Chapter 149: Chancellor Casts the Net

North side street corner.

A figure leans obliquely against the wall, a black trench coat flung open, with half a nearly burnt cigarette dangling from the mouth.

It is the Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau, the Jin Cheng Bulldozer—Chen Beixuan.

Second floor of the tea house on the west side.

Several figures sit by the window, the leading elder rolling two walnuts in his hand, humming an off‑key Sichuan opera.

His gaze scans the street with a sinister glint, like a venomous snake hidden in the grass.

Western Shu Ruffians!

Under the archway on the south side.

A middle‑aged man dressed in a gold‑threaded Tang‑style suit, looking like a steward, stands with his hands behind his back, a line of black‑clad thugs behind him.

Each wears a blank expression, like wooden stakes, their aura oppressively heavy.

Golden House!

Three powers stand in a tripod, each refusing to yield.

Suddenly, Chen Beixuan spits the cigarette butt onto the ground and grinds it harshly with his shoe sole.

He lifts his eyelids and glances toward the tea house and the archway.

Then a wildly boundless grin curls his mouth, exposing a set of yellow teeth.

"The smoke's gone; here's your last chance,"

He stretches lazily, his joints crackling loudly.

The impatience in his eyes turns into naked ferocity.

"Either scram now and go find your mother, or…"

Boom!

Without warning, he kicks the wall behind him.

A huge chunk of the wall collapses instantly, dust billowing everywhere.

"Either I lead my troops to flatten your den and grind you, the unseen scum, into the ground!"

At the Western Shu Ruffians' side, the walnut‑rolling elder pauses, smiles faintly, and says nothing.

The Tang‑clad steward of the Golden House, however, darkens his expression.

"Chen Director, show some restraint! We are merely observing here, have not crossed any lines, nor violated any Rule!"

"By acting so, aren't you ignoring the Rule?"

"Just because you're Official, can you do whatever you like?"

"Pah!"

Chen Beixuan seems to have heard the world's biggest joke and spits a mouthful onto the ground.

"Rule? My Rule is the Rule!"

He tilts his head, looking at the Tang‑clad steward with utter contempt.

"What kind of trash are you?"

"I, Chen Beixuan, have acted all my life; why should I explain to you all?!"

"You!"

The steward's face instantly flushes to a pork‑liver hue.

As the Gambler's most trusted confidant, he has always been unwavering in this district and has never endured such humiliation!

But facing Chen Beixuan's eyes full of brutality…

He still forces all his harsh words back in.

No way.

Can't win.

The man before me is the embodiment of Jin Cheng's order.

A lunatic who cares for no reason, only fists!

Talk rules with him?

His fists are the Rule!

"Heh heh heh…"

Above the tea house, the woman in a scorching qipao lets out a string of coquettish giggles.

"Boss Chen still remains this domineering."

"Unlike some, who only flaunt their master's name to show off!"

"When truly confronted with a hard nut, they become a retreating turtle."

The steward's complexion darkens further, yet he says nothing in rebuttal, silently noting the account.

At that moment, the walnut‑rolling elder finally speaks.

"Young man, don't let your temper flare so much."

"The play hasn't reached its Climax, yet you're eager to clear the stage; that's rather unromantic."

Chen Beixuan snorts coldly, offering no reply.

He simply lifts his hand slowly, fingers splayed.

Buzz—!

A massive cleaver forged of pure thunder slowly coalesces in his palm, electric arcs crackling.

He,

is accustomed to showing his stance through action.

No more idle talk.

Just cut them all!

In an instant, swords were drawn and bows were drawn!

But right at that moment!

Boom—!!!

With a deafening blast, the depths of the Wuhou Shrine exploded!

The entire Jin City shuddered violently with it!

Everyone looked up in shock.

Above the Wuhou Shrine, the sky that had been split into blue‑black halves, facing each other,

at this moment turned into a massive, constantly rotating, flesh‑and‑blood vortex radiating endless malice!

"What the hell?!"

Just a glance made them dizzy, their stomachs churning like raging seas.

Chen Beixuan's face, previously wildly arrogant, subdued a bit, his expression turning solemn.

His hand gripping the Thunder Blade tightened unconsciously.

"That guy..."

"Does he intend to turn our Jin City upside down?!"

…

Inside the Wuhou Shrine.

Su Ming's heart sank to the bottom of a valley, his face a mix of shock and anger.

This is trouble!

It's a big trouble!

Righteous Guan Yu!

Furious Zhang Fei!

Lone Minister Jiang Wei!

Three top combat forces, three ultimate obsessions.

Under the scheming of the Rotting Son, they were forced to complete the fusion in this most tragic, most ironic way!

"Damn! All out!"

He snatched the Han flag planted in the ground, his figure moving at peak speed.

Target: that chaotic flesh sphere undergoing frenzied fusion!

If it can be shattered completely before it solidifies, there will still be a sliver of hope!

Getting close!

Su Ming's Soul Dagger was only an inch away from that chaotic flesh sphere!

However!

At this hair‑trigger moment!

His figure not only didn't pause, but sped up even further!

He slipped right along the edge of that chaotic flesh sphere!

Missed?!

No!

The Soul Dagger in his hand thrust fiercely into the empty shadowed corner!

"Puff—!"

A muffled hum came from that shadow.

Su Ming used the force to step back a few paces, landing steadily.

He lifted his head, the terror and despair on his face vanished, replaced by a wry smile.

"Scum, watching the show from behind for so long, feeling comfortable?"

The shadow twisted violently, and a figure slowly emerged.

It was the Rotting Son!

Its chest was flowing with dark‑gray blood.

"How could you possibly... find me?!"

It hides in the deepest layer of this hell, merged with the very source of Decay of the whole space.

Even if other deities descended, they might not discern its true form at a glance!

This ant, on what grounds?!

"Heh!"

Su Ming laughed, with utter contempt.

Too lazy to explain.

"Then, die!"

The Rotting Son's gaze hardened.

A mere mortal dared to scheme against it, to harm it!

Countless gray chains symbolizing Decay materialized from the void, bearing an aura that erases everything, and lashed fiercely toward Su Ming!

But also at this moment.

Buzz—!!!

Several dazzling starlights from the Han Flag instantly spread!

Just now.

Su Ming stuck this thing beside it!

Heaven covers, Earth bears, Wind rises, Clouds hang, Dragon flies, Tiger wings, Bird soars, Snake coils.

The boundless starry chessboard instantly enveloped it!

"What is this?!"

Rotting Son was terrified beyond measure.

Its words had just ended.

A slightly weary yet strategically composed elderly voice drifted softly from within the Han Flag.

"Rotting thief enters the jar, the net can be drawn."

A faint silhouette of a Feather Fan silk scarf slowly rose from the banner.

Eyes steady, expression calm.

It is indeed the previously feigned‑dissipated Zhuge Kongming!

He had previously dispersed his obsession, his form vanished…

In fact, he only hid within the Han Flag!

He performed it especially for these scum to see!

The Han Spirit has not perished; how could he dare to die first?

"Got you, filthy thing!"

Su Ming felt the terror on that vague face in the formation, his smile growing ever more grim.

He spread his arms and lifted his head.

Facing the chaotic flesh sphere still constantly merging, and also facing the three intertwined millennial obsessions, he spoke loudly.

"Using the Han Flag as a guide!"

"Respectfully invite Cloud Long, Martial Saint!"

"Respectfully invite Yi De, foe of ten thousand!"

"Respectfully invite Bo Yue, Kirin Child!"

Su Ming's voice pierced the heavens, and the demonic markings and dragon wings on his body dissipated inch by inch.

In his eyes, the left eye's azure light surged violently, the right eye's black thunder roiled, and a Kirin pattern appeared on his forehead!

"Three souls as one, return to my body!"

"Today—"

"Eradicate the rotting demon, and continue the Han Spirit!!!"