heavenly Sword Mountain.
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