Chapter 257

At this very moment.

Luo Wang Da Gui's belly had swollen to the size of a woman ten months pregnant.

His red robe was stretched taut, the sash snapped apart, and on the bulging belly, the face of the belly ghost was visible—its expression grotesque, mouth stretched nearly to its ears, utterly infuriating, clearly enjoying its position inside Luo Wang Da Gui.

Luo Wang Da Gui raised his palm, his black nails sharpening and lengthening.

Puff!

He suddenly shoved his own hand straight into his belly!

"Get out!"

Plosch, krak, puff…

Luo Wang didn't know the exact location of the belly ghost; he could only grope blindly by touch and bodily sensation, while outside his body, the Cut-Flesh Ghost kept carving fresh wounds into him.

Blood, fat, and fragments of internal organs constantly gushed out from his belly…

After frantically groping for two full minutes, Luo Wang finally pulled his hand out of his own belly—clutched tightly in his grip was a tiny figure no bigger than a thumb!

The tiny figure wore no clothing; its face matched the bulge he'd seen inside—this was the true form of the belly ghost!

Yan Bingbing and Zhu Shuhui, watching from afar, quickly filmed the scene.

If they missed this chance, they'd have to rely on luck to ever capture the belly ghost on film again.

Just as filming ended.

Luo Wang Da Gui squeezed hard—the tiny belly ghost let out a hollow, piercing scream, then was crushed into pulp.

Miao Shi, gaunt and pale, wore a look of satisfaction.

He had suffered terribly from the belly ghost, having mentally rehearsed dozens of times crushing it—so seeing this, his soul was utterly fulfilled.

Swish!

Luo Wang Da Gui's nose suddenly flew off!

Pulling the belly ghost out had drained Luo Wang Da Gui of immense strength and energy; an ordinary ghost would have already dissolved.

He had weakened.

But as the belly ghost died, the Cut-Flesh Ghost grew stronger!

Previously, the Cut-Flesh Ghost could only leave shallow wounds on Luo Wang; now, each strike tore away a strip of flesh—Luo Wang's red robe shredded in an instant, blood spewing from every inch of his body, his appearance horrifying beyond words!

"Now it's your turn!"

Luo Wang's red robe suddenly began to glow.

Boom!

After a thunderous explosion.

The Bound Earth Prison shattered; red dust spread outward.

Luo Wang Da Gui swayed where he stood, gripping the Cut-Flesh Ghost's hair.

The Cut-Flesh Ghost's body had vanished entirely—only its head remained, eyeballs rolling wildly, still barely alive…

"I… I surrender…"

Crack!

Without giving the Cut-Flesh Ghost a chance to beg, Luo Wang crushed its skull with his grip.

Luo Wang sneered toward Wu Xian and the others.

He admitted these humans' tricks had caused him considerable trouble—he only needed a moment to recover, and then he'd give those humans no chance at all…

Finally.

The red dust cleared.

…

Luo Wang stared in shock.

Wu Xian stood right before him, one hand gripping his blade, the other clutching a strange bronze bottle.

Patak…

Liquid poured from the bronze bottle, dripping onto the haft of the Ghost-Head Blade.

Boom!

Whoosh!

Around Wu Xian, malevolent energy surged violently!

This bronze bottle was the Gathering Malevolence Vial behind the Gathering Malevolence Mirror—all the malevolent energy absorbed by the mirror over the past two days was stored inside this tiny vessel.

Last night, the Ghost-Head Blade had already absorbed malevolent energy radiating from the Gathering Malevolence Mirror, so Wu Xian knew the blade could grow stronger this way.

The haft of the Ghost-Head Blade came alive, the ghostly head greedily devouring the pure malevolent energy.

From the haft upward, the entire blade gradually turned deep red, glowing faintly—far away, Wu Xian was invisible, visible only as a twisted crimson blade-shadow!

A terrifying power surged through the blade.

Wu Xian's arm trembled—he felt not a sword, but a demon brimming with murderous desire.

He had waited until now to empower the Ghost-Head Blade

because he feared excessive malevolent energy would cause the blade to lose control!

The Ghost-Head Blade, worn down by constant battle, had nearly reached its limit—perhaps only one strike remained. All of Wu Xian's prior planning had been aimed at giving him this one chance—to slash at the weakened Luo Wang Da Gui!

Luo Wang's eyes widened.

"Again with the demon…"

Swish!

Wu Xian's eyes burned red; he stepped forward two paces and swung the crimson blade-shadow with all his might toward Luo Wang Da Gui.

A massive, deep crimson crescent blade-moon slashed toward Luo Wang Da Gui's neck!

"Ah!!!"

Luo Wang Da Gui's body erupted with boundless malevolent energy; at this moment, he no longer cared to conserve his strength, pouring every ounce of power into his hand to meet the terrifying red blade aura.

On one side was all the remaining power Luo Wang had left.

On the other side was the massive blade aura formed by the Treasure Ghost-Head Blade, the full malevolent energy of the Gathering Malevolence Vial, the Gang character glyph, and the Qing character glyph—and the Ghost-Head Blade's trait was that its power doubled when decapitating!

The two forces did not even collide—Luo Wang's hand instantly turned to ash, and with it, Luo Wang Da Gui's entire body was swallowed by the red light.

When the light finally faded,

everyone was stunned to find that the entire left half of the Connecting Heaven Altar had vanished—walls, ceiling, everything—consumed by the blade's radiance; the midnight sky now appeared unnaturally clear.

Crack. Clatter.

Wu Xian felt the weight lift from his hand; the Ghost-Head Blade shattered into fragments and fell to the ground.

This great blade, which had accompanied him through one Fudi, had finally reached its limit and met its end; Wu Xian seemed to hear a joyful laugh.

Since its forging, this blade had never ceased decapitating heads—and to finally sever the head of a Great Ghost, it could be considered the blade's finest farewell.

At the same time,

another object fell to the ground.

It was Luo Wang's head!

Decapitation tactic succeeded!

Wu Xian instantly felt unbearable aches all over his body; merely controlling the nearly uncontrollable Ghost-Head Blade had drained nearly all his strength—he now had not a single ounce left.

Everyone burst into cheers.

Whether Lotus Juanren, newcomers, or the Fudi's original inhabitants, the heavy stone weighing on every heart had finally fallen.

They had won the struggle against Luo Wang Da Gui!

Over these past few days, countless lives had been lost on the island—some deserved to die, some did not—but most importantly… they could survive!

Lotus Juanren could return to reality.

Newcomers could escape the nightmare.

The original inhabitants could leave this terrifying island!

But just then, a voice appeared, freezing every body in place as if trapped in an ice cave.

"You won."

"But I will return!"

The voice was…

Luo Wang Da Gui!

His head, lying on the ground, was speaking.

He was not dead!

(End of Chapter)