Chapter 132: Eye of Truth Evolves! Ever‑Victorious General Zhao Zilong!

Su Ming's breathing was rapid.

The person before his eyes was completely different from the ones before!

Xiang Chong, Liao Hua, and the others were crimson battle‑soul obsessions.

But this figure in white robes…

He was not an embodiment of will!

The threat it brought even surpassed the previous Quasi‑Myth level Reincarnation heroine!

"Let me see you clearly!"

Su Ming, ignoring the stabbing pain in his eyes, stared straight at the opponent.

He had already guessed who was beneath this White Light.

But he just wanted to see with his own eyes!

To see clearly this eternally praised, uniquely loyal white‑robed general, and what bearing he truly possessed!

"Open!"

Su Ming let out a low roar, the Eye of Truth was driven to its limit!

He himself hadn't noticed.

The golden glimmer in his pupil ceased to swirl.

Instead it turned into boiling magma!

Swearing to burn through the layer of White Light before his eyes that seemed gentle but actually separated all things!

But…

It was still useless!

That figure seemed composed of pure Concept, having no physical form.

His probing was like a stone sinking into the sea.

Both eyes throbbed with pain.

A drop of scalding blood‑tear slid slowly down his eye corner.

But he wanted to see!

He absolutely must see!

He felt he could see!

Just as his consciousness was about to be torn apart by this excruciating pain—

Crack!

A crisp breaking sound rang deep within his soul!

Some kind of shackles binding his cognition…

Was ripped apart by this wild will!

Su Ming closed his eyes and felt a trace of coolness flowing and swirling.

"This is…"

He could actually see, at the deepest part of his own pupil, a miniature golden star disc slowly rotating!

Discern!

A brand‑new term instantly surfaced in his cognition.

Eye of Truth…

It seemed to have evolved!

Su Ming opened his eyes again.

In his pupil, the newly formed golden star disc turned slightly.

The world before his eyes changed.

That dazzling White Light was pierced in an instant.

He finally saw that face clearly.

Sword‑like eyebrows reached his temples, eyes like morning stars, face like a crowned jade.

Handsome, yet not delicate!

Immediately after, countless lines of unrivaled domineering golden text washed over his vision!

Name: Dragon Gall·Zhao Yun (Heroic Soul Concept Entity)

Quality: Legendary (???)

Rank: Han·Yongchang Ting Marquis

Status: Gun‑soul unified, loyalty and righteousness unextinguished

Ability 1·Ever‑Victorious: Passive! You can never defeat it with sheer force! On the battlefield, it is undefeated!

Ability 2·Dragon Gall: Active! The spear shoots like a dragon, sweeping the eight realms! Its technique inherently pierces armor, pursues souls, and severs Karma! When this spear thrusts, nothing in the world remains unbroken!

Ability 3·Solo Ride:???

Ability 4·One Body Is Gall: When it falls into a desperate situation, it will unleash power and courage beyond limits, becoming immune to all negative effects until the last trace of heroic soul burns out!

Karma Analysis: Over millennia, it is the ultimate projection of the supreme ideals of Loyalty, Righteousness, Benevolence, and Courage in countless Human Hearts!

Hiss!

The upgraded Eye of Truth, so powerful!

But this Zhao Yun…

Even stronger!

How can one even fight this?!

This fucking isn't a battle; it's a fight against the Rule itself!

Constant Victory!

The stronger you get, the stronger he becomes!

Uncontrolled!

Blood lock still!

No play!

Meanwhile.

A long sigh resonated across the battlefield.

"I am Zhao Zilong of Changshan!"

Boom!

Even if I know it's him.

But hearing it spoken directly from this man's mouth makes it different.

The man who never suffered defeat in his life, entering and exiting seven times among ten thousand troops.

The man revered by later generations as the Constant Victory General announced his lineage.

"You are strong."

Zhao Yun's voice was warm and jade‑like, yet still sharp.

"Your blade is domineering."

"But your Dao is wrong."

He slowly lifted his head, his clear eyes seeming to see through all of Su Ming's disguises, gazing straight into the depths of his soul.

Su Ming fell silent.

Before this man, nothing could be refuted.

He is too perfect!

Be it courage, martial skill, loyalty, or that bearing of "even if ten thousand people oppose, I will go forward"…

All are perfect without flaw!

His Dao is to protect, to safeguard all living under heaven, a selfless dedication even unto death.

Whereas his own Dao…

is plunder, is devouring, is merely to survive.

The contrast makes the superiority obvious.

Before this man.

His own rule of "if it doesn't work, kill; I alone am supreme"…

Seems no different from a demon.

"Your Dao only seeks to devour heaven and earth, an insatiable greed."

Zhao Yun's voice rang again, tinged with a hint of compassion.

"My Dao lies in supporting the Han court, protecting the myriad peoples."

"Our Dao differs."

He slowly raised the bright silver spear in his hand, its tip angled toward the ground.

His gentle aura suddenly turned into endless sharpness!

"We shall not conspire!"

The words fell.

Da!

He moved.

He only stepped forward one step.

The entire crimson battlefield, countless heroic souls fallen in battle, the sky filled with metallic wails…

All transformed into a torrent of belief, adding to his body!

"Grass!"

"Then come!"

Su Ming's eyes hardened, casting all distracting thoughts aside.

Dao different?

Can't beat?

Try again then!

He flipped his hand and sheathed the Pinxi Xi Battle Blade.

An ultimate blackish aura coalesced in his hand!

Soul Dagger!

Boom!

Su Ming transformed entirely into a streak of black light.

No longer opening wide and closing.

His footwork was devious, striking straight for Zhao Yun's core!

Clang—!

Facing this treacherous, fierce strike, Zhao Yun merely twitched his wrist.

A soft chime.

The tip of the bright silver spear, unerring, precisely struck the edge of the Soul Dagger.

It seemed light and airy.

But Su Ming's ferocious charge, like a mud ox into the sea, was instantly dissolved into nothing!

"This!"

What a powerful spear technique!

Su Ming was shocked, twisted his body, trying to close in to exploit the dagger's advantage!

However, Zhao Yun's spear was faster!

The long spear quivered, turning into a sky of stars.

Seven-Serpent Coiling Spear!

The spear tip flickered unpredictably, like a spirit snake emerging from a hole, sharp and ruthless!

Each spear shadow sealed off all of Su Ming's maneuvering space, forcing him to block clumsily.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Su Ming gave his all, swirling the Soul Dagger into a black vortex that barely shielded his body.

"Damn!"

He tried to counterattack.

But no matter how strange his footwork, how cunning the dagger.

Before that silver spear, they all seemed immature and laughable.

Zhao Yun's figure floated ethereally like a fairy, his steps unhurried.

"Really fucking version T0! Hexagonal Warrior!"

Su Ming ground his back molar, his arm already numb with fatigue.

Pfft!

A slight flaw was instantly seized.

A flash of silver light slashed Su Ming's left arm wide open, blood gushing out!

The excruciating pain froze his movement.

The next second, the spear shot out like a dragon!

Bang—!

The spear tip precisely pierced his right leg; Su Ming could no longer stay upright.

He staggered, collapsing onto one knee.

"Your tyranny is tangible yet soulless."

Zhao Yun's voice sounded in his ear, without a hint of emotion.

He withdrew the spear, stepping back, widening the gap.

It was not mercy.

But rather…

I'm about to use the final move!

He slowly raised the bright silver spear, its tip pointing straight at the heavens.

All the light and sound of the blood‑stained battlefield were devoured by that silver spear.

It was the condensation of Zhao Zilong's lifelong loyalty and righteousness!

It was the resolute determination before Changban Slope, even when ten thousand people opposed me!

It was the courage on the banks of the Han River, setting up an empty camp to repel ten thousand troops!

It was also beneath White Emperor City, daring to remonstrate the king unto death, knowing it was impossible yet doing it…

Red‑hearted loyalty!

Bathed in the spear's glint, Zhao Yun appeared both towering and desolate.

He was not there to kill Su Ming.

He only wanted to block, with his own Dao, another path he deemed wrong.

Just as he once blocked his lord back then!

"This spear, named…"

"Dragon Gall!"

A light shout.

The bright silver spear slowly thrust forward.

There was no Jinglei, no storm.

It was just a simple, single thrust.

But the whole world in Su Ming's eyes…

…collapsed inch by inch under that thrust!

It's over!