Chapter 200: Tear of the Goddess of Mercy — Tang San’s Final Worth

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High above the earth, the battle raged on. From the ground, one could see a black-and-gold streak repeatedly pushing back a violet-colored meteor.

At that moment, the violet light in the sky intensified. A thunderous shout echoed:

"Rakshasa Divine Technique — Calamity Annihilation Curse!"

With a single stomp of Tang San's foot, the entire Rakshasa Prison seemed to awaken. The roots of the Rakshasa Flower extended wildly, sealing off the space surrounding Qian Renxue. Countless crimson vertical eyes opened on the vines—sickening yet brimming with oppressive force. Beams of violet light shot out from those eyes, converging mid-air into a massive formation. The divine pressure emanating from the formation lit up the entire Rakshasa Prison in a dazzling violet hue.

Tang San covered half of his face with one hand. With the other, he raised a single finger and slashed downward. The enormous formation descended with the unstoppable force of a mountain, bearing down on Qian Renxue.

"Divine Technique — Light and Dark God-Sealing Slash!"

The twin swords in Qian Renxue's hands burst into flames. Her Ten-Winged Chaos Angel spirit unleashed six elemental extremes. As the two swords merged, a beam of chaotic sword energy slashed out, tearing through the Rakshasa Prison and shattering the Calamity Curse in the process.

"Divine Technique — Nether Rakshasa!"

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe in Tang San's hand expanded, transforming into an eighty-meter-long weapon, with a blade spanning thirty meters. He cleaved downward, intercepting the sword energy.

With a sharp crack, the sword energy exploded. The collision between two immense forces sent shockwaves outward. Both Tang San and Qian Renxue were forced back dozens of meters.

Tang San felt the rapid drain of his Rakshasa divine power and cursed Poseidon bitterly. He had only one divine weapon—the Rakshasa Scythe—and could only fully unleash his power through Rakshasa techniques. Without the Sea God Trident, his Sea God power was nearly useless. Meanwhile, Qian Renxue had no such limitation. Both of her divine positions were operating at full strength. That last strike was a combination of both divine powers, creating an attack far greater than the sum of its parts. If Tang San responded using only his Rakshasa power, he'd need two techniques just to block one of hers.

How could he possibly win like this?!

"You're really hard to kill, Tang San," Qian Renxue narrowed her beautiful eyes. Defeating Tang San wasn't the issue—but he was still a god like her, and he had nothing tying him down. If he chose to flee, using the power of the Sea God, she'd have no way to stop him. Worse, if he went into hiding and targeted Spirit Hall's personnel in secret, the consequences would be devastating.

After a brief pause, a sly smile appeared at the corner of her lips. She had an idea.

"Tang San, do you want to know what happened to that rabbit—Xiao Wu?"

As soon as he heard the name, Tang San's expression shifted. He glared at Qian Renxue and demanded, "Xiao Wu? What happened to my Xiao Wu?!"

Qian Renxue replied casually, "She's dead. That rabbit died several years ago. She became my ninth soul skill. But since I inherited the positions of both the Gods of Darkness and Light, I gained two divine soul rings. Her soul ring's quality was far too low, so I discarded it."

"What did you say?!" Tang San roared, his pupils dilating in disbelief. Killing intent surged from his body like a tidal wave.

Seeing her words had struck their mark, Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow and said with mockery, "Do you know how helpless she was before she died? How scared? How sharp her tongue still was? She cried for so long, begging me not to kill her, asking to see you one last time. Trying to use you to bargain with me?"

"After she died, she reverted to her true form—a massive, bloated rabbit several meters long and weighing several tons. Since she refused to keep her mouth shut, I gave special orders: her pelt was turned into fine clothing, her high-energy flesh cooked into exquisite dishes, and even her blood wasn't wasted. We brewed it into a fine wine, sold it to nobles across both empires, and made quite the profit."

"AAAAHHHHHH!!!"

"Xiao Wu—!!"

"XIAO WU—!!!"

Tang San's howl of anguish echoed through the heavens. Regardless of whether the story was true or not, the thought of Xiao Wu going through such torment shattered his mind. He could not bear it. He was on the verge of madness.

"Qian Renxue, I will kill you! I will tear you apart, strip your flesh, grind your bones to dust—I will make you pay for Xiao Wu!"

Tang San's eyes burned a fierce blood red, thick resentment swirling around him as he launched a mad assault on Qian Renxue.

Seeing Tang San completely lose himself to fury, Qian Renxue finally allowed a triumphant smile to surface. Her mind attack had succeeded. The only truth in her earlier words was that after Xiao Wu's death, her flesh and blood had been turned into delicacies by Spirit Hall. Everything else was irrelevant to her. She had nine divine soul rings granted by her brother—how could she care about a soul ring from a ten-thousand-year-old Soft Bone Rabbit?

Scythe light and sword shadows tore through the surrounding space. After several exchanges, Tang San's scythe severed a lock of her hair, while her sword pierced Tang San's shoulder. With a deft twist and a flick, she cut through his shoulder, blood pouring freely.

"Joy, anger, sorrow, thought, grief, fear, and shock—the seven human emotions. But impulsiveness is the devil. Once anger rules, one loses reason and balance. Tang San, you have lost."

Qian Renxue's gaze hardened as she stared at Tang San clutching his wounded shoulder, his left arm hanging useless. Her purple-gold eyes gleamed fiercely—she would give him no chance to recover.

"Let me tell you, my wings have absorbed the Light Goddess's Wings and the Ice-Fire Dragon King's Wings—both external soul bones. They've evolved into a super divine artifact. You, injured as you are, won't escape."

In utter desperation, Tang San laughed instead of raging.

"Hahaha, Qian Renxue, you're far too arrogant. You think mastering my Tang Clan's arts means you can beat me? Purple Extreme Demon Eye, Control Crane Grasp Dragon, and Profound Jade Hand—these are only the most basic skills from the Profound Heaven Record. The most powerful and time-consuming killing moves, forged from countless predecessors' wisdom? None of you Spirit Hall lackeys with no Tang Clan faith can ever learn them!"

"Watch carefully—ignoring all defenses—the Tang Clan's supreme ultimate skill: Guanyin Tear."

At that moment, Tang San released the Rakshasa Demon Scythe. Sea God divine power surged and concentrated in his jade-colored palm, compressing into a single blue-and-gold droplet. The tiny droplet lay flat on his palm, and in his eyes, nothing existed but this droplet—his gaze burning with devout fanaticism.

"All beings suffer greatly—compassion. Ah—"

Just as Tang San prepared to unleash Guanyin Tear, Qian Renxue's sword slashed down, severing his arm.

"Enough with your nonsense," she sneered, grabbing Tang San by the throat and lifting him up. "Is this your so-called invincible ultimate skill? Fixating your mind entirely on a single droplet, ignoring everything else around you?"

"If you let me use it, you'll have no grave to bury yourself in!" Tang San roared, refusing to submit.

Qian Renxue laughed playfully, "Why would I let you use it? Tang San, do you know why I aimed for your arm instead of your neck just now?"

"Your Sea God and Rakshasa divine powers are excellent nourishment for my Light and Dark divine positions. Absorbing you should help me break through the barrier and ascend to the God King realm!"

(End of chapter)