Chapter 152: The Whole City Kneels! With My Mortal Body, I Judge the Gods!

On the forum.

Jincheng!

Wuhou Shrine!

Han Family Scenery!

Countless posts trended!

In just a moment, it attracted the world's attention!

Dragon Nation…

Stirring up a big commotion again!

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"This damn…"

In the corner, Chen Beixuan stared dead at the sky, the cigarette tip burned his lip, yet he didn't notice.

He finally felt it firsthand.

The line above, "Do not oppose the Pure."

What a heavy warning it truly is!

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"Three souls merge into one war‑god‑demon, one scheme succeeds, counting the rotten thief…"

At the West District Tea House, an elderly man rolling walnuts looked at the sky and hummed lazily.

The malice that dwelled in his eyes was replaced by pure shock and fear.

"This play… is being sung a bit too much…"

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Inside Hell.

Su Ming fought to the climax, his frenzy fully revealed!

This Rotting Son seemed weaker than imagined!

No!

Not weak!

It is restraining, fearing something!

"Puff!"

The eighteen-foot snake spear pierced its body once more.

"Ant! How dare you… repeatedly damage my source!"

"Fine! Even if you break that Rule, today you must return to Decay!"

The Rotting Son's roar warped space, deciding to break the Rule!

The aggregated body exploded again.

Endless gray asphalt instantly flooded the entire Hell.

Within the asphalt, billions of pale swollen corpse hands burst out, reaching from every corner of the world toward Su Ming!

"The borrowed soul will eventually return to silence!"

Its words are the most vicious truth in this world!

However—

Boom!!!

Three‑colored Radiance rose from the Gray Dead Sea, tearing everything!

Blue, black and gray interwoven divine light burned billions of corpse hands into ash!

Su Ming hovered in the air, surrounded by three ancient weapons.

"Return to silence?"

The curve of his mouth was cold and arrogant.

"What Rule, what pact?"

"Coward, trash!"

"Hmph!"

The Rotting Son's cold hum echoed through heaven and earth, its will causing the Dead Sea to surge again.

A thousand‑zhang‑tall Rotting Soul Giant Beast burst out of the sea!

Lion body, scorpion tail, countless wailing heads sprouted on its back.

Rotten stench saliva dripped, the ground corroded into a bottomless abyss!

Swoosh—!

The scorpion tail swung, countless poison needles forged from Decay's source sealed all of Su Ming's evasion routes!

Where it passed, space dissolved!

Su Ming's gaze was indifferent as he swung his left-hand Azure Dragon Crescent Moon Blade!

"Spring‑Autumn·Duan Yue!"

The green blade light turned into a ten‑thousand‑zhang Light Curtain, brutally cutting countless tail tips in half!

The severed tail tips turned into billions of rotten snakes, snapping again!

"Seeking death!"

Su Ming's right-hand eighteen-foot snake spear swept horizontally with sudden force!

"Dangyang·Rift Sky!"

A thunderous shout!

Ink‑colored thunder transforms into a roaring black tiger, tearing all the rotting snakes to pieces!

Without waiting for the beast to catch its breath, the solitary, proud green‑dark spear behind Su Ming unsheathed itself!

"Heaven Water·Soul Lock!"

The spear tip spirals around an ashen‑gray obsession, drawing eight formation patterns in the air.

【Eight Formation Diagram·Snake Coiling】!

The spear formation suddenly tightens, turning into a strangling net!

Roar!

The beast's lion body collapses with a booming crack in its roar!

But that dead sea remains!

"Ants!"

"Today I'll let you see the true meaning of all things returning to silence!"

The voice of the Rotting Son echoed in all directions.

Endless gray sludge finally coalesced into a Withering Divine Sword that spanned heaven and earth!

Su Ming pushed the Eye of Truth to its limit, his expression grim.

He saw far too many things from the blade!

The lament of the cultivation civilization's spirit Qi drying up!

The deathly silence of technology's universe as its stars go out!

The rotting remains of the divine and demonic battlefield deities!

Indeed…

This so‑called altar era…

Its influence has already spread across the heavens!

"Get… on your knees!"

The Withering Divine Sword rained down fiercely!

Before the blade even arrived, the Rule around Su Ming had already begun to reverse!

"What?!"

Su Ming was horrified.

The vibrant star map turned into Decay dust.

The palm he extended suddenly bore age spots!

The black hair at his temples turned gray and withered at a visibly rapid pace!

The Rotting Son's Rule is forcibly pushing him and these three heroic souls into the ending called Withering ahead of schedule!

Jin City.

Time seemed to stand still.

The little girl with goat‑horn braids hid in her mother's arms, her face full of terror and confusion.

"Mom, that hero who fought the monster…"

"He… how did he become old?"

The surrounding silent crowd felt a sudden shock in their hearts at the words.

Indeed.

That majestic, god‑like silhouette, that youthful visage, was being … in a horrifyingly striking way…

Decay!

He wielded the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade and the eighteen-foot snake spear; every move radiated divine might.

He fiercely clashed with that monster that drives people mad with a single glance, forcing it to retreat step by step!

But the price…

Is his life! Is his future!

In the crowd, an old man leaning on a cane had turbid eyes, hot tears streaming.

"If that monster… if that monster truly descends… my Jin City's millions of citizens…"

He dared not think, nor wished to think.

The heroic souls of the Han family, fighting to death to protect these unfilial descendants!

Burning away their own lifespan for the entire city!

The old man trembled, letting go of his cane.

Amid countless stunned gazes, he knelt heavily!

"Ancestor… above!"

He wept uncontrollably while bowing heavily toward the aging figure in the sky.

"Protect my Jin City!"

That kneel was like a massive stone thrown into a still lake.

"It's… it's the heroic souls protecting us!"

"It's that hero… dying for us!"

Thump!

Thump! Thump! Thump!

On the street, in the mall, by the office building windows.

Thousands upon thousands of people knelt down of their own accord.

In their eyes, fear faded away.

Only the most primal, scorching devotion remained!

This is their city!

This is Brocade City!

It is the last capital of Shu Han!

"If the world is at peace, we are willing to fish, chop wood, farm, study, and wander the jianghu."

"If the prosperous age is about to collapse, with the abyss at our side, we shall go to death a thousand times."

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