Chapter 133: With My Demonic Blood, I Stain Your Azure Sky!

Puff—!

A bright silver spear, without hesitation, pierced Su Ming's forehead!

That unstoppable will, embodying the people's reverence for loyalty and righteousness.

Like the Nine Heavens' silver river breaching its dam, it raged wildly within his sea of consciousness!

To erase the Dao he had paved with consumption and slaughter!

However.

The bone‑deep madness in Su Ming's eyes did not dissipate a iota!

"My Dao, wrong?"

He smiled.

He laughed madly, he laughed fiercely.

"In this damned cannibalistic world, to want to live..."

"That in itself is not wrong!"

This spear was seen through by his Eye of Truth!

This is judgment!

It is Zhao Yun forcing his own radiant Dao, a bright scheme, to make himself bow!

On what grounds?!

Su Ming raised his hand!

He pointed the Soul Dagger at himself.

"I don't have that much loyalty, ideals, or the world's people!"

"What I believe..."

"Only the knife in my own hand!"

"Only blood debts must be repaid with blood!"

Pfft!

Fresh blood splattered four ways.

The Soul Dagger likewise sank into his forehead!

"You..."

Zhao Yun's face showed astonishment for the first time.

Stabbing oneself?

What kind of trick is this?!

Prefer to have soul and spirit annihilated rather than be swayed by his Dao?!

But in the next instant, Zhao Yun's previously unruffled expression changed dramatically!

He felt it.

His unstoppable Loyalty will collided with a force equally overbearing, equally pure, and even more unreasonable—the anti-Rule power!

"Heh!"

"Haha... hahahaha!"

Su Ming trembled violently from excruciating pain, his whole body on the verge of collapse.

Stab oneself?

So what?

Must stab!

The Soul Dagger's All Laws Unpenetrable is his trump card against this Dao!

Two diametrically opposed supreme wills.

In his mind, the most primitive, most savage tearing and fighting unfolded!

"Your Dao is protection, is light, is sacrificing life for righteousness!"

Su Ming lifted his head.

At his forehead, two blood‑filled holes were terrifyingly grotesque.

One streamed silver light, the other inhaled darkness.

He grinned, mouth full of fresh blood, his smile grim.

"And my Dao, very simple..."

"Living!"

"Who the hell dares block my path to live, I'll devour whose Dao!"

Boom!

As the words fell, he suddenly grasped the hilt of the Soul Dagger lodged in his forehead!

"I'm not convinced!"

"Get out... roll out!!!"

Su Ming's five fingers gripping the hilt bulged with blue veins.

Using all his strength, he yanked outward fiercely!

Pfft!

The Soul Dagger was ripped from his forehead, inch by inch, with brutal force!

What emerged was not only scorching scarlet demonic blood.

But also strands of purity to the extreme, yet utterly incongruous with him...

Shine, silver spear intent!

That is Zhao Zilong's Dao!

It is that unstoppable loyalty, righteousness, benevolence, and courage!

At this moment, these wills that should have purified all evil spirits.

Yet they are like white paper stained by ink.

Forcedly stripped and expelled from Su Ming's spirit by the All Laws Unpenetrable Soul Dagger!

Buzz—!

The Soul Dagger emitted an excited buzz.

It cheered for its master's madness!

On the battlefield.

That figure in white robes, Changshan Zhao Zilong, showed genuine emotion for the first time.

Those clear eyes that had seen millennia of storms now were filled with complexity and shock.

Madman!

This young man from later ages…

Is a thorough madman!

To guard his own Dao, he could even take such a ruthless step against himself!

Using his body as a furnace, he drew two supreme Rules to clash and annihilate within his spirit!

What courage this is!

And what… madness!

In Zhao Yun's mind, several figures floated up.

That Brother Guan Er, who fled Maicheng yet never bowed till death!

That pride of choosing to shatter like jade rather than remain whole like tile, is identical!

That lord who, to avenge his brother, would defy Heaven and launch the Yiling campaign!

That obsession to burn the eight wildernesses is so similar!

And that Cao, who would bear a millennial infamy yet seize the Son of Heaven to command the lords!

That heroic aura that overturns all old order is inherited in one line!

This man.

Turns out he has gathered the most obsessive, most mad, most incomprehensible parts of them!

Zhao Yun slowly lowered his spear, hanging at his side.

Did not step forward.

Just quietly watching.

Watching Su Ming stagger to his feet.

Watching him pull out a few small bottles from somewhere and pour them into his mouth.

Glug.

Glug.

The two fierce blood pits on his brow began to slowly heal.

His pallid complexion also regained a hint of color.

"Huh…"

Su Ming exhaled a long breath, his gaze refocused on that figure in white robes.

The two faced off, the battlefield dead silent.

For a long while.

Zhao Yun gently shook his head, his voice bearing an incomprehensible fatigue.

"You may go."

"Leave this place, and do not return."

He chose to let him go.

But Su Ming seemed as if he hadn't heard.

He wiped the blood from his mouth corner, grinned, his smile grim.

"I said."

"I will go in!"

"Why the obsession?"

Zhao Yun's brows slightly furrowed.

He didn't understand.

Behind this Gate.

What is trapped is only a group of restless dead souls, a heap of grievances already Decayed.

Is it worth this outsider risking his life to break in?

"Because…"

Su Ming's smile on his face slowly faded, leaving only coldness.

"My Dao has not yet been completed."

"I do not wish to repeat the same fate as you, regretting for life!"

Zhao Yun fell silent.

From those jet‑black eyes, he saw the same look as that of his lord Liu Bei back then.

Stubbornness that even nine‑headed oxen cannot pull back!

"Very well."

A sigh rang across the battlefield.

"If that's the case…"

"Then use this spear to end it all."

Zhao Yun's figure moved again.

There was no longer any prior probing, nor any restraint.

He failed to block his lord back then!

Then this time, he will block this kid!

The bright silver spear transformed into a silver lightning that tore the heavens and earth!

This move has no name.

Because it itself is the ultimate definition of the name Zhao Zilong!

It is Evervictorious!

It is All‑Courage!

It is the ultimate culmination of his lifelong martial path and belief!

When the spear is launched, heaven and earth lose their hue, and all laws fall silent!

It is a killing move, yet also the final judgment of the Dao!

It must use Protection and Loyal‑Righteousness to utterly crush the unacknowledged Devour and Plunder!

"Can't block…"

Su Ming instantly made a judgment, his pupils trembling.

He still lacks the qualification to wield his own Dao to directly contend with a Dao that has been praised through the ages and embodies the faith of all peoples!

After Zhao Yun thrust this spear, he didn't even glance at the outcome.

He turned slowly, step by step walking toward the Gate.

The ending has already been decided.

This later‑age madman.

Either retreat or die.

There is no third possibility.

However.

At the very moment he turned.

"King…"

A deep voice resonated deep within Su Ming's soul.

Boom—!!!

In front of Su Ming, the spatial barrier shattered with a boom!

A towering figure, almost human, bearing endless murderous aura and a torrent of crimson‑hearted loyalty, stepped out from within!

Its whole body was covered with crimson fierce Dragon Scales.

Behind it was a dragon tail studded with bone spines.

In those vertically‑slit pupils burning with red flame, there was no trace of beastly ferocity, only purity to the extreme…

Loyalty!

In his hand, there was no battle halberd.

Instead, a crimson kite‑shield forged from bones and murderous aura!

Crimson!

One of the eighteen Dragon Grids of the Abyssal Demon Dragon!

Red‑Hearted Dragon Guard form!

"I once told the king…"

"This path is blocked; change route and fight again!"

Those dragon eyes burning with red flame fixed rigidly on the world‑shattering silver spear light, their voice echoing through the nine heavens!

"But today!"

"This path... blocked?"

"I, the minister, will for the king…"

"Forge a path!"