Douluo Dalu:Breaking Clan

Early the next morning, Yang Podi, Bibi Dong, and Qian Renxue met at the entrance of the Supreme Pontiff Hall.

Both Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue appeared exceptionally solemn. Bibi Dong was clad in golden armor, crowned with a golden headdress, and held a scepter, radiating an unparalleled aura of authority.

Qian Renxue also wore golden battle armor, with a massive golden sword strapped to her back. The sword exuded a sacred glow—it was none other than the Angelic Holy Sword.

Under Bibi Dong's lead, the three of them proceeded directly to her chambers, which concealed the entrance to the Rakshasa Secret Realm.

Qian Renxue's face darkened slightly. "Bibi Dong, you actually built the Supreme Pontiff Hall above the Rakshasa Secret Realm. This is an insult to my Angel Clan."

Bibi Dong sneered. "The Angel Clan? Your so-called Angel Clan is nothing but a filthy race. The Rakshasa Secret Realm has always been here. Perhaps you should consider why such a realm exists beneath the light of the angels."

Seeing the two about to argue, Yang Podi quickly interrupted, "Lead the way. If you two want to quarrel, save it for after I've dealt with my business."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong waved her hand lightly, and a black secret door appeared on the wall. From within the door emanated an endless aura of malevolence.

"Once you enter the Rakshasa Secret Realm, you'll be on your own. Not even I can help you. If you want to back out, now's your chance."

Ignoring Bibi Dong's words, Yang Podi stepped directly into the darkness, followed closely by Qian Renxue without a moment's hesitation.

Bibi Dong shook her head slightly before stepping into the Rakshasa Secret Realm as well.

Inside, the atmosphere was entirely different. The realm was suffused with coldness, darkness, and evil. At its center stood the enormous Rakshasa Scythe, exuding an aura that seemed to embody the source of all malice.

However, upon entering, Yang Podi radiated a peculiar red glow, shielding himself from the realm's pervasive cold. Qian Renxue's Angelic Holy Sword emitted a holy light, and even her martial soul emanated golden purification energy, repelling the evil aura.

As the three gazed at the Rakshasa Scythe, it suddenly erupted in black light, and a massive black shadow appeared behind it.

The shadow, filled with boundless temptation and malevolence, spoke, "Successor of the Asura God, successor of the Angel God—how bold of you to step into my Rakshasa Secret Realm. Even as inheritors of divine legacies, within my realm, you are at my mercy."

With these words, a colossal black hand reached out toward them, as if to tear them apart.

Before Yang Podi could react, the realm suddenly underwent a tremendous upheaval.

Yang Podi and Qian Renxue found themselves in a strange environment where time and space seemed to stand still.

When Yang Podi opened his eyes again, he appeared to be in Heaven Dou City—more precisely, in the royal palace of Heaven Dou.

A peculiar memory surfaced in Yang Podi's mind. In this memory, he and Qian Renxue had supported each other and schemed tirelessly to reach their current position.

However, Qian Renxue was no longer clad in golden armor. Instead, she wore a long golden robe, crowned with a golden headdress, and held a scepter.

Her stunningly beautiful face exuded an air of nobility and allure.

Below her, countless ministers cheered, "Congratulations to Her Majesty on ascending the throne! Long live the Empress!"

On the throne, Qian Renxue seemed exceptionally elated, as if she had fulfilled a long-cherished dream. "Rise, all of you. I vow to lead the Heaven Dou Empire to unify the continent and restore its former glory."

The ministers roared in unison, "Long live Her Majesty! Long live the Empress!"

Unexpectedly, Yang Podi sat beside Qian Renxue on a slightly lower throne. He was also dressed in regal attire, wearing a small crown, silently watching her.

Qian Renxue beamed with joy. "Podi, from today onward, I am the Empress of Heaven Dou Empire, and you are my Emperor Consort. Together, we shall usher in an era of peace."

Yang Podi gazed at her with equal affection. "Xiaoxue, you will forever be my one and only Empress."

After the coronation ceremony, the two retreated to the royal chambers.

Yang Podi caressed Qian Renxue's flawless face. "Xiaoxue, you're stunning today. I'm willing to give up everything for you. From now on, we'll always be together, never apart."

Qian Renxue, her face brimming with happiness, replied, "Podi, I feel so fortunate. We'll never be separated again."

They gazed into each other's eyes, their affection deepening as if the other were their entire world.

As time passed, their gazes locked, and their lips met in a kiss, gradually losing themselves in the moment.

Back in the Rakshasa Secret Realm, Yang Podi and Qian Renxue's eyes were filled with confusion, their faces showing traces of intoxication, as if trapped in an irresistible dream.

Meanwhile, Bibi Dong stood nearby, her face dark and her hands trembling slightly.

The shadow of the Rakshasa God suddenly spoke, "My successor, you've done well to bring both the Asura God's successor and the Angel God's successor here. If you devour them, you will inherit the Rakshasa God's position and become the sole and unparalleled existence of the past millennia."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong's face twisted further, as if teetering on the edge of an abyss.

The shadow continued, "Have you forgotten? It was the filthy bloodline of the Angel Clan that subjected you to humiliation. Didn't you vow to erase that humiliation and destroy the Angel Clan's foundation? Now is your best chance."

At that moment, the massive Rakshasa Scythe floated down before Bibi Dong, seemingly within her grasp.

"Successor, why hesitate? Take the Rakshasa Scythe, devour them, and you will gain unparalleled power, eternal life, and become the greatest existence of the millennia."

Bibi Dong's eyes turned red as she became enveloped in a shroud of black energy, merging with the realm itself.

Her thirst for power, yearning for immortality, and hatred for past humiliations made her stronger. The immense allure of the Rakshasa Scythe seemed to pull her toward the abyss.

After a long internal struggle, Bibi Dong finally picked up the Rakshasa Scythe.

The moment she grasped it, her power surged to the peak, making her appear as though she had ascended to godhood.

However, as she raised the Rakshasa Scythe and prepared to strike Qian Renxue, her expression twisted again, as though struggling internally.

She muttered under her breath, "Xue'er, my daughter, why does it have to be you? Why is it you?"

The immense black shadow in the sky gazed at Bibi Dong's hesitation and spoke in an alluring voice: "Have you not always desired to wash away the humiliation of the past? This girl is the source of your greatest humiliation. She carries the angelic bloodline you detest most and is the last inheritor of the Angel Clan. Only by killing her can you erase all your disgrace."

As the Rakshasa God's voice echoed, Bibi Dong's face grew even fiercer, slowly succumbing to the temptation. Her expression turned malevolent as the overwhelming desire for power, immortality, and vengeance clouded her mind. She appeared to sink deeper into darkness, her grip on the scythe tightening.

Suddenly, Yang Podi, who had been in a daze, snapped his eyes wide open. His pupils burned crimson as a boundless aura of Asura divine power erupted from his body, activating his most powerful Asura Domain.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, a fierce divine intent surging from his forehead to synchronize with the Asura Divine Sword on his back. It resonated as if it could pierce through everything.

Behind him emerged a blood-red shadow, appearing like Yang Podi's form when he activated his Asura Domain, or perhaps a personification of Asura itself.

Within the secret realm, the sinister black aura collided starkly with Yang Podi's crimson radiance. It was as though space itself was being torn apart, a confrontation between the Asura and Rakshasa domains.

Under the influence of the Asura Domain, the red light enveloped Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, helping them gradually regain clarity in their eyes. Both seemed to wake from a trance-like state, though their faces bore traces of lingering confusion and pain.

Qian Renxue looked at Bibi Dong, who had been poised to strike her with the scythe. Tears welled up in her eyes, her voice breaking into a scream: "Why? Why do you hate me so much? Why are you so determined to kill me?"

Bibi Dong, shaken by Qian Renxue's anguished words, glanced down at the scythe in her hand, her entire body trembling. Her lips quivered as she muttered, "Xue'er, my Xue'er... How did I come to this?"

Yang Podi watched the two women, shaking his head. He then activated the Asura Domain, encompassing them both. "Enough! Both of you, calm down! This is all the Rakshasa God's doing. What you see may not be real. Trust in your hearts!"

His words struck like thunderbolts, and a surge of formidable divine power poured into their minds, washing over them like a flood. The overwhelming killing intent permeated their beings, forcing them into an intense internal struggle.

Both women found themselves enveloped by the Asura Domain, plunged into a boundless sea of blood. The power coursing through them clashed with their own energies, as though attempting to tear them apart.

Under this intense pressure, both spat out mouthfuls of blood before finally beginning to stabilize. Over time, their spirit power gradually normalized.

Qian Renxue started to emit golden light, her Angelic Holy Sword on her back resonating in harmony. Divine energy emanated from her, purifying the lingering malevolence in the surroundings.

Meanwhile, Bibi Dong's aura turned darker and heavier, her expression somber. If one looked closely, there seemed to be faint glimmers of tears at the corners of her eyes.

The Rakshasa Scythe, which she had tightly gripped, returned to the sky, or more precisely, back into the hands of the Rakshasa God's shadow.

Seeing the two women regaining their composure, Yang Podi exhaled in relief. If these two had truly lost control, the consequences would have been catastrophic.

He turned to the massive shadow hovering above and sneered. "Rakshasa God, your methods are truly insidious. I almost fell into your trap."

The Rakshasa God's shadow, now calm and composed, shed its earlier aura of temptation and evil. It spoke in a detached tone: "Asura God's inheritor, you are indeed impressive. But in the end, you are merely an inheritor. Remember, beneath the divine level, all are but ants."