Chapter 83

After such an attack, Ling Di no longer sent the Abyssal King to assault Bai Yuan, and he also had no way to go find the Abyssal King.

Bai Yuan then frantically slaughtered the small monsters, turning them into the purest life energy, and then contested it with the Abyss.

While time was being dragged out, the human cities surrounding the Star Dou Great Forest had already been completely overrun by the Abyssal monsters.

Humanity without technology had no resistance at all before the countless Abyssal monsters,

For a moment, the human cities around the Star Dou Great Forest fell into a sea of corpses and blood—no, they turned into a wasteland.

Because wherever the Abyssal monsters passed, not a blade of grass grew; no trace of life energy could remain, nor any corpses.

Those who could escape were only the owners of flying‑type martial souls who, seeing the situation unfavorable, fled immediately.

Thus this news has now reached the ears of the emperors of the Heaven Battle Empire and the Star Luo Empire.

But after hearing it, they felt only despair deep in their hearts, yet they still organized armies.

And the Spirit Hall learned the news quickly as well.

At this moment, Qian Renxue sat high upon the Pope's throne.

She wore a golden palace gown, its long skirt lacking excessive patterns, its style simple and elegant.

The golden stand‑up collar protected her snow‑white neck, and a head of golden hair fell loosely behind her, unstyled.

Jin E Douluo stood quietly at her lower side, his gaze calmly sweeping around, causing the Title Douluo under Bi Bi Dong to shiver in fear.

Indeed, Bi Bi Dong had already been driven down by Qian Renxue.

After confirming that Bai Yuan had not lied, she immediately relayed Bai Yuan's words in full to Qian Daoliu.

At the same time, fearing that Bai Yuan might come knocking, Qian Renxue kept her promise and released the news that Bi Bi Dong was inheriting the Rakshasa divine seat.

Later Bi Bi Dong was imprisoned, Qian Renxue succeeded to the Pope's seat, and Jin E Douluo assisted her.

"Speak, who helped her?" Qian Renxue's calm voice rang through the hall, yet anyone could hear the underlying fury.

Because just now, Bi Bi Dong had escaped.

Her whereabouts unknown.

Qian Renxue suspected that among these Title Douluo, someone was colluding with Bi Bi Dong, naturally to free her to inherit the divine seat.

To curry favor with the future deity.

None of the Title Douluo below answered.

Because they thought that Qian Renxue, newly promoted to a seven‑ring Soul Saint, had no right to be the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

Especially now that everyone worldwide knows Bi Bi Dong has earned the deity's favor and is receiving the divine inheritance.

And in the current situation, the Title Douluo see it as Qian Renxue being jealous of Bi Bi Dong, thus driving her down from the Pope's seat.

"Is no one answering?" A hint of anger flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes, yet she did not know what to do with these Title Douluo.

Kill them all?

That is clearly impossible.

Qian Renxue felt a bit embarrassed at this moment.

She had already posed the question; if no answer came, Qian Renxue would completely lose her authority.

These Title Douluo would further disregard her.

Taking a deep breath, Qian Renxue steadied herself, her gaze turning cold; just as she was about to erupt, a guard burst in, bowed his head, knelt on one knee, and handed over a letter.

"Your Holiness, urgent report from the Star Dou Great Forest!"

Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow; at the same time, Jin E Douluo lifted his hand, and the letter floated into his grasp, which he then respectfully handed to Qian Renxue.

Others did not know Qian Renxue was already inheriting the divine seat; Jin E Douluo, as the second attendant of the offering hall, naturally knew.

Qian Renxue took it, opened it, and her gaze instantly hardened.

……

In the Star Dou Great Forest.

Bai Yuan was merrily carrying out the slaughter.

Ling Di watched patiently, for now it only needed to do one thing: drain Bai Yuan's sword, and then kill him when the Abyssal Saint King thought escape impossible.

"Bee Emperor, it is time for you to sacrifice yourself for the Saint King," Ling Di said calmly.

Bee Emperor, who controls the eighth layer of the Abyssal plane, does not favor direct confrontation but excels at commanding group battles.

Without hesitation, Bee Emperor led his Title Douluo‑ranked kin to charge at Bai Yuan.

At this moment, Bee Emperor still harbored a hint of hope.

He hoped to rely on his excellent command skill to eke out a chance beneath Bai Yuan's god‑level sword.

After all, Ling Di had said it only needed to force out one of Bai Yuan's swords; once that happened, the next sword would not require its involvement.

However, at this time Gu Yue Na had already devoured the core of the tenth‑layer plane; Bee Emperor had just emerged when Bai Yuan surged forward with a god‑level sword.

Command ability only exists if one is alive to command.

Bai Yuan watched the silver dragon spear re‑enter the plane's core, feeling deeply satisfied.

He slayed the nearby cannon fodder while laughing, "Ling Di, if you're sensible, roll back to the Abyssal plane; I have plenty of swords, let's see how many quasi‑gods you have left."

Bai Yuan's words chilled the Abyssal Kings.

Based on Bai Yuan's prior behavior—immediately employing a killing weapon upon meeting a quasi‑god—it is clear he indeed carries many swords.

Yet Ling Di and Zhi Di sneered repeatedly.

Ling Di laughed, "Bai Yuan, you've already used four of that ultimate treasure; how could you still have any? I think you're just bluffing."

Bai Yuan replied without hesitation, "If you think so, then come, and see how many I still have."

In this world, truthful words are often believed by no one.

People only trust their own conjectures.

Clearly, Ling Di and Zhi Di are hidden dragons and phoenix chicks.

Thus Bai Yuan killed from daytime until night.

Ling Di finally dispatched the controller of the seventh layer of the Abyss, the Transformation Emperor, a quasi‑god who excels at changing forms and possesses abilities similar to those forms.

"Transformation Emperor, rest assured, he has at most one sword on him; that sword is needed to intimidate us and would never be used to kill you," Ling Di comforted.

The Transformation Emperor inhaled deeply, transformed into a small six‑clawed bat, slipped among the myriad Abyss monsters and attacked, also hoping to rely on his shape‑changing ability to survive Bai Yuan's sword.

But within the Five Elements Array, how could the Transformation Emperor's change go unnoticed by Bai Yuan? So as soon as he approached, he was caught off guard by a Divine‑level sword.

Thus another half‑night passed.

Ling Di said, "Wise Emperor, rest assured, he has certainly exhausted the sword; now he is merely pretending to be strong."

Wise Emperor nodded.

He believed Ling Di's judgment.

Because that was also his judgment.

Thus decisively he went up.

He died.

The bright moon set behind the western mountains, and the sun rose in the east.

Ling Di said, "Sickle Emperor, he absolutely has no sword on him; if there is, I'll give you my head."

Sickle Emperor nodded and then went up.

Blood‑red sword light slashed across the sky.

Under a Divine‑level sword.

Sickle Emperor, sudden!

Right at noon.

Ling Di asked, "Mo Di, do you trust me?"

Mo Di: "Trust you, MB!"

(End of chapter)