Chapter 150: Chancellor's Net

Boom!!!

Three souls converge into one!

In an instant, Su Ming's soul was violently torn apart by three completely different torrents of will!

Pain!

Excruciating pain deep in the marrow!

Left arm, a proud azure will pierced through.

【Righteousness】 Qi became the edge of the Azure Dragon Crescent Moon Blade, scraping his bones inch by inch.

This is the judgment and aloofness of the Martial Saint!

Right leg, a black, raging thunder seized it.

【Rage】 will, like ten thousand armies retreating at Dangyang Bridge, wildly washes his meridians.

It is the bravery and ferocity of a foe of ten thousand!

Chest, that 【Lone】 resolve that has shouldered nine assaults on Central Plains, draining the last drop of his heart's blood.

Like a rekindled ember, it scorches his heart.

Any one of these three forces alone would be enough to shatter a divine soul.

But Su Ming's body, forged by countless Source Blood refinements.

It is like a Sea‑Stabilizing Needle that pierces heaven and earth, forcibly suppressing and merging these three torrents capable of overturning the universe!

"Having a deity possess me feels great for a moment, but the crematorium afterward…"

It's a bit deadly!

Su Ming's facial muscles twitched, and he couldn't help to complain.

He is no longer himself!

Or rather, at this moment…

He is Su Ming.

And also the ultimate unresolved grievance of Shu Han!

He lifts his head.

A pair of pupils fused with azure, black, and gray, pierce through layers of star maps.

They lock onto the central of the formation diagram, that vague twisted figure!

"Kill!"

A single word releases the lingering resentment, fury, and sorrow of three heroic souls tangled for a thousand years!

"Seeking death!"

【Rotting Son】's Divinity was utterly enraged by the ants' will.

A few stray souls, a mortal, actually dares to roar before Him, even displaying murderous intent?!

His thoughts flickered.

The very source of Decay in the entire hell transformed into countless gray chains.

To pierce all these over‑confident challengers and crush them completely!

However.

The chains, just as they emerged from the void, suddenly stiffened.

They could not move!

His Decay Divinity, capable of contaminating an entire plane…

Was nonetheless tightly clamped by the seemingly illusory star chessboard beneath his feet, severing its connection to this world.

Even mustering a single strand of power becomes unbearably sluggish!

"How is that possible?!"

【Rotting Son】 fell into utter terror.

It's only a human‑made formation laid by a stray soul; how could it possibly lock His Divinity's source?!

"Hm?!"

At that moment, He saw an even stranger scene.

In the distance, the phantom of a Feather Fan and silk scarf extended countless brilliant star‑light threads from its body.

One end, connected to the meatball that should have been offered to Him, formed by the fusion of three heroic souls' wills.

The other end, however, locked tightly onto Su Ming!

This force is neither attack nor suppression.

But… resonance and attraction!

"What's happening?!"

【Rotting Son】's consciousness was confused, vaguely sensing something amiss.

His connection with that meatball was cut!

He could not comprehend further.

What are these long‑gone Han souls scheming?!

But the next second—

His gaze inadvertently caught a dark‑red stain on Su Ming's chest.

It was not Su Ming's blood!

It carried a faint, elusive Decay Aura, yet sharing the same source as Him!

It was the blood Jiang Wei spat out in fury after being called a treacherous thief!

Boom—!

A Jinglei raked through, brazenly splitting the Rotting Son's Divinity consciousness, and his back grew cold.

It understood!

From start to finish!

This is a scheme!

A earth‑shattering deadly plot that was already set in motion from the moment Su Ming stepped into the Wuhou Shrine!

Jiang Wei's blood is not the heart's blood of a collapsing obsession!

It is a beacon for establishing a connection!

It is to let the three raging heroic soul wills perfectly descend onto Su Ming, this variable, as a catalyst!

These lunatics!

They have been performing for it from the very beginning!

Since then, they have been the fish on the hook, the turtle in the jar!

…

"Huh!"

Su Ming spat out a puff of foul breath, feeling the three forces within that could destroy heaven and earth, his emotions roiling inside.

Damn it, almost believed even himself!

At the start, the Chancellor never told him the whole plan!

When he saw Generals Guan Yu and Zhang Fei slaughtering each other…

Seeing Jiang Wei's mad look, willing to ally with demons to revive the Han Spirit…

He truly became angry, and truly believed!

Until…

Jiang Wei activated the Pseudo Eight Formation Diagram, trapping him inside.

In that isolated space cut off from the Rotting Son's prying, he heard the Chancellor's instructions.

And Jiang Wei's hoarse yet resolute voice!

"I, Bo Yue, unworthy, am willing to use my crippled body as bait, to exchange for a sliver of life for the Han Spirit!"

At that moment, Su Ming finally understood.

All the brotherly slaughter, the bearing of infamy, the scheming with tigers…

It's all damn script!

And it's a top‑tier script that even the Oscars would hand over the little golden statue for overnight!

Generals Guan Yu and Zhang Fei fought so brutally, so vengeful, each move lethal…

Because they believed!

They believed the Chancellor's scheme!

They believed this close friend who once fought alongside them could, for the Han court and for them, find a breaker capable of overturning the board!

They willingly entered the game, voluntarily gave up resistance, and fell into the demonic path!

Only to make this grand play realistic enough!

As for Jiang Wei…

This last lone minister of Shu Han truly embodied the title 'Shadow Emperor' to the extreme!

Cooperating with the Rotting Son, digging the tomb of the soaked robe, selecting fratricidal murder, bearing a millennia‑old infamy…

Everything he did was to make this play sufficiently real, sufficiently tragic!

There is only one purpose—

Lure the snake out of its den!

By using his own inability to resist, he lures the Rotting Son, this venomous snake coveting the Han heroic souls, to emerge from behind the scenes!

Together with Guan Yu's and Zhang Fei's heroic souls as sacrifices, forcing the Rotting Son to catalyze fusion, fully entering the game!

Then, the Chancellor casts the net!

Using the Eight Formation Diagram to lock its Divinity source, cutting off all retreat routes!

Finally!

By Su Ming, this chosen one bearing the Decay Mark, who can most compatibly wield Decay power while bearing the three‑soul will…

to deliver the earth‑shaking final strike!

"Good fellows, these old six…"

Su Ming drew a cold breath in his chest.

What is top‑level tugging?

This is top‑level tugging!

Terribly bad!

Directly burned him and the Rotting Son's CPU!

"Jiang Wei, Jiang Wei…"

Back then, Deng Ai slipped through Yinping, and Shu Han fell into decline.

This Tian Shui Kirin youth pretended to submit to Wei, joining Zhong Hui's forces.

But secretly contacted his old troops, scheming to restore the state amid the chaos.

He endured the world's infamy, hid a heart full of loyal souls, advanced step by step, just one step away from overturning the Sima clan's rule!

Facing death, looking toward the Shu direction, he left only a mournful sigh.

"My scheme failed; it is the Mandate of Heaven!"

Now, history is astonishingly similar!

He once again chose a feigned cooperation!

Once again he bears the epithet 【Destroyer of Han Traitor Thief】!

Once again he uses his own broken body as bait!

But this time…

His Mandate of Heaven…

It is Su Ming!

"Today… I will defy Heaven and alter fate for you; I will leave no regrets!"

Su Ming laughed with an eerie, exhilarating grin, staring intently at 【Rotting Son】.

"Ragged!"

The Soul Dagger was thrust back into his waist; his left hand suddenly thrust upward, and a blue light flashed!

A majestic, weighty Azure Dragon Crescent Moon Blade, resonating with draconic roars, boldly fell into his palm!

His right hand stretched toward the ground, and dark thunder surged!

An eight‑foot Snake Spear, its murderous aura soaring skyward and tearing space, he held it tightly!

Behind!

That rust‑stained, green‑hued spear automatically rose, hovering behind him.

The spear tip pointed toward the heavens, its murderous intent chilling!

Three divine weapons surrounded his body!

"How dare you direct your scheme onto the head of my Han heroic soul?!"

"Then you better awaken yourself!"

"What a damn divine beast!"

"What a Rotting Son!"

He stepped forward, and the entire star‑array roared!

His eyes, woven of three colors, held the millennial hopes of those old men, reflecting the twisted face of 【Rotting Son】.

"Today, I will wield the Han heroic soul as a blade; you ragged one, meet your death!"