Chapter 34: Rakshasa God

Tang Hao's eyes had turned crimson, the color of anger and humiliation intertwined, his eyes fixed rigidly on the ten-year soft bone rabbit emitting a soft glow.

Under this brutal coercion, he felt his dignity being mercilessly trampled; the trembling ten-year soft bone rabbit before him seemed to become a mockery of him.

But Tang Hao understood that if he did not absorb this spirit ring, Qian Renxue would never let him off, and only death awaited him. His body trembled slightly, every cell resisting this humiliation, yet the harsh reality bound him like heavy shackles; the famed young Tang Hao realized with shock that, without the sect's protection, this world was so cruel.

As the number one sect under heaven, the Clear Sky Sect's internally selected Heavenly Douluo actually had a pitiful ten-year spirit ring as his ninth!

His chest heaved violently, the turmoil in his heart impossible to calm. Tang Hao's forty-four years could be described as high-spirited; as the Clear Sky Sect's heir entrusted with great hopes, he had never suffered the slightest grievance in his life, while the one who constantly endured injustice and compromise was Tang Xiao.

Tang Xiao was also a deep‑infatuated sycophant, but he was the sect's sycophant—since childhood he had given resources to Tang Hao for the sect, and as an adult he even yielded the women he liked to Tang Hao, never daring to contend; if you don't take yourself seriously, will others? Only a crying child gets candy. Look at Qian Renxue: in the original she was strong‑willed, insisting on building a career to make Bibi Dong look at her anew, living a miserable life. Now look at Qian Renxue: when undecided she goes to the Offering Hall to call "Grandfather"—look at her spirit‑ring configuration now! As the saying goes, don't fear the rich second‑generation squandering wealth, fear that he wants to prove himself! Back to the point, a low growl rose from Tang Hao's throat, as if protesting fate. But before the Spirit Hall, he had no choice.

Tang Hao trembled as he lifted his right hand, palm upward; a mighty surge of soul power burst from his body, gradually condensing in his palm into a mass of dark light, which flickered to reveal a huge, overbearing Clear Sky Hammer materializing slowly, the hammer emanating a terrifying pressure as if it could destroy everything.

The hammerhead of the Clear Sky Hammer flashed with ancient patterns, bearing Tang Hao's former glory and power. Tang Hao gazed at the hammer before him, and the humiliation in his heart surged again.

Tang Hao erupted once more with a soul‑power shockwave, directly shaking the soft bone rabbit to death! He gritted his teeth, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer from afar in a pulling motion, and the ten‑year soft bone rabbit's spirit ring drifted waveringly toward the hammer.

The spirit ring emitted a soft, feeble light, forming a stark contrast with the Clear Sky Hammer's fierce aura.

Just then, Qian Renxue suddenly used soul power to strike Tang Hao with a palm; caught off guard, he was blown several meters away, but having broken through to rank ninety Spirit Douluo, he felt no pain at all, and the ten‑year soft bone rabbit's spirit ring, bereft of its pull, remained where it was.

Tang Hao stared blankly. "Qian Renxue, what do you mean?" "Aren't you trying to ruin my path?"

Qian Renxue's eyes flashed with light. "Just now I was too impatient—what's wrong with me? I seem to be getting more and more impulsive; am I still myself? What is affecting me?"

I clearly know that to those gods, a spirit ring's age is nothing they can't raise at a whim—why did I go to such extremes just now, laboring in vain? If I truly provoked the Asura God, it would be disastrous, for Tang Hao bears the Asura God's Slaughter God Domain!

If the Asura God, to protect Tang San, altered the plot and gave Tang Hao an Asura descent, the Spirit Hall would truly suffer heavy casualties; thinking this, Qian Renxue shivered all over—what on earth was influencing me just now? Qian Renxue didn't know that beneath the cloth covering her lower abdomen a sinister spider soul mark flickered into view, half jet‑black, half yin‑green, with a purple evil divine force linking them in the middle; the mark came and went, but was soon suppressed by the Eight‑winged Angel Soul Mark and vanished.

Qian Renxue had just felt a strange hatred toward Tang Hao—not for him, but for his martial soul! She hated the Slaughter God Domain on his martial soul! Damn the Asura God's enemy, that damned Rakshasa God, this bastard left a divine thought on me! He wants to use my hand to disgust the Asura God! That makes sense: the Rakshasa God's thought originally clung to Bibi Dong, but I am Bibi Dong's own child born after ten months of pregnancy, so it would be easy for him to tamper with me.

In that case, I was born with innate soul power granted by the Angel God—not because the Angel God favored my talent and wanted me to inherit the divinity, she merely wished to protect me from the Rakshasa God's grasp!

That makes sense—I just came into the world, and sure enough I have no talent to speak of; the Angel God was really trying to protect me! She really did! I'm bawling! "Forget it, Tang Hao, you may go!" Qian Renxue waved her hand; she had now completely calmed down. These damned gods, each harder to deal with than the last—better to do less than more. Let Tang Hao scram! Qian Renxue now harbors an unprecedented craving for power; the satisfaction of having once obtained a hundred‑thousand‑year spirit ring is gone, she must become a god posthaste! She needs to seize her second spirit ring quickly.

Once I attain godhood, Rakshasa God! Dare to scheme against me? This grudge I, Qian Renxue, will surely avenge!

Tang Hao gave her a deep look, "Thanks." Then he picked up the lifeless dead infant on the ground and was about to leave.

Qian Daoliu also appeared behind Qian Renxue at that moment, admonishing, "Xue'er, from now on you must not play with the faces of the strong! From today onward you will come to the Offering Hall to study with me, cultivating tranquility and composure—no impulsiveness; you have simply not grown up yet! You are still not a true powerhouse!"

Qian Renxue nodded obediently; she herself had just been a little frightened, almost truly affected by the Rakshasa God's thought.

Wait, a dead infant? Without time to consider the Rakshasa God's matter, Qian Renxue now stared oddly at the infant Tang Hao held; her martial soul, after evolving, can sense the life force of every living being, and this child seemed to have been accidentally killed by the soul‑power shockwave that Tang Hao unleashed in his grief‑filled desperation when he shattered the soft bone rabbit.

Has this badass not yet realized his son is dead?

Qian Renxue could hardly contain herself now. "Tang Hao, how did you actually kill your own son? Could he really be a tiger‑general? Or should I just take him in? Tang Hao's battle record is indeed fierce!"

As a Spirit Douluo he has fought three Super Douluos in succession, and now he even accidentally killed the Tang God King; Qian Renxue could barely restrain herself from hiring him on the spot as a boss—his achievements are verifiable!

(End of chapter)