Chapter 147: Fight Jiang Wei! Your belief is my weapon!

Clang—clang—clang!

The spear tip and dagger collided at breakneck speed, sparks flying everywhere.

Su Ming's pair of uncanny violet pupils narrowed slightly.

"Something's off..."

Jiang Wei's spear—

Fast, accurate, ruthless!

Each strike is wrapped with the iron‑blooded killing aura of the nine assaults on the Central Plains!

Yet beneath that storm‑like onslaught, there is a thread of starkly discordant gentleness.

It is not mercy.

It is avoidance!

Every one of his attacks, no matter how cunning the angle or how ferocious the force...

the spear tip's trajectory deliberately veers away from the Han flag!

Su Ming's gaze grew complicated.

In the end, it turned into a sigh.

This obsession...

It's too tragic, and too laughable!

"Jiang Boyue!"

Su Ming let out a roar, no longer entangling with him.

His figure suddenly became ethereal, appearing directly beside the Han Soul Unquiet Flag!

The fusion with the Demon form continues to drain his energy.

Further away, the clash between the Martial Saint and the Ten‑Thousand Enemies still rattles the heavens.

Little time remains for him.

Therefore, it must be a swift, decisive battle!

Su Ming does not hide behind the flag.

He extends his left hand, covered in demonic runes, and grabs the flagpole bearing countless wills, clutching it firmly!

Hum—!

Upon the banner, the grievances of a hundred thousand Shu soldiers, the wisdom of Master Wolong, and the raging demonic aura on his body strangely resonated at this moment!

"You!"

Jiang Wei's movement suddenly froze.

In those eyes burning with ash, for the first time, horror, terror, and an uncontrollable rage flashed.

He holds the flag!

He even dares to use that hand soaked with abyssal demonic aura to touch the flag that symbolizes the Han dynasty's final glory and spirit!

This is desecration!

It is trampling!

"Come!"

Su Ming, holding the flag with one hand, flicks his other hand at Jiang Wei with contempt.

"Now, your enemy and your belief have become one."

"Let me see, you, the last Grand General of Shu Han."

"Are you going to swing your spear at your own belief for that vague, illusory dream?"

"Or... surrender now, kneel and beg for mercy?!"

"Aaaah—!!!"

Seeing Su Ming's move, Jiang Wei became utterly furious!

He may die, but the Han flag must not be disgraced!

"You brat! I will crush your bones and scatter your ashes!"

Jiang Wei howls wildly, his green‑black spear turning into a flash that pierces heaven and earth, striking again!

But his spear technique falters.

Because...

Su Ming directly uses the Han flag as a shield, holding it before him.

Jiang Wei's mind reels, and the spear tip instinctively deviates.

At that instant, the Soul Dagger in Su Ming's hand slashes like a phantom.

Clack—!

The armor on Jiang Wei's chest shatters with a sound!

"You brat! How dare you be so cunning and despicable!"

Jiang Wei snarls in anger.

"Ha! My conduct is vile?"

Su Ming laughs, his voice full of mockery.

"You dig graves in the robes' marsh, devour comrades' souls, stir internal strife among hands and feet—are these even human deeds?!"

"The one truly defiling the foundation of this Han flag is you!"

"You now lack the courage to swing a spear at this flag, yet you claim both sides, play double standards, and dare discuss vileness with me here?!"

Su Ming's dragon wings behind him flap violently, thrusting forward once more.

Puff—! Puff—!

Again, a few more cuts!

A fierce slash lands on Jiang Wei, also striking his Dao heart!

"What the hell are you doing, reviving the Han?!"

"If the Late Emperor knew what you've done, he'd probably open your coffin himself and grind you, this unfilial minister, to bone and ash!"

Jiang Wei keeps falling back, his wounds mounting, his breath in utter disarray.

He is driven to the brink by Su Ming's utterly shameless tactics and his every soul‑piercing judgment!

Finally.

The last shred of reason in Jiang Wei's eyes is completely incinerated!

"Continue the Chancellor's will, Eight Formation Diagram, rise!"

A howl reverberates through Hell.

The winds and clouds change hue, the blood‑red sky becomes a diagram, the withered bones turn into a board.

Jiang Wei's figure vanishes, resentful voices echo from all directions.

"The Marquis of Wu cherishes talent, but misjudged you, demon!"

"Today, I will cleanse the Gate for the Chancellor, to restore the Han Spirit!"

The words fall.

Ten thousand skeletal stars, trailing black tail flames, thunderously crash down from the Celestial Formation Diagram!

Heaven covers, Earth bears, Dragon flies, Tiger wings!

Endless killing intent surges from all sides, aiming to drown Su Ming completely!

Su Ming stands at the heart of the killing formation; within his eerie violet pupils, a miniature golden star disc spins wildly.

"Perception!"

The world before his eyes changes again!

But…

The so‑called Celestial Formation Diagram is not stars, but heads, each warped beyond recognition by corrosive resentment!

As for the illusory Azure Dragon and White Tiger…

They are merely two entities formed from countless soldiers' wails and curses, a conglomerate of resentment!

"So that's it…"

Su Ming smiled.

This is no Eight Formation Diagram!

It is clearly a massive… forced together from all hatred, unwillingness, and pain…

…giant junkyard!

"Jiang Boyue, you have greatly disappointed me."

"Tianshui Qilin'er? Such a title, you think you deserve?!"

Su Ming's voice pierces the roar, clearly reaching every corner of the diagram.

Boom!

A skeletal star the size of a house howls toward them.

Su Ming doesn't even glance, merely sidesteps a step.

The star skims his body, then crashes thunderously into a blood‑flesh swamp.

It raises a sea of blood, yet never touches even his garment's hem.

"The Chancellor's Eight Formation Diagram, evolving the ultimate principles of Heaven and Earth, exhausting the rules of wisdom, is the benevolent intelligence that subdues foes without battle!"

Su Ming strolls through the meteor rain as if in a leisurely garden, and the Eye of Truth has already discerned every attack's trajectory.

"And your formation…"

"It's merely plagiarized, a clumsy copy built from the resentful grudges of countless loyal souls!"

Su Ming swings a blade, its jet‑black edge tearing the void.

It precisely cuts the Azure Dragon's seven‑inch spot of resentment!

Aaa—!

The Azure Dragon lets out a mournful wail, its massive body shattering thunderously into countless bleak remnants.

"You have copied the Chancellor's form, but not his spirit!"

"The Chancellor's wisdom lies in 'cultivating the self through tranquility', and in 'without indifference one cannot clarify ambition'!"

"His power stems from compassion for all living under Heaven, and from guarding the great righteousness of the Han court!"

"His formation is the Sheng formation! It is a hope formation that seeks a sliver of survival for all the world's people!"

Su Ming's voice suddenly rises, and within his eerie violet pupils burns nothing but contempt.

"And you, Jiang Boyue!"

"Your power comes from hatred, from obsession, from the ruthless devouring of comrades' heroic souls!"

"Your formation is the Death formation! It drags everyone into the desperate abyss of your pitiful obsession!"

He suddenly lifts his head, his gaze piercing layer upon layer of space, colliding boldly with the will hidden at the diagram's core!

"The Chancellor has devoted his life to protecting the Han family's rivers and mountains, not to provide you with brittle bones as a stepping stone for your obsession!"

"You even imitate so clumsily, yet dare to invoke his venerable name?!"

"Die for me!!!"