As the smoke slowly dissipated, everyone stared at the sky, speechless with shock.
Qian Renxue knelt on one knee, her Angelic Holy Sword embedded in the ground beside her, its light dimmed, as if it had lost its former brilliance.
Her once magnificent angelic robes were now tattered, bloodstained, and streaks of blood dripping from the torn fabric.
Her once pristine and radiant wings were now incomplete, with scattered feathers all around, making her look utterly wretched.
She gasped for breath, each breath incredibly difficult, large beads of sweat rolling down her forehead like rain, her eyes revealing deep resentment and extreme exhaustion.
Bibi Dong, meanwhile, held the Rakshasa Scythe, pointing it at Qian Renxue.
She too was panting, her chest heaving, her delicate body trembling slightly, but the sharpness and pride in her eyes were clearly visible, indicating that she still had some strength left.
Although her Rakshasa Divine Armor was also damaged, its integrity was much better than Qian Renxue's Angel Divine Armor.
Bibi Dong coldly stared at Qian Renxue and said, "Qian Renxue, you have ultimately lost. Now, what do you have to say?"
Qian Renxue bit her lip, struggled to raise her head, her eyes filled with stubbornness, and replied,
"Mother, you won, but that doesn't mean you're right. I'm not convinced; this was just a momentary lapse in judgment."
Bibi Dong snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, not convinced?
The facts are right before your eyes. Might makes right, that's the truth.
Today you've lost to me, so you should obey my arrangements."
Qian Renxue glared angrily and shouted, "Mother, you're blinded by hatred.
If this continues, the Spirit Hall will be destroyed in your hands sooner or later!"
Bibi Dong's face darkened, and she shouted, "Insolence! Under my leadership, the Spirit Hall will surely achieve glory.
If you dare to disobey again, don't blame me for disregarding our mother-daughter relationship!"
Qian Renxue's eyes were firm, and she said, "Mother, even if you kill me, I won't change my mind."
With that, Bibi Dong said coldly.
"You really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"
Qian Daoliu, who was not far away, also changed drastically upon seeing this scene.
His face was filled with shock and anxiety, and he no longer cared about his own injuries, immediately rushing over.
Qian Daoliu stood before Qian Renxue, arms outstretched, firmly declaring:
"Kill me if you must! Xiaoxue is innocent; it's all my fault."
Bibi Dong frowned deeply and roared, "Qian Daoliu, do you think I'll let you go?
Today, none of you will escape!"
Qian Daoliu straightened his back and said fearlessly, "Bibi Dong, you've gone mad. Even if I die, I will protect Qian Renxue."
Bibi Dong sneered, "Hmph, you're just putting on an act.
Qian Daoliu, do you think this will soften my heart?"
Qian Daoliu's eyes burned, and he said loudly, "Bibi Dong, even if you kill me, you can't change what has already happened.
But if you have a shred of reason, you should let go of your hatred."
At this moment, Qian Renxue, behind Qian Daoliu, said with difficulty, "Grandpa, you don't have to do this.
This is between my mother and me."
Qian Daoliu turned to look at Qian Renxue, his eyes full of determination:
"Child, I can't just watch you and your mother kill each other."
Bibi Dong looked at them, a moment of hesitation flashing through her mind, but it was quickly replaced by hatred:
"Enough nonsense, Qian Daoliu must die today!!"
With that, she raised the Rakshasa Scythe again, and the dark aura spread once more.
Qian Daoliu already felt like a sinner, his face filled with remorse and self-blame. Looking at Bibi Dong, his voice held a hint of resolve:
"Bibi Dong, killing Qian Renshang was my sin. Dying at your hands is the end I deserve."
Hearing this, a complex emotion flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, but it was quickly masked by hatred: "Hmph, Qian Daoliu, you know regret now? It's too late!"
Qian Daoliu smiled bitterly: "I don't ask for your forgiveness, I only hope you can spare Qian Renxue. I will bear all the sins alone."
Qian Renxue called out from behind him: "Grandpa, no! This isn't your fault."
Qian Daoliu shook his head: "Child, things have come to this, let me end it all."
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