Douluo Dalu: Lucky Star

If Han Li was happily wreaking havoc like a core Granger on a killing spree, then things were downright miserable on Bibi Dong's side. (ML Reference.)

Disgusting, extremely disgusting!

She finally understood why Tang Hao and Tang Xiao were so furious at Han Li back in Wuhun City. His attacks weren't particularly strong for someone like Bibi Dong, but they were infuriatingly annoying.

Yu Xiaogang was too fragile. Even during the rescue, Bibi Dong didn't dare use her full strength. Unfortunately, Han Li seized on this very weakness and repeatedly disrupted her attempts to save Yu Xiaogang.

It was the same with the Rakshasa Scythe. Every time she wanted to go on the offensive, arrows with irregular trajectories would loop around toward Yu Xiaogang, preventing her from fully utilizing her power, even though she was in a state of burning divine strength.

What made it even more infuriating was that some arrows would shatter upon contact—designed to harass her. Yet she dared not let her guard down, as she didn't believe Han Li wouldn't dare kill Yu Xiaogang.

To make matters worse, behind her, Qian Renxue was attacking the Rakshasa Prison. Bibi Dong could sense that it wouldn't last much longer, and Qian Renxue could break free at any moment.

Faced with this situation, the mental state she had only just begun to stabilize began to show signs of crumbling again. And yet, she could not get even the slightest energy replenishment from Han Li. According to her perception, he bore her no malice, which was the most ridiculous part of it all.

Luckily, after ascending to become the Rakshasa God, her speed had increased tremendously. Before the venom could spread to Yu Xiaogang's heart, she finally broke through Han Li's rain of arrows and reached his side.

She scooped him up, quickly switching to the Death Spider Emperor possession form, and carefully began extracting the poison from his body.

Her divine power was currently in a berserk state, and combined with her incompatible attributes, she couldn't even perform the same actions as Han Li. Fortunately, the poison was originally hers, and Han Li had deliberately diluted most of it out of fear that Yu Xiaogang might die outright, leaving just a trace.

Even so, that trace left Yu Xiaogang teetering on the brink of death.

As for Han Li, he was happily playing with the Rakshasa Scythe—or rather, openly pulling his punches. He had reduced his attack strength specifically to give Bibi Dong the breathing room to treat Yu Xiaogang.

To be honest, Han Li had his eyes on that divine weapon.

The Rakshasa Scythe looked impressive—much better, at least in his opinion than the Sea God's Trident. Coincidentally, he needed a divine weapon. What a stroke of luck!

According to the feedback from his companions: Ye Lingling had the trident, and Xiu'er reportedly had two hammers (not Zhou Weiqing's hammer).

Meanwhile, Dugu Yan and Shui Bing'er received two divine materials fused into their Flame Feather Wings and Ice Crown by Rong Nianbing. These were being nourished with divine laws through inheritance, and upon their ascension, the divine weapons would manifest. Though weak at first and requiring further nurturing and upgrades, they were still quite generous gifts.

Only Zhu Zhuqing, the Dark God inheritor, lacked a divine weapon inheritance, as the Dark God was essentially penniless and without one.

However, wasn't this perfect timing? After Zhu Zhuqing's martial soul mutated under the influence of the Evil God Orb, in addition to its darkness attribute, it also gained an evil attribute. While the Rakshasa Scythe didn't perfectly match her, it could potentially be converted after inheriting it, right?

The key to a divine weapon lay in nurturing its laws post-acquisition. If he took it, things would naturally fall into place. The Rakshasa God position had already been passed down, so the scythe no longer belonged to Bibi Dong. It was a spoil of war now.

Besides, isn't a sweet and petite Zhu Zhuqing wielding a giant scythe the classic character trope everyone loves?

For someone like Bibi Dong, an imperial sister type, a whip would suit her much better. And since she was about to die soon, Han Li—though not particularly kind—was still willing to help her find the scythe's next wielder. No thanks are necessary; how considerate!

And anyway, Han Li wasn't the protagonist of this battle. He was pulling his punches openly and guilt-free. That said, he wasn't exactly idle; he just hadn't revealed his full intentions yet.

Yu Xiaogang's vitality was incredibly tenacious. This had been proven time and again by past events and the fact that he had survived up to now.

When Bibi Dong finally expelled the last trace of poison from Yu Xiaogang's body, she breathed a sigh of relief.

But fate favored Han Li's side. Just as she picked up Yu Xiaogang and prepared to leave the battlefield, Qian Renxue broke free.

At the same time, Han Li increased the intensity of his attacks. Unlike before, this time it was to prevent Bibi Dong from reclaiming the Rakshasa Scythe.

Of course, Bibi Dong wasn't willing to lose it. Even with the scythe, she struggled to fend off Qian Renxue—how could she possibly abandon her greatest support?

Holding Yu Xiaogang in one arm, she quickly gathered Rakshasa divine power in her other hand and swung it outward. A purple-black beam shot toward Han Li.

Ordinary attacks from a god were as straightforward as they came. Though her berserk state made her attacks look imposing, Han Li had been putting on an act from the start and wasn't about to be taken down so easily.

Bibi Dong was dumbfounded. She suddenly realized Han Li had grown significantly stronger, matching her strength.

If she still didn't understand the situation at this point, she would've been unworthy of her years as the Pope. When it came to matters outside of emotions, Bibi Dong's intellect was no weaker than anyone else's.

After launching a fresh round of attacks with the Rakshasa Scythe to try to kill Han Li, she immediately prepared to flee.

But if things ever went as she wished, she wouldn't be in this predicament. With no one left to stop her, Qian Renxue—an Angel God with natural wings—was far faster than most other gods in flight.

Simply put, Qian Renxue transformed into light. While Bibi Dong hesitated over whether to reclaim her divine weapon, Qian Renxue had already successfully blocked her retreat.

The gloomy expression on Bibi Dong's face could not have been more evident.

She glanced at Qian Renxue, who was holding the Angelic Sacred Sword glowing with golden light, then turned her head just in time to see Han Li smiling as he casually gripped the Rakshasa Scythe.

Divine weapons had their spirits, and the scythe trembled unceasingly in Han Li's hands. However, no matter how she tried to summon it back, it refused to budge. Just from this, Bibi Dong knew she was in trouble. Han Li's strength was at least on par with hers, yet there was no trace of a god's aura on him.

"You can't escape."

Qian Renxue's Angelic Sacred Sword gleamed golden as it pointed directly at Bibi Dong, declaring her defeat.

"I haven't lost yet. If I wish, I can drag any one of you down with me," Bibi Dong suddenly smiled, a trace of madness flashing in her eyes. After enduring so much for so long, she had finally become a god, yet she still hadn't accomplished any of her goals.

The one she hated most—Qian Daoliu—still hadn't shown up on the battlefield.

"Oh, then go ahead and self-destruct."

Qian Renxue completely ignored her threats, raising her sword and charging straight at her. Given the earlier situation where Bibi Dong still insisted on saving Yu Xiaogang, would she dare self-destruct now while he was in her arms?

Moreover, Qian Renxue believed Han Li wouldn't let her succeed. A god self-destructing would destroy his planet, and knowing how petty he was, there was no way he'd allow that.

Without hesitation, Qian Renxue activated the Holy Light Radiance. The sun in the sky dimmed momentarily, and then countless golden beams descended, bathing her in radiant light. The crimson-gold glow gradually transformed into pure gold, and a layer of liquid golden brilliance flowed over her Angelic God armor and Angelic Sacred Sword.

To beat someone while they're down—this was the first lesson Han Li had taught her. She would not allow her grandfather to face any further threats.

"Qian Renxue, well done, very well done indeed," Bibi Dong was nearly driven mad. While summoning blades of Rakshasa divine power with her left hand to fend off Qian Renxue's attacks, she simultaneously retreated to the side.

She noticed that Han Li wasn't attacking her during this moment. Instead, he stopped and watched their battle with great interest. Qian Renxue seemed unbothered by this, which made it obvious that the two of them were deliberately toying with her.

Although she disliked Qian Renxue, she understood her. This was most likely her daughter's pride at play, wanting to face her alone.

This, however, gave Bibi Dong an opportunity. She knew she wouldn't be able to escape today, but that didn't mean she couldn't do anything at all.

Tightening her grip on Yu Xiaogang with her right hand, she launched a few more blades of light at Qian Renxue. Then, she suddenly shifted, switching to her martial soul form and creating a clone. Unlike before, this time the clone remained to hold Qian Renxue back while her real body charged toward Han Li.

At the same time, she unleashed a massive amount of divine power in an instant. A web of spider silk, empowered by her divine energy, spread out like an all-encompassing net.

Above her head, a phantom image of the Spider Emperor emerged. A flash of eerie green glimmered on its grotesque legs—this was her hidden trump card, a move she had never used before. Anyone who had seen it was already dead.

Its name was Eternal Wound. Its effect was to nullify physical defenses and reduce energy defenses by 50%. Once it struck, the wound would spread endlessly unless resisted with soul power, eventually draining its victim until they burned out and died.

After her ascension, the attack became more concealed, and its effects evolved. While its defense-piercing ability remained, against opponents of her level, it could now damage both the god body and the god soul. Though not as fatal as it had been at the Soul Master stage, this was the perfect moment to use it.

She wouldn't use it on Qian Renxue, but against Han Li, she would show no mercy. If he dared to take her attack head-on, he would at least be severely injured even if he didn't die. This would allow her to escape successfully.

Unless Qian Renxue chose not to save Han Li—but that was highly unlikely.

Once she escaped, she would head directly to the City of Slaughter. There, she could drain its resources, making herself strong enough to no longer fear Qian Renxue. Victory would still be hers in the end.

As the distance between her and Han Li shrank, the corners of Bibi Dong's mouth curled upward slightly.

Sure enough, Han Li did not choose to flee. He stood his ground, activating the same domain as before, igniting the approaching spider webs and preparing to confront her head-on.

Bibi Dong's delight grew. This was the arrogance common among young geniuses. She had once been like that herself. Today, she would teach them a lesson.

She poured even more divine power into her attack, and at the same time, she noticed that Yu Xiaogang, whom she held in her right arm, had woken up.

The hatred he held for her was absorbed by her Rakshasa Domain and converted into divine power—equivalent to the power of ten men.

Wasn't this a reasonable way to "kill enemies"? Bibi Dong couldn't help but think, a strange sweetness emerging deep in her heart.

She remembered that Yu Xiaogang hated Han Li as well. Han Li had killed his only disciple, and even earlier, Yu Xiaogang had wanted to step on Han Li's head to climb higher. Han Li was their common enemy.

"Xiaogang, I will avenge your disciple's death first."

That's what she said.

"Hmm, let's avenge him."

To her surprise, Yu Xiaogang responded, his voice low. His sleeve fell slightly, revealing something glimmering in his hand…