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Chapter 653 The End of a Tyrant

"die!"

Excited, Rakshasa God spared no effort, unleashing a storm of evil thoughts with his Rakshasa Demon Scythe as he slashed at Han Feng's outstretched hand!

Isn't it just trading injury for injury?

Who is afraid of who?

Anyway, with the Douluo Realm Core's assistance, even if Han Feng severed his heart meridian with a single spear thrust, his body wouldn't immediately perish. As long as Han Feng couldn't kill Rakshasa God in one blow, Rakshasa God would immediately flee far away, leaving the area affected by the Supreme Sacred Flame Divine Domain, and quickly recover from his injuries with the help of the Douluo Realm's favor. On the other hand, Han Feng could only rely on his own blood and qi to slowly heal!

If Han Feng were a Blood God King like the God of Defense, the Rakshasa God might still be somewhat wary of him.

But Rakshasa God watched as Han Feng's blood and qi cultivation broke through to the third-level divine rank!

A divine body at the level of a third-tier god can be considered a physical godhood; it's not bad, but it's not heaven-defying either. It's impossible for severed limbs to regenerate, right?

"You're the one who's going to die!" Han Feng grinned maliciously. His face, covered by the illusory mask, prevented Rakshasa God from seeing Han Feng's expression, but the corners of Han Feng's mouth were full of evil mockery.

Both sides were full of confidence, and it was a contest of who had the stronger hand!

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The next moment, the Peerless Divine Spear pierced through the Rakshasa God's body as expected, reaching his heart. Dark purple divine blood gushed out like a spring, and the forbidden divine power, like a hungry wolf ready to devour its prey, clung tightly to the Rakshasa God's body, unable to break free!

The aura of the Rakshasa god plummeted to its lowest point, his face turned deathly pale, and his divine power began to run rampant out of control.

But he was, after all, a god, and his heart was no longer a fatal weakness. Although severely injured, the Rakshasa god did not perish.

On the other hand, when the Rakshasa Demon Scythe struck down, Han Feng's arm did not break off. Instead, Han Feng's hand gripped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe tightly like an iron clamp, preventing the Rakshasa God from advancing an inch!

"How is this possible!?" Rakshasa God stared wide-eyed at Han Feng in disbelief, his eyes filled with horror!

Han Feng merely gave a noncommittal sneer and did not answer Rakshasa God.

Han Feng had long loved the feeling of catching a blade barehanded, because only in this way could he fully display his power of qi and blood. Han Feng loved the look of horror in his opponent's eyes!

However, a divine artifact is still a divine artifact. Apart from the God of Defense, no one has ever been known to be able to withstand a divine artifact with their bare body. Even Han Feng cannot do it!

Although Han Feng enjoyed the feeling of catching a blade bare-handed, he wasn't stupid. He wouldn't trade injuries with the Rakshasa God—with the protection of the Uncrowned Divine Armor and the Supreme Holy Flame Divine Domain, Han Feng would be foolish enough to take the Rakshasa Demon Scythe head-on with his bare body if he were kicked by a donkey!

Make use of the opportunities available, don't be a fool!

Thinking of this, Han Feng twisted the Peerless Dust Divine Spear in his hand, instantly tearing a terrifying gash in the body of the Rakshasa God. Divine blood gushed out and splashed into the void, and evil thoughts boiled!

Rakshasa God even felt his soul disintegrating. The filthy evil thoughts he had drawn from the myriad worlds were now out of control, and his limbs were becoming weak. Having experienced death once, Rakshasa God knew that this was a sign of impending doom. If he did not find a way to break free from Han Feng's divine spear, he would probably die directly at Han Feng's hands!

The Rakshasa God was unwilling and struggled frantically, but how could Han Feng let the Rakshasa God have his way?

The forbidden divine power, like a leech, firmly adhered the Rakshasa God to the Peerless Divine Spear, rendering the increasingly weakened Rakshasa God unable to move!

"You want me dead?!" The Rakshasa God stared intently at Han Feng with his bloodshot eyes and questioned him sharply.

Han Feng remained indifferent, the only thing that didn't change was the wicked, mocking smile on his lips!

Rakshasa's heart sank, knowing Han Feng's killing intent was resolute. He immediately screamed, "If I die, you won't live either! We'll both die!"

Immediately afterwards, the Rakshasa God completely released the evil thoughts within his body. The Rakshasa God's divine soul power was dissipating at a visible speed, and the Rakshasa God's power also began to go berserk. The Rakshasa God, who was originally struggling to hold on, was instantly suppressed by the Absolute Mortal Divine Spear. In less than a few breaths, the Rakshasa God was about to perish at Han Feng's hands!

But in that very instant, the Rakshasa God mustered his last strength and suddenly roared to the heavens: "All evil thoughts of the myriad realms, obey my decree! Without law or blame! Without heaven or earth!"

The evil thoughts that permeated the void suddenly went berserk, condensing into a pitch-black tribulation cloud above Han Feng's head. There was no roar of thunder, but a whisper of death!

What one sees is horrifying!

Calamity clouds gathered, and the Rakshasa God revealed a crazed expression. He gripped the Mortal-Slaying Divine Spear tightly with both hands, staring intently at Han Feng, and screamed, word by word, "In the name of Rakshasa! I curse the god before you!"

"Fall into the abyss of blood and hatred!"

"Struggle! Even in death, I will walk with you!"

To be honest, Rakshasa's curse wasn't a particularly powerful divine skill; at most, it was just Rakshasa's last-ditch counterattack, and its power couldn't even make an ordinary third-level god take notice.

The problem is that Rakshasa's curse targets the soul!

Rakshasa God knew that Han Feng had not yet ascended to the God Realm, and his divine soul had not had time to cultivate. At most, he was only at the God Servant Realm. Killing him was enough!

Just as Rakshasa God said, he wanted Han Feng to be buried with him!

"Die!!!" Feeling his own life force dissipating, tears of blood welled up in the eyes of the Rakshasa God, and the evil tribulation clouds above the void transformed into hideous ghosts, rushing towards Han Feng!

To ensure that Han Feng could not dodge, Rakshasa God even deliberately allowed the Peerless Mortal God Spear to completely pierce through his body!

The final, deadly attack ended in an instant. The vengeful ghost entered Han Feng's mind as if it were nothing, and suddenly black energy appeared in Han Feng's heterochromatic pupils, with a hint of confusion and struggle flashing across them. The malevolent energy around him also began to spiral out of control.

Upon seeing this, the Rakshasa god was overjoyed!

Han Feng's appearance clearly shows that he has already developed evil thoughts!

"Hahaha! Asura! You scoundrels! You want me dead?! Then you'd all be dead!" The Rakshasa God knew he was doomed. The Asura God and the God of Defense from outside the realm would certainly not let him go. But he didn't believe in the saying that a dying man's words are kind. If the realm core wasn't already out of control, he would have even wanted to be buried with the heavens and earth!

But a second passed, then two seconds... and the outer boundary remained silent. Neither the Asura God nor the God of Defense paid any attention to the Rakshasa God, as if they were merely watching a clown's pointless madness in the end.

Even Han Feng's soul has not yet been extinguished!

At this moment, how could Rakshasa God not realize that he had been tricked?

"You!!!" Rakshasa God's eyes widened, his gaze locked on Han Feng's face, which looked slightly sinister due to its ethereal transformation, and he exclaimed in surprise.

Seeing that Rakshasa had seen through him, Han Feng stopped pretending. The confusion in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by clarity, and the dark aura between his brows disappeared as well. He chuckled wickedly and said flippantly, "Fine! I'm done pretending! Grandpa's fine! Aren't you angry?!"

"Your soul!?" The Rakshasa God was on his deathbed, his vision beginning to dim, but his face was full of resentment, clinging to life by sheer willpower.

If the mystery of Han Feng's soul cannot be solved, the Rakshasa God will die with regrets!

Fortunately, Han Feng didn't think there was anything to hide. He shrugged indifferently, disdainfully shook the Rakshasa God with his divine spear, kicked it away, and then said, "This is all thanks to you!"

"I cultivate the secret soul technique passed down by Elder Yu, which allows me to be reborn in annihilation and in nothingness! This is a perilous method for seeking breakthroughs between life and death, and I originally did not wish to try it. However, you ambushed me, knocking me into the depths of the void. My soul was like a candle flickering in the wind, and I almost perished. This perfectly fulfilled the conditions for cultivating the secret technique, helping my soul break through to the third level of godhood in one fell swoop!"

"Otherwise, your last-ditch counterattack would have really given me a hard time!"

Han Feng spoke lightly, but to the Rakshasa God, every word was dripping with blood!

The Rakshasa God was already too weak to live any longer. After hearing Han Feng's words, he didn't even have the strength to be angry anymore, leaving only a low, unwilling murmur: "Damn you, Heaven! I only wanted to become king, but alas, you won't grant it..."

The next second, an overwhelming pressure descended, and Han Feng froze on the spot. Boundless life force surged from all parts of the plane, ready to help the Rakshasa God be resurrected.

But Han Feng understood that Rakshasa God had no chance left!

(End of this chapter)