Douluo Continent: Targeted Thoughts, Winning Over Bibi Dong at the Start

Chapter 45 Rakshasa God!

Upon seeing the woman's figure, the demonic figure was struck dumb, his pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size, and for the first time, a look of genuine fear appeared on his face.

After the initial shock came an endless frenzy.

The demonic figure prostrated himself, his words filled with reverence: "My God! Have you finally seen your most faithful follower?"

The woman, whom the demonic figure called a god, slowly turned around, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She spoke in a voice that seemed to emanate from the deepest hell: "The most loyal believer? A piece of trash like you dares to worship me? Die!"

As the woman finished speaking, countless screams erupted from the mountain of bones. Those screams were from the innocent villagers, children, and women whom the demon had slaughtered over the years. Their faces were contorted, and they stretched out their withered arms, rushing madly towards the demon.

"Give me back my life!"

"Give me back my child!"

"I'm going to kill you, you beast."

"Give my whole family a life!"

Despite being a Soul Master, Demon Shadow initially paid no attention to the ants who died at his hands, but these ants were impossible to kill.

The demonic shadow killed them time and time again, but they were quickly resurrected. This happened countless times until the demonic shadow finally broke down completely. He frantically waved his hands, trying to dispel the illusions, only to find that his soul skills were completely unusable here.

"Get out! All of you get out!" the demonic figure roared hysterically, his face no longer bearing the sinister and ferocious look it once had, only filled with deep fear and despair.

Qin Heng stared intently at the illusion space. If he wasn't mistaken, the person the demonic shadow feared most seemed to be the Rakshasa God!

How could the Rakshasa God be associated with a mere Soul Master like Demon Shadow?

Within the illusory space, the figure of the Rakshasa god with bluish-gray skin and blood-red vertical pupils became increasingly clear.

With a gentle swing of her black and purple demonic scythe, a surge of dark purple resentment rushed toward the completely collapsed demonic shadow.

The demonic figure let out a final, piercing scream before its voice abruptly ceased.

His willpower was like paper before the terrifying divine power of the Rakshasa god, instantly torn to shreds and completely annihilated.

Outside, the massive martial spirit true form of the demonic shadow, which was more than ten meters tall, suddenly trembled violently, and then rapidly shrank like a deflated balloon, with large swaths of black mist dissipating.

After his Martial Soul True Form was dispelled, his physical body fell heavily to the ground from mid-air.

"Thump!" The demonic figure collapsed to the ground, its eyes rolled back, drool dripping uncontrollably from the corner of its mouth, its facial muscles twitching incessantly, and its whole body displaying a dazed and stupid appearance.

This is a typical manifestation of a person whose mental strength has been devastated. Even if his physical body is still intact, his soul and will have been completely shattered, making him no different from a fool.

The five Fallen Soul Masters watching from afar were completely stunned. They simply couldn't believe that the Third Elder, whose strength had reached the Soul Saint realm and who was known for his ruthlessness and viciousness, would actually lose to a young man who looked to be only at the Soul Master level, and that he would lose so thoroughly and so strangely.

"The Third Elder—the Third Elder—lost?"

"Impossible! How could this be!"

The five men were deathly pale, their eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

Two of them even subconsciously took a few steps back, their bodies trembling slightly.

Meanwhile, in the illusionary space...

Just as Qin Heng was about to dispel the illusion, his expression suddenly changed, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly seeped out from his forehead.

He was shocked to discover that he had completely lost control of the illusionary space at this moment!

No matter how much mental energy he mobilized, he was unable to shut down the illusion.

Even more terrifying was that the Rakshasa God who had just completely annihilated the demonic spirit did not disappear. Instead, he slowly turned around and walked step by step toward where he was.

With each step she took, the illusory space trembled, and the blood-red sky seemed to distort slightly under her footsteps.

Soon, the Rakshasa god arrived less than five meters away from Qin Heng.

Her blood-red vertical pupils narrowed slightly, carrying a playful yet dangerous light, as she slowly examined the Shura Armor on "Qin Heng's" body, her eyes revealing a hint of interest, as if admiring an interesting toy.

Qin Heng's heart pounded wildly; at this moment, he finally understood the meaning.

The Rakshasa god that the Demon Shadow initially saw was merely a false projection he constructed within the illusion using his mental power.

However, just as he was about to defeat the demonic shadow's spirit, this true Rakshasa god inexplicably sent down a wisp of divine thought, which directly descended into his illusionary space!

Facing a genuine god, even if it was just a divine thought clone, "Qin Heng" immediately felt an unprecedented and terrifying pressure.

It was an absolute suppression from the soul level, as if the other party could completely obliterate his spirit with just a single thought.

The Asura Armor appeared somewhat fragile at this moment, and Illusionary Eyes was unable to fully perceive the depth of the opponent's divine sense.

Rakshasa tilted his head slightly, his voice carrying a strange magnetism, yet chillingly cold: "A mere Soul Sect member has actually managed to construct such a realistic illusion, and even dares to use my image to torment my followers. How amusing."

She extended her bluish-gray finger and gently touched the Shura Armor on Qin Heng's chest. A purplish-black aura of resentment swirled around her fingertip, but she did not immediately launch an attack.

Qin Heng forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Your Majesty, the God of Rakshasa."

Upon hearing this, a playful sneer flashed in Rakshasa's blood-red vertical pupils. She looked at "Qin Heng" with interest and said, "Boy, where did this aura of mine come from on you?"

As Rakshasa God inquired, the atmosphere within the illusionary space instantly became even more oppressive and dangerous.

Qin Heng felt a chill run down his back, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

He had to be careful in dealing with this sudden arrival of the Rakshasa god's divine thought, or the consequences would be unimaginable.

At this moment, an idea popped into Qin Heng's mind: to use his mind to deceive Rakshasa God. But he quickly realized that this was a clone, and clones cannot use the ability of telepathy.

Having no other choice, Qin Heng had to bring up Bibi Dong: "Your Majesty, I have lived in the Papal Palace for many years and have been taught by Your Majesty the Pope."

"You are actually a disciple of my successor?"

"I dare not hide it from Your Majesty, but I can only be considered half a teacher and student to the Pope. We have the substance of teacher and student, but not the name."

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Upon hearing this, the Rakshasa God looked at "Qin Heng" with interest and said, "If you were a woman, she would have taken you as her disciple long ago. Unfortunately, you are a man, so you can forget about ever becoming her disciple in this lifetime."

"However, it's her loss that she doesn't think much of you. I'm quite interested in you. Would you like to become my successor?"