Chapter 530: The Divine Realm Is Not Ruled by Shura Alone

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"It seems the current Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall is far more tenacious than Qian Daoliu ever was," Tang Chen said with a slight smile, unfazed by Bibi Dong's aggressive demeanor. He followed up with a remark, "But as you said, I've already ascended to godhood. Mortal rules no longer apply to me. To put it bluntly—"

"In this world, where power dictates everything, the strongest makes the rules, and that would be me."

Tang Chen's domineering aura was fully revealed at that moment.

Bibi Dong chuckled coldly, her voice sharp. "Oh? So you've inherited the position of the God of Shura?"

Tang Chen stiffened at her words. Bibi Dong, having inherited the Rakshasa God, likely knew a thing or two about the Shura God. Reluctantly, he admitted, "The Shura God is a God-King of the Divine Realm. My talents weren't sufficient to fully inherit his position. However, I did break through the hundredth level and became one of his subordinate Slaughter Gods."

"So, Qian Daoliu feared nothing more than someone like you—a man who couldn't even fully inherit a god's position? He's truly lived his life in reverse. No wonder he couldn't break through the hundredth level himself and could only remain a priest to the Angel God." Bibi Dong's disdain for Qian Daoliu was evident, but she turned her sharp words back to Tang Chen. "And you, Tang Chen, don't think that breaking through to the hundredth level means you can act however you please. If you don't provide a proper explanation today, don't even think about leaving easily."

"Young girl, you sure have a sharp tongue for someone your age." Tang Chen laughed in irritation but didn't want to fight her. A clash between them would cause massive devastation that could easily affect Spirit City.

Tang Chen wasn't holding back out of kindness, but rather because gods were forbidden from causing large-scale destruction. If the commotion attracted the Divine Realm's attention, even the Shura God wouldn't be able to protect him.

Moreover, the Shura God's impression of Tang Chen wasn't exactly favorable since Tang Chen had failed to fully inherit the god's position. If Bibi Dong were an easy opponent, he wouldn't hesitate, but her strength was close to the god level. Her body seemed to harbor a grand and mysterious power, one that could not be underestimated if unleashed.

"You'll find that my strength is not to be taken lightly," Bibi Dong said with a frosty smile. Nine ten-thousand-year spirit rings slowly appeared around her, and a suffocating aura of death began coiling toward Tang Chen like an unshakable shadow.

"Hmph!" Tang Chen snorted, unleashing his divine power. His killing intent solidified instantly, enveloping the entire Spirit Mountain. Trees shook, and birds and insects fled in terror.

The domains of death and killing intent clashed violently, initially locked in a stalemate. But the death aura began to corrode the killing intent, gradually advancing toward Tang Chen.

To everyone's surprise, Tang Chen, despite being at the hundredth level, found himself at a disadvantage in the initial confrontation against Bibi Dong.

"Death... No, this isn't right. The Rakshasa God shouldn't have such overwhelming death aura. Could it be that you've created your own god position, something akin to a Death God?" Tang Chen questioned, channeling his divine power. His killing intent shattered the encroaching death aura, but he looked at Bibi Dong in shock. "Judging by the look of things, it seems you've succeeded. But how is this possible? Where did you get the faith energy needed?"

Faith energy isn't something that can be produced merely by admiration. It requires humanity to sincerely revere someone, to the point of offering their body and soul.

Although Spirit Hall had developed rapidly in recent years, it couldn't possibly provide enough faith to condense a god's position. The more widespread humanity's knowledge becomes, the less pure their faith. Moreover, Bibi Dong's god position revolved around death. How many people could possibly revere the concept of death?

The Angel God achieved the hundredth level through the beauty, sanctity, and nobility associated with angels. The Sea God relied on the faith of countless sea creatures, tapping into an alternative source of belief.

But what about Bibi Dong?

How did she form her god position of death? Could it be that she stole the faith accumulated by the Angel God through some unknown means?

"That's my secret," Bibi Dong replied vaguely, unwilling to divulge the truth. She spoke softly, her tone tinged with mockery. "From the beginning, you haven't launched a single attack. The legendary domineering Tang Chen—when did he become so restrained?"

Tang Chen's face darkened. He asked sharply, "Is this why you've chosen to suppress your breakthrough?"

Becoming a god means accepting the restriction of not interfering in mortal affairs.

Could it be that Bibi Dong had known this all along? Was that why she had deliberately suppressed her ascension, choosing to remain mortal until she achieved some specific goal?

"Gods cannot interfere in human affairs," Bibi Dong said with a faint laugh. "Not only am I suppressing myself, but Tang San is also slowing down his cultivation. This way, the gods of the Divine Realm cannot do anything to us. Or rather, they don't even have the energy to care. Just as most people wouldn't bother with ants on the ground, the gods of the Divine Realm feel the same toward us mortals."

Tang Chen's Unexpected Laughter

Tang Chen suddenly laughed. "Isn't this all just your speculation? Aren't you afraid I might really challenge Spirit Hall?"

"If you truly had that kind of ability, you wouldn't even ask such a question, nor would you sneak into Spirit Hall under the pretense of catching up with old friends," Bibi Dong replied calmly. She dismissed her spirit rings with a flick of her hand, her demeanor unshaken. "Tsk, tsk. Truly pitiful. A dignified hundredth-level powerhouse, yet you hesitate, restrained by the Divine Realm, too afraid to act recklessly."

Gods possess overwhelming power.

Mortals, however, have freedom.

In that moment, Bibi Dong showed neither fear nor respect toward Tang Chen. Instead, she mocked him, almost taunting him to make a move.

"I can still kill someone," Tang Chen retorted angrily.

"But you can't kill me in less than three hundred moves," Bibi Dong replied without hesitation, her words cutting. "And if you cause too much commotion and alert the Divine Realm, the only one punished will be you—a god. As for me, a mere mortal, I'll remain innocent."

"While the Shura God may be a God-King, the Divine Realm isn't solely his domain. And Douluo Continent is certainly not his personal playground."

"As his subordinate Slaughter God, if you knowingly break the rules, I suspect your punishment will be far worse than for any other offender."

Tang Chen clenched his fists tightly, the sound of his knuckles cracking resonating through the air. The surrounding atmosphere became turbulent, the air visibly distorting as if the very space around them was on the verge of collapse. Yet Bibi Dong remained fearless. In her hand appeared a massive scythe, dark purple and ominous—the Rakshasa God's divine weapon, the *Rakshasa Demonic Scythe*.

With a casual swing of the scythe, the frozen space around her shattered like glass, and a streak of dark purple light slashed toward Tang Chen.

*"Boom!"*

Tang Chen's hand materialized a massive blood-red hammer covered in intricate patterns. With a single motion, he effortlessly dispersed Bibi Dong's attack. His eyes narrowed as he remarked, "A divine weapon! The Rakshasa God's weapon. Are you trying to inherit two god positions at the same time?!"

Bibi Dong held her scythe steady, showing no intention to pursue him. She responded in an even tone, "Surprised? This is the advantage of having twin martial souls. And you—"

"If I'm not mistaken, your martial soul, the Haotian Hammer, should also have a divine weapon form—the Shura Sword, correct? To inherit the Shura God's position, if one doesn't receive the Shura God Sword directly, they must reforge and refine their martial soul into it. Although you failed to inherit the Shura God's position, the Shura Sword's form must still remain, right?"

"Are you not going to reveal it?"

Tang Chen took a step forward into the air, retracting the Haotian Hammer. He snorted. "There's no need to draw the Shura Sword to deal with a junior like you. Besides, I didn't come here to fight."

With that, he left a formal invitation on the ground, leaped into the air, and vanished from sight.

Originally, Tang Chen had planned to visit Tang San for a chat with his great-grandson. However, now that Bibi Dong had noticed him, it seemed unwise to linger any longer. Leaving was the best option.

(End of Chapter)