SEC Chapter 432 Rakshasa God Makes a Move?
Chapter 432 Rakshasa God Makes a Move?
The golden wheel of judgment descended from the sky. Tang San had just climbed out of the pit when he was enveloped by that terrifying holy light. The true fire of the sun burned away the death energy of the Rakshasa, directly burning into his soul.
"ah--!"
Tang San finally let out a painful scream. His skin cracked open with charred lines, and his Rakshasa power evaporated wildly like a shadow under the blazing sun.
Immediately afterwards, he activated the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, which transformed into a dark green barrier to protect his body.
But Di Tian and Tang Chuan approached at the same time.
The Emperor's Dragon Claw once again condensed a black-gold destructive light.
Tang Chuan swept his Trident of the Sea God across, and the blue-gold wave-like divine power blocked Tang San's escape routes to the left and right.
Attacked from three sides, Tang San was no match for him. It wasn't that he wasn't strong; with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, the Rakshasa Altar, and seventeen undead titled Douluo, he was already capable of destroying any force on the continent.
The problem is, he is facing Tang Chuan, Qian Renxue, and Di Tian.
Any one of these three people would be enough to make him extremely wary.
Now that the three of them have joined forces, he has fallen into an unbearable predicament.
boom!
Emperor Tian's claw descended again, and Tang San barely managed to block it with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, but the force of the blow caused his tiger's mouth to split open and his soul to violently tremble.
Tang Chuan followed closely behind, thrusting out his trident. The Sea God Trident slashed through Tang San's shoulder, and blue-gold divine power surged into the wound like a tidal wave, suppressing his Rakshasa soul power.
Qian Renxue slashed down with her sword, and the True Fire of the Sun exploded behind Tang San, blasting him away. He then slammed into the boundary blocked by the True Fire of the Sun, before being bounced back to the center of the battlefield.
He immediately knelt down on the ground, blood continuously flowing from his mouth.
The Rakshasa Scythe was stuck beside him, its blade trembling slightly.
His soul has been cracked.
Those cracks were not visible to the naked eye, but they truly existed deep within his spiritual essence.
Every time the Emperor Dragon God's claws fell, every time the Sea God's Trident suppressed, every time the True Fire of the Sun burned, the cracks in his soul widened a little.
Tang San raised his head, stared intently at Tang Chuan, and roared:
"Why...why are you all forcing me?"
Tang Chuan said in an icy voice:
"No one forced you to massacre the city."
"No one forced you to kill someone to refine their soul."
Tang San's eyes blazed with resentment as he roared again:
"I did all this only to resurrect Xiao Wu and become a god!"
"Once I become a god, she will be fully brought back to life!"
Qian Renxue said coldly:
"What you call resurrection is just turning the dead into obedient puppets."
Tang San shook his head frantically.
"No!"
"no!"
"You all don't understand. As long as I devour enough souls, as long as I achieve the Rakshasa godhood, she will definitely awaken!"
At this point, Tang San suddenly raised his hand, finally no longer holding back.
The Rakshasa altar opened with a roar, and streams of gray-white souls surged out from the depths of the altar.
Those were the souls he had collected during the massacre of the city, which had not yet been fully refined.
Countless souls struggled, cried out, and wailed in the River of Souls.
They included the elderly, children, soldiers, soul masters, and innocent civilians.
Those souls, imprisoned in the Rakshasa Altar, were supposed to become nourishment for Tang San's attempt at the ninth trial.
But now, he can't worry about the future.
If he doesn't recover soon, he will die here.
Tang San opened his mouth and devoured the Soul River like a madman.
"Give me strength!"
"Give me strength!"
One by one, souls were forcibly swallowed into his mouth.
Grayish-white soul power surged wildly into Tang San's body, his shattered sternum began to heal, the burn marks on his body were covered by Rakshasa death energy, and the cracks in his soul were forcibly filled by a large number of dead souls.
But this filling is not a cure.
Instead, they used countless souls to forcefully block the crumbling origin.
At the same time, the pain and resentment of those lost souls rushed into Tang San's mind.
His rationality was dwindling, and his madness was growing stronger.
Upon seeing this scene, Qian Renxue's golden eyes revealed intense disgust.
"He actually devoured the unrefined soul directly."
Di Tian said in a low voice:
"This is like drinking poison to quench thirst; those vengeful spirits will turn on him."
Tang Chuan gripped the Trident of Poseidon tightly, his eyes chillingly cold.
"No matter how much he swallows."
"Today, we will make him vomit it all up."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Blue Silver Emperor beneath Tang Chuan's feet surged once more, and countless cyan-gold Blue Silver Grasses shot into the sky, transforming into a sea of life that pressed down on Tang San and the Rakshasa Altar simultaneously.
Qian Renxue raised the Angelic Holy Sword, and the true fire of the sun condensed into the second day of judgment.
Emperor Tianlong raised his claws again, and the black-gold source of destruction locked onto Tang San's soul.
Tang San was still frantically devouring souls.
His aura surged and twisted continuously. Then he raised his head, his face a mixture of blood, black energy, and vengeful spirits, his expression so ferocious it was inhuman.
Come on!
"Weren't you going to kill me?"
"I'd like to see who dies first today!"
The Rakshasa Altar trembled violently, and the seventeen undead titled Douluo simultaneously unleashed even more intense death energy. On the outer battlefield, all the undead seemed to be forcibly infused with new power, and their attacks suddenly became even more ferocious. However, Tang Chuan, Qian Renxue, and Di Tian showed no intention of retreating.
Three distinct yet equally powerful forces pressed down on Tang San simultaneously.
The three-colored divine light illuminates the Starry Sky Forest.
The blue of the sea god, the gold of the angel, the black of the dragon god.
Three completely different forces pressed down on Tang San at the same moment, like three unshakable divine mountains, firmly pinning him to the center of the battlefield.
Tang San roared to the sky, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe held horizontally in front of him, the illusory image of the Rakshasa Altar behind him trembling wildly. Countless vengeful spirits surged from the altar, forcibly devoured by him, transforming into billowing Rakshasa death energy that poured into his body. But this time, the gap could not be bridged simply by devouring souls.
Tang Chuan wielded the Trident of Poseidon, and as the blade fell, the surrounding space collapsed layer by layer like a sea. The blue-gold power of the Poseidon suppressed the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, giving Tang San no chance to even tear open space.
Qian Renxue stood high in the sky, her six wings spread, and the True Fire of the Sun transformed into a golden sun hanging behind her. Every wisp of sacred fire that fell burned away the Rakshasa death energy on Tang San's body.
Di Tian then arrived from the other side, his black-gold dragon claws coalescing once more. The source of destruction was not targeting Tang San's physical body, but rather his soul.
The three of them worked together, giving Tang San almost no chance to catch his breath.
Just as Tang San used the Rakshasa Demon Scythe to block the Sea God's Trident, Qian Renxue's Angelic Holy Sword slashed down from behind. He wanted to use the undead army to reinforce him, but on the outer battlefield, Tang Xiao, Bibi Dong, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and seventeen other undead were all being held back by the ferocious beasts and the powerful figures of the Hall of Worship.
Just as Tang Xiao's spirit was about to rush towards Tang San, Golden Crocodile Douluo transformed into the Golden Crocodile King and blocked his way.
The Clear Sky Hammer crashed down, and the Golden Crocodile King's massive jaws clamped down on the hammer. The Golden Crocodile Douluo roared:
"You're already dead, so don't keep working for that beast!"
On the other side, Xiong Jun wildly swung his claws, tearing the three undead spirits of Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji, and Tailong to shreds time and time again.
The Crimson King pressed down on the undead spirits of Ma Hongjun and Qin Ming, causing them to tumble in the sea of fire. The three heads simultaneously spewed hellfire, scorching the very essence of the undead and twisting it continuously.
Zi Ji and Bibi Dong's undead battle reached the sky, where the breath of the Hell Dragon clashed with the spider silk of the Twin Spider Kings, tearing half the sky apart with purplish-black energy.
The Demon King trapped Flander and Liu Erlong's spirits with a sea of vines, letting them burn in the flames of death, but never letting them escape.
Brigitte stood at the rear, constantly suppressing the death energy of the Rakshasa with her life radiance, which significantly slowed down the recovery speed of the undead.
Tang San's escape route was completely cut off.
"boom!"
Poseidon's trident struck down once more.
Tang San gripped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe with both hands to block the attack, but in the next instant, Tang Chuan twisted his wrist, and the gem in the center of the trident burst forth with dazzling blue-gold divine light.
"Thirteen Tridents of the Sea God, Body and Trident as One, Stars Shift and Divide!" Tang Chuan seemed to transform into a vast ocean, the trident pressing down with boundless rotational power.
The Rakshasa Demon Scythe trembled violently, Tang San's tiger's mouth split open, and the bones in his arms cracked under the strain. Before he could release the force, Qian Renxue had already slashed down from the sky.
"Angelic Divine Skill, Judgment of the Sun!"
Golden sword light pierced through the heavens and earth.
A purplish-black barrier immediately rose from the illusory image of the Rakshasa altar behind Tang San, but when the True Fire of the Sun fell on the barrier, a sizzling sound was heard, and a large area of Rakshasa death energy was purified on the spot.
The moment the barrier shattered, the sword light struck Tang San's shoulder.
Blood splattered.
Tang San's body was half charred black by the True Fire of the Sun, and the dense Rakshasa death energy surged wildly, trying to repair his injuries, but was suppressed by the Holy Fire of the Angels.
"what!"
Tang San let out a piercing scream and staggered backward, but Di Tian had already arrived.
The black and gold dragon claw descended from the side, striking Tang San directly in the chest.
"Dragon God's Claw"
Those three short words sounded like a death sentence.
Tang San's face suddenly turned deathly pale.
He tried to dodge, but the Blue Silver Emperor had already wrapped around his legs.
He tried to block it, but the Trident of Poseidon suppressed the Rakshasa Scythe.
He could only watch helplessly as the claw landed on him.
boom--!
Tang San was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood mid-air. The old wound left by Di Tian on his chest was completely torn open, and the new Dragon God power, like black and gold lightning, drilled into his meridians, causing them to rupture inch by inch and large pieces of his bones to shatter.
Even more terrifying, his very soul was ripped open by the Dragon God's claw.
For a brief moment, Tang San's vision went blank. He felt as if his soul was a mirror about to shatter, being bombarded by three divine powers.
Finally, it crashed heavily to the ground, creating a huge crater.
The Rakshasa Scythe was stuck in the distance, its blade glowing with an eerie green light that flickered intermittently.
Tang San struggled to get up, but as soon as he moved, a tearing pain shot through his body.
Most of his meridians were severed, and his soul power circulation was almost completely disrupted.
Strands of black blood flowed from his seven orifices.
Tang San raised his head, looking at Tang Chuan, Qian Renxue, and Di Tian slowly approaching. His face finally revealed undisguised terror, and he said in a trembling voice:
"No... I can't die..."
"I haven't become a god yet..."
"I haven't resurrected Xiao Wu yet..."
"How could I die here?!"
He suddenly raised his hand, and the Rakshasa altar trembled once more.
He forcibly extracted the soul river that had not been fully refined from the depths of the altar.
Countless souls screamed and surged toward Tang San.
Tang San opened his mouth and frantically devoured those souls.
His wounds began to heal, albeit barely.
The severed meridians were forcibly filled by the power of the vengeful spirits.
The cracks in the soul that were on the verge of collapse were blocked by countless dead souls like mud.
However, this recovery was extremely brutal. The resentment of the devoured souls was too strong, and their cries, curses, and wails kept exploding in Tang San's mind.
Tang San's eyes grew increasingly crazed, and the expression on his face became more and more distorted.
Tang Chuan watched this scene, his eyes growing even colder with killing intent, and said:
"You've lost even the last shred of humanity."
Qian Renxue raised the Angelic Holy Sword, her voice icy cold:
"Then send him on his way."
Di Tian did not speak, but simply raised his dragon claw once more.
The three of them moved at the same time.
Tang Chuan's Trident of the Sea God pierced towards the Rakshasa Altar, Qian Renxue's True Fire of the Sun locked onto Tang San's soul, and Di Tian's Dragon God Claw went straight for his heart.
If this attack lands, Tang San will surely die.
But at that very moment, the Rakshasa Scythe suddenly began to tremble violently.
The divine weapon that Tang San had wielded countless times suddenly floated up on its own.
A ghostly green light burst forth from the depths of the scythe.
An extremely cold, ancient, and evil aura suddenly descended upon the battlefield.
The moment this aura appeared, the sky surrounding the entire Star Dou Great Forest darkened.
The true fire of the sun was suppressed for a slight pause.
"The aura of a deity?!"
Qian Renxue's face also darkened.
"The Rakshasa god?"
Tang Chuan gripped the Trident of Poseidon tightly, his gaze fixed on the Rakshasa Scythe.
A blurry, purplish-black female phantom slowly emerged on the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
The phantom was clad in a tattered divine robe, its face exquisitely beautiful yet chillingly cold. Its eyes were like two deep, dark green abysses, looking down at the crowd as if they were a group of insignificant ants.
Rakshasa.
Although it was not the main body that descended, it was a wisp of divine consciousness remnant attached to the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
When Tang San saw the illusory figure, his eyes immediately lit up with wild joy.
"Lord Rakshasa God!"
"Help me!"
The phantom of the Rakshasa god glanced down at him, a hint of disgust flashing in its eyes.
But she never gave up on Tang San.
Bibi Dong is dead. Her most suitable successor has been completely reduced to a ghost puppet and has no chance of inheriting the divine position.
If Tang San also dies here, the lineage of the Rakshasa God in the human world will be completely severed.
She can't let Tang San die, at least not now.
Rakshasa God slowly raised his head and looked at Tang Chuan, Qian Renxue, and Di Tian.
"A successor to the sea god who has not yet become a god."
"An angel god who has just inherited the divine throne."
"A black dragon king with the bloodline of the dragon god."
"That's quite a grand display."
Qian Renxue said coldly:
"Rakshasa God, there are rules in the divine realm that gods are not allowed to interfere in the struggle for inheritance in the lower realms."
"Are you going to openly defy divine law?"
Rakshasa smiled faintly.
"Angel God, you've only just become a god, yet you dare to use the rules of the divine realm to suppress me?"
"I am but a lingering regret."
"What interference from the lower realms?"
Tang Chuan said coldly:
"If you're just a fool, you shouldn't have made a move."
Rakshasa's gaze fell on Tang Chuan. In that instant, Tang Chuan felt a chilling divine sense sweep over him, as if trying to probe his soul.
But the next moment, the Trident of Poseidon shone with a blue-gold divine light, directly shattering the spying force.
A strange light flashed in Rakshasa's eyes.
"The Trident of Poseidon has recognized its master."
"No wonder Tang San lost so badly."
She looked down at Tang San, her voice icy:
"waste."
Tang San trembled, a look of humiliation flashing in his eyes, but he dared not refute.
Rakshasa continued:
"However, no matter how useless he is, he is still the last successor to my Rakshasa godhood."
"You cannot take his life."
As soon as he finished speaking, the phantom of the Rakshasa god suddenly opened his arms.
The Rakshasa Scythe erupted with an unprecedented eerie green divine light.
"Rakshasa's divine skill."
"Ten thousand souls die in place of each other, the divine scythe breaks through the boundary!"
boom--!
The Rakshasa altar behind Tang San suddenly cracked open.
Countless souls imprisoned deep within the altar were forcibly sacrificed at this moment. Before they could even scream, they transformed into a gray-white tide of souls, surging into the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
The Rakshasa Demon Scythe cleaves across the void.
This scythe is no longer a power that Tang San can wield, but a true divine skill.
The space sealed by the true fire of the sun was actually cleaved open with a crack.
Qian Renxue's expression changed, and she immediately unleashed the Angelic Holy Sword.
"Trying to leave?"
The golden holy sword slashed towards the rift.
Tang Chuan also made his move at the same time, his Trident of Poseidon transforming into a blue-gold stream of light, piercing straight at the phantom of the Rakshasa God.
Di Tian roared even more furiously, and the Dragon God Claw fell again, attempting to tear apart even the Rakshasa's divine sense.
The god Rakshasa was prepared.
With a wave of her hand, the power of ten thousand souls transformed into three dark green divine shields.
The first one blocked the angel's holy sword.
The second side blocked the trident of Poseidon.
The third side was torn apart by the Emperor Heaven Dragon God Claw, but it also slowed down the speed of the Dragon God Claw by half a breath.
That half-breath was enough. The phantom of the Rakshasa God grabbed Tang San's soul essence and pulled his tattered body and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe into the crack at the same time.
The undead titled Douluo behind Tang San were also forcibly transformed into wisps of black mist under the pull of the Rakshasa Altar, and quickly disappeared into the crack.
Xiong Jun roared and tore half of Dai Mubai's undead body apart with his dark gold claws, but he still couldn't stop it from being swept away.
Golden Crocodile Douluo also shattered the spirit of a Haotian Elder with a single blow, but the core of that spirit was still forcibly dragged into the spatial rift by the power of the Rakshasa God.
In the blink of an eye, Tang San, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, the afterimage of the Rakshasa Altar, and the entire undead army were all pulled into the crack.
Before the rift closed, the phantom of the Rakshasa god turned back to look at Tang Chuan and the other two.
Her gaze was cold and sinister.
"This time, you win."
"But Tang San will not die."
"When he truly inherits the position of Rakshasa, you will all regret not kneeling down and begging for mercy today."
Upon hearing this, Tang Chuan's eyes turned icy cold. He thrust out the Trident of the Sea God, its blue-gold light piercing through the void, finally striking a corner of the Rakshasa God's phantom before the rift completely closed.
The phantom of the Rakshasa god trembled slightly, and a blue-gold crack was torn open on its shoulder.
Qian Renxue's True Sun Fire also burned into the crack, incinerating part of the Rakshasa's divine sense.
The aftershocks of Di Tian's Dragon God Claw left three black-gold claw marks before the space closed.
The next second, the rift suddenly closed, and Tang San disappeared.
The deathly aura of the Rakshasa dissipated rapidly.
The entire battlefield fell into a brief, deathly silence.
Enraged, Xiong Jun slammed his paw into the ground and roared:
"What happened? He got away again?!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression was also extremely ugly, and he complained:
"A god personally interfering in the mortal realm—this Rakshasa god is truly shameless."
Qian Renxue hovered in mid-air, her golden eyes still brimming with killing intent. Just as she was about to speak, Di Tian preemptively asked, "Boy, do you think the God Realm will get involved in this matter?"
Tang Chuan slowly retracted the Trident of Poseidon, gazing at the spot where the spatial rift had disappeared, and said:
"Probably so, the force she used when she attacked was too obvious."
"Especially since divine techniques were used, it's impossible to hide this from the Enforcer God of the Divine Realm." (End of Chapter)