Chapter 148: The Rotten Son Appears! Blood Sacrifices the Living, Reopens the Han Gate!

Boom!!!

Su Ming roared in fury, becoming Jinglei, his blast echoing over Jiang Wei's Dao Heart.

At the core of the Formation Diagram, that wind‑ and frost‑weathered face instantly lost its blood hue, turning a ghastly white like paper.

"No... it's not..."

He muttered to himself, his gaze beginning to drift.

"I am inheriting the Chancellor's will! I am extending the life of the Han court! I am not wrong!"

He, as if gone mad, activated the formation, pouring endless killing techniques toward Su Ming.

Wind blades, thunderstorms, poisonous swamps, landslides...

Yet, in Su Ming's eyes, who had personally witnessed Master Wolong's wisdom and might...

It was merely an ugly farce of Dongshi mimicking a frown!

"Break!"

Su Ming let out a low shout, the edge of the Soul Dagger driven to its limit!

He completely ignored those superficial attacks.

Behind him, dragon wings flared wildly, charging straight ahead in one direction!

There, the Thunder Gate of the Zhen position!

It is one of the core nodes where resentment circulates in the entire Pseudo Eight Formation Diagram!

"Shatter it for me!"

Su Ming planted the Han flag heavily into the ground.

With both hands holding the dagger, merging with a sword, he became a pitch‑black lightning that rips the heavens!

Clack—!!!

The Thunder Gate, formed from countless vengeful souls, was brutally sliced in half by him with a single stroke!

The operation of the Eight Formation Diagram stalled for an instant!

"Puff!"

At the core of the diagram, Jiang Wei seemed struck by a heavy blow.

He violently spewed a large mouthful of black blood, his aura instantly waning.

His Dao Heart had become a chaotic boiling porridge!

This broken formation seemed unable to hold any longer!

"It's not over yet!"

Su Ming yanked the Han flag up, his dragon wings flapping more violently, charging toward the next formation eye!

"You keep preaching to revive the Han, yet you look down at your feet!"

"These burial companions—none of them aren't loyal who shed blood and offered their heads for the Han?!"

He slashed open the Wind Gate of the Xun position, the sound icy and bone‑piercing.

"Your so‑called revival of the Han is just making the Han kill each other?!"

His words were like knives, each one cutting the heart!

Bang—!

Another step forward, the Mountain Gate of the Gen position shattered on cue, rocks scattering everywhere.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Kan, Li, Kun, Dui!

One formation gate after another, built from piled resentment, crumbled like paper under his furious charge.

He was like a primeval demonic dragon charging into a flock of sheep!

Using the most primitive and direct method, he tore Jiang Wei's final pride and trump card to pieces!

"Without those who shed blood and offered their heads for the Han court, without those souls upholding the Han family's spirit, what kind of Han are you reviving?!"

"It's merely a cold shell built from loyal souls' remains!"

"The Han family's ideals, the romance of dying for it, the unyielding spirit—all burned to ash by you!"

"You are not reviving the Han; you are a treacherous villain destroying it!"

Clack—!

With Su Ming's final roar, the sky‑filled skeletal stars and endless blood‑soaked marshes all vanished like smoke.

This hell finally returned to its original dead‑silent state.

Su Ming gasped heavily, bearing the Han flag that still emitted a faint glow.

Step by step, he walked to the desecrated tomb of robes and crowns.

Beside him, Jiang Wei knelt half‑down on the ground.

The green heavy spear in his hand was planted askew in the soil, supporting his wobbling body.

He lifted his head; those eyes that once burned with ash now held only hollowness and bewilderment.

"I nine‑times attacked the Central Plains, burned souls to revive the Han, and yet..."

"... ended up as a treacherous villain destroying the Han?"

He stared blankly at the Han flag in Su Ming's hand, then suddenly let out a grim laugh.

He repeated the words "villain" in his mouth, as if swallowing broken glass—painful and bitter.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of murky blood spurted directly onto Su Ming.

A millennium of obsession collapsed in a single morning!

His body began to turn illusory, as if it would completely dissipate in the wind in the next second.

Su Ming saw this, quick-eyed and quick-handed, reached out to seize the green sink spear, the source of everything!

No matter what.

First destroy this thing, solve the problem at its source!

But his fingertip had just touched the cold spear shaft.

The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end!

He felt a pure malice intense enough to freeze his soul!

In the darkness, a figure silently emerged.

It stood there, like the rotten root of the whole land!

Blurry, eerie.

Merely catching a glimpse of its outline made Su Ming's soul feel waves of stabbing pain, as if it would be contaminated!

"Damn!"

Su Ming's pupils contracted sharply.

It's him!

It's that relentless 【Son of Rot】!

This bastard finally dared to crawl out from behind the scenes!

"Courting death!"

Su Ming instantly bristled, a shake of his dragon wings behind him, and was about to charge up to tear this bastard into pieces!

However, it was too late!

In the field of view of the 【Eye of Truth】, a dark-gray stream of light, swift enough to disregard time and space, instantly pierced Jiang Wei's brow!

Buzz——

Jiang Wei's originally empty eyes were instantly filled with ash-defeat qi.

That is the deathly stillness of all things withering and returning to decay!

He lifted his head, the sorrow and bewilderment on his face vanished.

Only bone-deep ruthlessness remained, and the madness to drag the whole world into the abyss!

"Ha……haha……hahahaha!"

He threw his head back and laughed wildly, his voice hoarse, yet it shook the whole hell into wailing.

"I, Jiang Boyue, have sought nothing more in my life than to restore the Han court!"

"Heaven's Way forbids it! Then let this heaven and earth be buried with the Han court!"

"Han……must rise! I will raise Han! Raise Han!!!"

In the midst of his mad laughter, he suddenly raised his hand.

But the target was not Su Ming.

But he launched, toward the distant cyan-black qi still locked in combat, a blood-red imprint imbued with endless decay!

"I am not wrong! Wrong is this rotten world that forbids the rise of Han!"

"With my ruined body as the guide! With the myriad souls of Shu Han as the sacrifice! With this realm as the prison!"

"Blood sacrifice to the masses, reopen the Han Gate!!!"

Boom——!!!

The blood-red imprint tore through space, instantly drilling into the bodies of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei!

The two locked in a death struggle suddenly stiffened.

In their hollow eye sockets, black blood tears surged like a spring, spraying wildly!

Their two bodies, uncontrollably, lunged toward each other and frenziedly merged!

The cyan 【Righteousness】 and black 【Fury】 frenziedly entwined, forming a constantly expanding, twisting chaos meatball that radiated endless malice!

Hum!

That chaos meatball actually abandoned them and surged wildly toward us!

"Fuck!"

Su Ming felt something, his face drastically changed.

Nobody would have expected that the 【Son of Rot】 still had this trick up his sleeve……

Direct descent!

Extreme palpitations!

He could clearly feel that, once that thing truly took shape……

Not to mention the Wuhou Shrine!

The whole Jincheng will turn into a dead zone!

……

Meanwhile, outside the Wuhou Shrine.

The atmosphere had already dropped to freezing point.

The 【Qiang Wei Squad】 twelve members, with solemn expressions, were guarding the entrance of Ancient Street.

But now, they deliberately suppressed even their breathing, nerves taut.

The Ancient Street ahead was still relatively empty, not many people.

But……

It wasn't them who cleared the scene!

Could clean this street spotless...

They are the three forces capable of overturning the entire Jincheng—terrifying powers!

They.

All have arrived!