"Presumptuous!"
"A mere Mortal dares to be disrespectful to a god!"
The Rakshasa God was enraged, her purple eyes erupting with an eerie light as a majestic divine force pressed down toward Yang Yuan.
As an extremely ancient deity, even though she knew Yang Yuan was not simple, she still subconsciously treated him as an ordinary Mortal.
The gaze she directed at Yang Yuan was like looking at an ant.
A slightly special ant!
Now, for an ant to dare clamor before her was simply a lack of awe, a total reversal of the natural order.
She was determined to teach Yang Yuan a lesson!
But how could Yang Yuan fear her?
"So what if you're a god?"
"If your true body descended to the Lower Realm, I might be somewhat wary of you."
Yang Yuan sneered. Facing the Rakshasa God's majestic divine force, Chaos aura circulated around his body, and two beams of divine light burst from his eyes.
The divine light was like swords; the moment it touched the Rakshasa God's divine force, it tore it apart without affecting Yang Yuan in the slightest.
At the same time, sonorous words full of disdain came from his mouth.
"You are but a mere Clone; you are not worthy of putting on airs before me."
"Arrogance!!"
The Rakshasa God's Divine ThoughtIncarnation immediately trembled violently, her anger almost materializing.
"This seat is the god representing the world's evil thoughts, yet you, a mere ant, actually dare to profane my Divine Might?"
"Do not think that just because you have Life and Destruction backing you, this seat cannot kill you."
Clearly, the Rakshasa God had already categorized Yang Yuan as the successor of the God of Life and the God of Destruction.
Otherwise, how could a mere Mortal dare to clamor before her?
Yang Yuan was slightly taken aback, then he thought of the Life Mark and Destruction Mark on his body. Realizing the Rakshasa God had misunderstood, he laughed out loud.
"In all the world, I am the greatest. To destroy your Clone, why would I need anyone else's backing?"
These wild words momentarily stunned the Rakshasa God, but she was immediately overtaken by rage again.
A mere ant had been disrespectful to her time and time again.
If she didn't kill him, where would her dignity remain?
"What a madman!"
"Since you claim you will destroy this seat's Clone, then let this seat see if you have the means."
"If you don't, then this seat shall take your Life."
Infinite killing intent erupted from the Rakshasa God's exquisite face. She would rather offend the God of Life and the God of Destruction, and even risk punishment from the God Realm Committee, to kill this Blasphemer, Yang Yuan.
Before her voice had even faded, the Rakshasa God raised her palm.
Her palm looked as beautiful as white jade, with long, slender fingers, appearing like a meticulously carved work of art.
But as the Rakshasa God waved her palm, five purple threads as thin as hair shot out from her five fingers toward Yang Yuan.
The purple threads shimmered with a faint purple light, emitting a heart-palpitating aura. At the moment they were fired, space itself seemed to distort.
However, when these five purple threads were within two or three inches of Yang Yuan, they seemed to hit an invisible barrier, unable to advance even a fraction.
"Humph!"
Before the Rakshasa God could be surprised, a muffled snort suddenly came from Yang Yuan's nose.
In the next second, the five purple threads in front of him were instantly shattered by an invisible force.
"You think you're worthy of taking my Life?"
"Die for me!"
Yang Yuan's eyes burst with divine light, filled with a look of overlooking indifference. The moment he snapped the Rakshasa God's purple threads, he pulled her into the Chaos Battlefield.
The Rakshasa God only felt her body being sucked into a mass of Chaos light by a terrifying suction force, and the surrounding hotel room scene instantly vanished from her eyes.
In its place was a boundless, gray space churning with Chaos air currents.
What she was stepping on was an extremely primitive, desolate land.
"Where is this?"
The Rakshasa God quickly looked around, her eerie and beautiful face erupting with intense emotional fluctuations.
Although this Divine Thought of hers was nowhere near as powerful as her true body, her insight was extremely high. She could tell at a glance that the Laws of this space were completely different from the outside world; it was clearly a separate dimension.
Moreover, she actually felt an extremely strong sense of suppression within this space.
Being here, she feared she could only use sixty to seventy percent of her abilities, which gave her a sliver of unease.
However, sixty to seventy percent of her strength should be enough to deal with the arrogant Blasphemer before her.
"No matter what special means you have, you will be vulnerable before this seat."
Now in this space, the Rakshasa God completely let loose. Evil aura surged out of her body like a bursting flood, faintly forming the phantom of a hideous Demon God.
At the same time, her body manifested a set of purple armor, and with a flash of purple light, she held a massive purple scythe in her hand.
The Giant Purple Scythe appeared, and the Rakshasa God swung it.
In an instant, the sound of breaking wind whistled through the world.
Over a dozen massive purple light blades erupted from her scythe, grand in momentum and fast as purple lightning, sweeping toward Yang Yuan's direction. The air in mid-air was instantly plowed through.
"Mere child's play!"
"A dignified god, and you only have these tricks!"
Yang Yuan's eyes erupted with unprecedented Battle Intent. A brilliant golden light shone from his chest as his body rapidly expanded, transforming into a nine-zhang giant in an instant.
Supreme BoneDivine Ability, Manifesting Heaven and Earth!!
Yang Yuan's manifestation clenched its fists and met the attack head-on without any fancy tricks.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
His punches were like a torrential rain, turning the hundred-zhang area in front of him into a silent vacuum.
Under the sky-covering fist shadows, those dozen or so massive light blades were all blasted apart.
It had to be said that even as just a Divine ThoughtClone, the Rakshasa God's current strength was still far beyond the Bibi Dong of two days ago.
But so what?
Yang Yuan's fists were already invincible in the Mortal world!
The appearance of the Rakshasa God's Divine ThoughtClone was just what he needed for a satisfying fight.
Astonishment flashed across the Rakshasa God's face.
Yang Yuan's strength exceeded her expectations.
But... so what?
A Mortal is, after all, just a Mortal!
"Ant, witness true Divine Might!"
The Rakshasa God's voice echoed in the Chaos Battlefield.
Before her voice even faded, her body and the Demon God phantom behind her seemed to merge, and the demon scythe in her hand grew significantly larger.
Grasping the demon scythe, she slashed violently, and the Rakshasa divine force twisted into a murky torrent that cleaved toward Yang Yuan.
"Kill!"
A thunderous roar resounded through the heavens and earth.
Yang Yuan's eyes burst with piercing light, his Battle Intent soaring. His fists moved; though each punch seemed ordinary, they all contained ten thousand variations.
From his fist techniques, one could seemingly hear the roar of Dragons and Tigers, and the cry of the Phoenix across a thousand mountains.
One could see towering, magnificent mountains and the vast, boundless ocean.
Every move and style, every punch and kick, actually bore the shadows of the Spirit Abilities he had copied over the years.
The rudimentary method of smelting the world's Spirit Abilities, Yang Yuan called it the "Martial Canon"!
(End of Chapter)
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