290. Bipolar God

"Xiao Jue, mind your manners." Qian Daoliu suddenly felt anxious, and Qian Renxue's heart was in her throat.

What if the ancestor decided to clean house? What would they do then? There mustn't be any problems!

Just as Qian Renxue was about to negotiate with the Angel God, something unexpected happened.

The Angel God seemed to suddenly fall from grace. Her words became vulgar, filled with an evil aura that stirred one's desires.

"You b*tch!"

"What's wrong with a little darkness? Besides, this little thing is quite unique."

"It suits this goddess's taste."

"?"

Qian Renxue quickly raised her head in shock, staring at the now-darkened dome with confusion. She murmured in disbelief, "Has the ancestor... fallen?"

"Xiao Xue, watch your words!" Qian Daoliu reprimanded her.

But the scene before him was stirring turmoil in his heart.

In the air, the Angel God, under the gaze of the three, began to change. Her once pure white wings turned black, and the holy golden flames morphed into a chilling, sinister aura. Her armor darkened to a deep gold, her long hair became silver, and her nails turned inky black.

The once sacred face was now seductive, arrogant, and wild. Smokey eye makeup appeared on her face, and her lips turned a dark purple-black hue. Her blood-red eyes fixated on Qian Jue with a seductive grin, her tongue seductively licking the corner of her lips.

Qian Jue couldn't handle the provocation.


Evil thoughts surged in his mind, and he quickly lowered his gaze, avoiding her. His face flushed, and his breathing became ragged.

The black mist earlier wasn't just his imagination.

"Haha..."

"As expected, this goddess's allure is undeniable."

The now dark angel suddenly laughed coquettishly, completely indifferent to the situation. Even her armor had changed, revealing a provocative cleavage. As she laughed, it jiggled, and the fabric on her long legs seemed ready to transform into a short skirt.

"Grandpa, is this really our ancestor?" Qian Renjue asked, sneaking a glance at Qian Daoliu, who also had his head lowered.

"..."

Qian Daoliu opened his mouth but hesitated to speak.

As the most devout believer in the Angel God, he, too, was confused.

How could his golden faith suddenly turn black?

Qian Renjue then glanced at Qian Renxue.

Their eyes met, and Qian Renxue quickly looked away as if electrocuted, her face burning and her heart racing.

Golden light began to emerge from her body, resisting the corrupt power. She couldn't let Qian Renjue linger in her heart any longer.

Qian Renjue had a strange look on his face.


"Shut up! If you hadn't resisted, I wouldn't be in this situation!"

The laughter in the air abruptly stopped, replaced by the same holy and majestic voice as before.

The dim Douluo Hall lit up once again.

But when they looked up, the darkness flashed once more.

"Hmph! You b*tch!"

"If you weren't trying to erase my consciousness, I wouldn't resist you!"

Moments later, the holy light once again took over.

"A perfect fusion is the strongest form!"

The six-winged angel beneath the dome began to shimmer, alternating between celestial music and demonic sounds, arguing with itself.

"Then why don't you just wipe out your half-consciousness? You b*tch!"

"You are too evil. I must leave no loopholes."

"B*tch, stop with the excuses!"

"My actions are for the sake of justice."

"Justice, my foot! You want to kill me for justice?"

"You were born of my light, and when you die, you'll live on in my justice."

"Screw your light! Stop taking advantage of me!"

"This is the truth."

"Whoever is stronger makes the truth! The truth is, you're a hypocritical b*tch!"

"It's not hypocrisy. It's to ensure my justice."

"So you give me life, then try to kill me? Now you want to kill your own descendant too?"

The argument suddenly ceased, causing Qian Renxue and the others to tense up.

But then, the celestial voice rang out again, "I would never do such a thing!" declared the Angel God solemnly.

"Then get lost, you self-righteous b*tch!"

The seductive voice seemed to regain control, and the six-winged figure stabilized in black once more.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the cold, black sun beneath the dome disappeared.

Qian Renjue felt an overwhelming chill as Qian Daoliu's urgent cry reached his ears.

"Xiao Jue!"

Before he could respond, Qian Daoliu was frozen in terror, unable to move.

Qian Renxue couldn't even utter a sound, biting her lip so hard it almost bled.

Qian Renjue's body stiffened as the Angel God, now leaning against him, set off alarm bells in his mind.

He was paralyzed, unable to move.

"Haah~"

The seductive figure exhaled warmly, a teasing smile on her face.

The fragrant breath enveloped him, and Qian Renjue's senses were suddenly heightened a hundredfold.

He could feel the soft, warm, and fragrant body pressed against him. Heat quickly surged downward in his body.

Looking down at the figure shorter than him, with that sultry expression, Qian Renjue couldn't help but blush even more, his desire overwhelming.

"Haha, blushing at your age?"

The black figure continued rubbing against Qian Renjue, lifting his smooth chin and licking her dark purple lips with a seductive smile.

"If I weren't already dead and gone, I'd use that b*tch's body to properly enjoy you."

"Huh?"

Qian Renjue, who had been gritting his teeth, suddenly gaped in shock.

Even Qian Renxue, who had been worried for Qian Renjue, couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and exasperation.

At least their fallen ancestor wasn't going to harm him, just... tease him.

The fallen angel, who had been rubbing against Qian Renjue, suddenly shed her dark form.


The holy Angel God reappeared, and realizing her position—pressed up against her descendant with his burning gaze seeking release—her celestial face turned red.

She immediately let out a cold reprimand.

"How dare you! An angel cannot be defiled!"

Under the glare of those golden eyes, Qian Renjue didn't dare to even breathe, much less move. He hurriedly explained, "Ancestor, I-I'm a victim here too!"

But before the holy form could pull away, the fallen angel returned, draping her arms around Qian Renjue's neck with a triumphant smile.

She blew a seductive breath at him, teasing the holy half of herself, "I'm a goddess too. I need love. If I can't use my wings, what's the point of having so many?"

"You've even got some extra little wings on you."

"Shut up!"

Before the fallen angel could finish, the holy Angel God reappeared, her face full of anger as she seemed to suppress her counterpart.

"..."

Qian Daoliu lowered his head, utterly bewildered. His faith felt shattered, and at that moment, he wished he could be deaf.

Qian Renjue dared not move, feeling anxious as he stared at the Angel God still clinging to him.

"Ancestor, this... this isn't my fault!"