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Qian Renxue's face did not show despair; on the contrary, her expression was very calm, even serene.
She used all her strength, even the power from her shattered godhood, to launch that final strike. At that moment, she silently told herself, Bi Bidong, you gave me life, and now I repay you with the price of mine. I owe you nothing anymore.
The blood-colored demonic sword, as if an eternally killing god had descended, not to mention Qian Renxue who was no longer a god, even if she were still the God of Angels, she couldn't have withstood the Asura God's world-shocking blow.
Farewell, Bi Bidong, farewell, Tang San. To die by the hand of the only man I've ever loved in my life, perhaps, this is the best ending for me. Qian Renxue even felt the taste of death, closing her eyes as tears trickled down the corners.