Chapter 154: I Lost? This Blade, Guard Against Pride and Impetuosity!

Burn the heavens?!

The Rotting Son's already blurred face twisted violently.

Within the base hue of anger, threads of fear seeped in!

It finally awoke with sudden realization—

It was wrong from the very beginning!

The mistake was underestimating these Han remnants that have been dead for a thousand years…

The mistake was looking down on that Feather Fan and silk kerchief‑wearing Han strategist who calculated the whole world!

"Zhuge Kongming!!!"

In the roar, resentment and murderous intent boiled to the extreme.

It turned into tangible gray ripples, shaking the hellish space until it cracked inch by inch.

It hates!

It hates this group of souls that should have decayed, yet they managed to set up such an earth‑shattering murderous scheme spanning millennia!

It hates that Han strategist, daring to toy with a being like it between the palms of their hands!

"Good, very good!"

The Rotting Son's divine body jolted violently.

Amid the explosion of gray streaks of light, it abruptly abandoned Su Ming before it—

Pull the firewood from under the cauldron!

As long as the root of this arrangement is cut, the Eight Formation Diagram that seals it will collapse on its own!

Its form turned into a twisted gray shadow, bearing the withering aura of billions of worlds, and rushed boldly toward the illusory Zhuge Kongming at a corner of the Eight Formation Diagram!

The starlight of the star maps it brushed turned instantly into decayed ash!

"Scrap! How dare you!"

A shout, even more ferocious than the Rotting Son's, blasted across the sky.

Su Ming's eyes blazed with three-colored light to the limit, and dragon wings thundered open behind him!

The Three-colored Divine Light interwove into a shield; a single step forward caused space to collapse!

At the same time, his right-hand Eight‑foot Snake Spear burst forth like a black raging dragon tearing a hole.

The raging ink thunder tore space, its rear strike arriving first!

The spear tip pointed straight at the divine node in the Rotting Son's rear heart—

That was the Eye of Truth, locking onto the flaw a thousand times!

"Get out of the way!"

The Rotting Son didn't look back, and grasped with the opposite hand.

The withering Divinity coalesced into a bone blade covered in corpse markings, precisely blocking the spear tip!

Clang—!!!

The brutal thunder clashed wildly with the Decay Divinity, the exploding energy ripples forming a ringed storm that flipped the hellish ground several meters!

"Damn!"

Su Ming was shaken, his qi and blood surging, his throat tasting sweet and rancid.

Yet, harnessing the rebound force, he surged forward, his left-hand Azure Dragon Crescent Blade dragging a blue ribbon, forcefully slashing across the Rotting Son's inevitable path!

Where the blade touched, even the withering Rule was temporarily severed!

At the same time, the Green Sinking Spear hanging behind him unsheathed itself.

The spear tip's lingering gray solitary will resonated with the Eight Formation Diagram's starlight, instantly weaving an illusory Eight Formation Diagram – Bird Soaring!

Spears shadows filled the sky, enveloping the Rotting Son from all directions—

It wasn't a direct assault, but a blockade!

Three divine weapons, three wills, coordinated flawlessly, forcibly halted the Rotting Son's slashing momentum midway!

"Petty tricks, yet you dare to be reckless!"

The Rotting Son erupted in full fury, its surrounding Gray Divinity rippling violently.

"Stop it, you bastard!"

Su Ming roared, crushing the void, his Azure Dragon Crescent Blade opening and closing wildly!

The Eight‑foot Snake Spear lunged like a venomous snake spitting its fang, targeting the weak spots of Divinity!

The Green Sinking Spear continuously shifted its Eight Formation forms, sometimes becoming Tiger Wing to trap the enemy, other times turning into Dragon Flight for a sudden strike!

Combat power was pushed to the limit!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Streaks of light and Divinity collided thousands of times, erupting destructive energy!

The Rotting Son's form was forcibly pushed back several steps, the Gray Dead Sea roiling endlessly…

Yet it could never break through Su Ming's interception!

"Dammit!"

Su Ming muttered a curse.

His pressure was also soaring!

Each swing of the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade's blue edge...

would be eroded by three points by the Rotting Son's surrounding withering Rule, and rust gradually appeared on the blade!

Each time the eighteen-foot snake spear's black thunder erupts.

It becomes enveloped and devoured by the viscous Rotting power, and the thunder grows weaker!

The Eight Formation Diagram beneath the green‑sinking spear cloth is even worse!

As soon as it forms, it is corroded by the Gray Dead Sea into a thousand holes, and the starlight on the formation pattern vanishes in an instant!

After all…

It's borrowed power!

Whether it's the millennial obsessions of the three heroic souls, or the devout will of the ten‑thousand citizens of Jin City…

In the end, they are rootless duckweed, diminishing the more they are used!

And the Rotting Son itself is the embodiment of the Withering Rule!

Their power is boundless!

As long as the Rule does not perish, they do not die!

Clang—!

Another hard clash!

Su Ming is shaken and flung backward, a strand of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The light shield on his body, condensed from the citizens' will, flickers violently, its brightness wavering…

He is already on the brink of collapse!

"Did you see, mortal."

The Rotting Son hovers in midair, Gray Divinity surging, its voice full of mockery.

"Everything you borrowed—heroic souls' obsessions, mortal will—will ultimately return to void."

"And I am the void itself!"

"You have been defeated!"

They raise the Withering Divine Sword high, enveloping the deathly silence of countless cosmic ends.

Swoosh—!

Where the blade's light reaches, stars age rapidly and extinguish!

They intend to drag Su Ming's existence, the three heroic souls' obsessions, even this infernal space, entirely into the end!

"Heh!"

However, faced with this fatal blow, Su Ming laughed.

In the Smile Mask there was no fear…

Only resolve remains!

He did not retreat; instead, he met the descending divine sword head‑on, boldly charging into it!

"Madman!"

The Rotting Son did not anticipate his actions at all, yet found it merely laughable.

Before the absolute power of the Rule, any self‑destructive crooked path is futile!

It can only move itself, then!

The divine sword falls; Su Ming blocks with three intersecting divine weapons, yet is instantly crushed inch by inch, the weapons' radiance dimming to the extreme!

Pfft!

The blade's momentum remains, and Su Ming's flesh on his chest is instantly torn by the blade's aura, blood gushing like a waterfall, bones shattering.

Yet he uses this impact to forcefully press close to the Rotting Son.

His arms clutch the Rotting Son's divine body tightly, locking himself and them together!

"Looking for death!"

The Rotting Son, enraged beyond control, wildly swings its soul‑corroding claws, tearing Su Ming's flesh, and its rotting poison spear pierces his shoulder!

Each attack robs his vitality!

His skin ages and withers at a visible speed again, his hair turns completely gray!

Even his blood begins to become viscous and Rotting!

But…

Su Ming remains unmoved.

Letting blood gush, letting life wither, the Smile Mask on his face grows ever brighter!

And then, at that moment.

Behind the Rotting Son, the space quietly ripples with an eerie, enchanting hue!

Their Withering Rule, against this abyss‑born eerie energy, momentarily fails!

A figure, lithe and bewitching, with a sinister aura, emerges from the ripple.

It is the Mei Ge Long Niang who had separated from Su Ming!

She is surrounded by pale‑purple alluring energy, and her claws flash with anti‑evil cold light.

And in her hand…

It is that entirely jet‑black, unremarkable, yet All Laws Unpenetrable Soul Dagger!

"Did I lose?"

Su Ming is drenched in blood, half of his body already corroded by Rotting power into an unrecognizable shape.

Yet he, facing the Rotting Son's blurred visage just inches away, his hoarse voice carries a hint of mockery.

The Rotting Son's heart suddenly races, a strong sense of crisis sweeping its whole body in an instant.

But at this moment, they are tightly held by Su Ming.

The Divinity body is temporarily shackled by the opponent's dwindling wish‑power, and it cannot break free at all!

Too late!

"All heroes under heaven are like carp crossing a river."

Su Ming's words had not yet finished when the Enchanting Desire Dragon Lady was already perched on his back.

The black light of the Soul Dagger in his hand flared, precisely stabbing into the Divinity core that the Eye of Truth had pierced thousands of times!

This is the source of the Rule, his fatal weak point!

Puff—!

The Soul Dagger sank in response!

There was no earth‑shaking roar, only a faint sizzle!

The Soul Dagger's sound was faint…

It is wildly erasing and devouring the Divinity origin of the Rotting Son!

On Su Ming's aged face, bloodstains mingled with a grin, his madness reaching its peak.

"This slash..."

"Guard against pride and restlessness!"