Chapter 102: Backstab! Director, it's your cue to take a bow!

At the other end of the Broken Theater, darkness suddenly twisted.

A slash of crimson quietly blossomed.

A flash of murderous intent flickered in Su Ming's eyes.

Anyone else?!

The crimson streak rapidly expanded, forming a silhouette that slowly stepped out from it.

Clad in a Blood-colored Royal Robe, with a handsome face and a lazy yet noble bearing.

It was the Blood Clan King who had repeatedly dragged him into dreams, seated high upon the solitary throne!

Su Ming's pupils suddenly contracted.

How could that be?

Why is he here?!

The Blood Clan King gave Su Ming a glance.

He then scanned the theatre space, which was rapidly collapsing and whose laws were in total chaos, his brows knit tightly.

"This place is not fit for lingering!"

His voice was low, full of innate authority.

"Come with me!"

Before the words finished, the space beside him twisted again.

A vortex brimming with endless blood Qi opened out of nowhere!

On the other side of the vortex emanated an aura far more stable and vast than this place!

It was...

A lifeline!

Su Ming did not move.

He simply cradled the sleeping Little Black Dragon in his arms, and with that mask on his face, quietly stared at the Blood Clan King before him.

"Eye of Truth" opened silently.

The aura, the rank, that sense of oppression...

All matched the previous dream down to the smallest detail!

"What are you still standing around for?!"

Seeing Su Ming remain still, the Blood Clan King's tone revealed a hint of impatience and anxiety.

"The core of this domain has been destroyed; it will soon be completely annihilated!"

"If we don't leave now, even I can't protect you!"

Boom—

It seemed to confirm his words.

The sky above the theatre began to peel away in large sheets like wall skin.

The ground beneath their feet collapsed in spots, falling into a bottomless abyss.

The crisis is now right before them!

"Fine."

Su Ming finally spoke, walking toward the Blood Clan King.

Heading toward that blood-colored vortex!

Heading toward that Unique lifeline!

"Quick!"

The Blood Clan King urged, his already sickly pale face becoming even more gaunt.

Maintaining this cross-dimensional vortex clearly drained him greatly.

But...

Worth it!

Su Ming reached the vortex and lifted one foot.

Seeing this, the Blood Clan King's tense body relaxed, and he turned to prepare to leave together.

However!

At the instant he turned!

Pfft—!!!

A dagger, entirely jet‑black and entwined with endless resentment, emerged from behind without warning and pierced the back of his heart!

Su Ming's expression did not change.

He had already mastered this move to perfection!

The expression on the Blood Clan King's face froze instantly.

He stiffly lowered his head, staring at the jet‑black dagger that had pierced his chest and was frantically devouring his own Divinity's source.

His eyes were filled with incomprehensible bewilderment.

"W‑Why...?"

He turned with difficulty, staring intently at the face beneath Su Ming's mask.

He couldn't understand!

He risked everything, tearing through the planar barrier to come to the rescue.

What he received in return was the deadliest backstab?!

Pfft!

Puff—!

Puff—!

Su Ming gave no answer.

He simply drew his dagger expressionlessly.

Then again and again, he thrust wildly!

Fresh blood splattered on the eerie mask, making its half‑smile even more chilling!

"Why?!"

The Blood Clan king roared in fury, his life force draining rapidly under the Soul Dagger's devouring.

Su Ming's movement finally paused for a moment.

He lifted his head, and the corner of his mouth beneath the mask curled into a chilling smile.

His voice was casual, yet as cold as abyssal ice.

"Because..."

"You once warned me."

"Everything was a trap; trust no one!"

"So..."

"I... do not trust you."

The words fell silent.

The Blood Clan king's shock and resentment on his face turned completely into stupefaction!

Just because of this?!

Just because of his well‑meaning reminder?!

This madman!

He actually used the principle he taught him to turn and kill himself?!

Absurd!

A colossal absurdity!

The farmer‑and‑snake story played out on him?!

Beside him, Su Ming watched the Blood Clan king's life fade, the murderous intent in his eyes not diminishing at all.

Reason?

Of course, there's more than that!

It's just that he has no mood now to explain to a dead man.

In the morning dream, he once asked the Blood Clan king a question—

"How about… you recognize me as your master?"

At the time, that guy merely replied lightly—

Saying he wasn't worthy yet!

But everyone knows the Blood Clan places extreme importance on dignity and rank, and is absolutely proud!

As the king of this clan, his reaction…

Was far too bland!

Later, he tried to inquire about the upcoming performance.

The Blood Clan king actually knew a bit, and pretended profundity by pointing to the sky!

It could be taken as covert support…

But…

It could also be seen as guidance, a hint that led him astray!

At that moment, through the Eye of Truth, he saw that terrifying eye that enveloped all things and watched everything!

In his heart, it sowed an unbeatable seed that should not be overthought!

But when he woke from the dream, walking the streets of Jiangcheng with Crimson.

He also looked up at the sky several times.

Under the Eye of Truth, there was nothing!

That eye had never existed!

There was some contradiction before and after!

Until not long ago, the Fourth Act began.

Before the female protagonist appeared…

An eye also appeared in the sky!

Everyone thought that was the female protagonist's eye.

But he found a very interesting point!

The eye on the heavens…

Was at least ninety percent similar to the one in the dream!

Besides these, there was the most crucial point!

At the end of the dream, the Blood Clan king quietly said—

"Actor has no right to know who the Audience is."

Based on that guy's earlier reaction, it expressed.

Clearly, he also placed himself in the Actor's position!

But one who can freely pull him into a dream, altar number 【40】, the lofty Blood Clan king…

Really willing?!

Heh!

From start to finish, this Blood Clan king was actually involved the whole time!

If there are many coincidences, then it's certainly not accidental!

So…

The real performance didn't actually begin at noon!

It can be traced all the way back to the morning before the altar was refreshed!

That 【female protagonist】 who almost caused him to crash was the last to take the stage, the Heavenly King Artist!

And the impostor before us…

is actually the deepest‑hidden first one in this performance!

Poof!

Poof!

"【Director】, it's your turn to take a bow!"

Hearing Su Ming's words.

The Director's shock and resentment on his face were gradually being replaced by pathology and frenzy!

He no longer struggles.

Allowing the Soul Dagger to devour.

He smiled.

He laughed maniacally, laughing until blood‑tears spilled out.

"Hehe…"

"Hahahahahaha—!!!"

The mad laughter rang through this soon‑to‑collapse theater.

The motion in Su Ming's hand paused slightly.

Under the mask, his gaze coldly stared at the dying madman.

The Director's body began to turn transparent, but his voice grew ever more frantic and delighted.

"Do you really think… you won?"