Chapter 155: Changshan Dragon Gallbladder Blocks the Escape, Soul Dagger Ends the Rotting Soul!

Snort—!!!

It is not the scorching of flesh and blood.

But the ear‑piercing, high‑pitched screech of a Rule melting!

It is the sound of the Divinity Core being ripped out, shattering!

The Rotting Son, whose body is piled from billions of decaying concepts, at the instant the Soul Dagger pierces…

It erupts black smoke like rotting wood doused in concentrated sulfuric acid.

Immediately, the entire torso collapses and melts away!

It has no blood.

Only pure Gray Divinity, wildly dispersing and withering!

"No… impossible!!!"

"I am the end of all things! I am decay itself!"

"You mortal iron… how dare you wound my Divinity?!"

Mortal iron?!

Su Ming clutches its waist tightly, half of its body already eroded by decaying power, flesh torn open to reveal stark white bone, smiling with a hint of joy.

To think it despises the Soul Dagger so much?!

The Soul Dagger is not merely All Laws Unpenetrable!

"Godslayer Pressure": against Myth‑level units, deals 1000% damage!

This jet‑black weapon, named after Soul since its birth.

It was born to exist for the purpose of slaying gods!

"Aaaah—!!!"

The Rotting Son emits a mournful, sharp wail, countless claws formed from decaying Divinity tearing wildly at Su Ming's body that clings to it.

Puff!

Puff!

Su Ming allows the decaying power to seep into his marrow, erasing his vitality.

He still laughs!

Laughing madly, laughing heartily!

"Shatter it!"

The seductive Dragon Lady grips the Soul Dagger with jade hands, suddenly exerting force, clutching the hilt tightly, her wrist spinning wildly!

Crush! Twist! Tear!

The Rotting Son's Divinity threads are twisted and torn apart strand by strand.

The Gray Divinity disperses faster and faster, the sky‑blocking Gray Dead Sea begins to boil and evaporate.

Clack—!

That Withering Divine Sword, which gathered ten thousand ends, shatters into countless fragments, turning into flying ash in the aftershock of Rule collapse!

"Ant! You're courting death!"

The Rotting Son goes completely mad!

Gray Divinity condenses into countless spikes, pointing straight at Su Ming's heart!

"If that's the case, let's both return to decay!"

It intends to self‑detonate!

Dragging this hell, dragging these damned Han remnants, dragging this mortal who dares to slay gods, all to perish together!

"Not good!"

Su Ming's heart races wildly, instinctively wanting to let go.

But the next second, the Chancellor's composed, aged voice rang out again, leisurely.

"A cornered beast still dares to shake the heavens?"

Su Ming's mind steadies instantly, and he regains his senses.

This thing… wants to act it out!

It isn't about self‑detonation?

Clearly it wants to use the chance to escape!

"Playing your father, huh?!"

Su Ming's gaze hardens; not only does he not let go, he even wraps his legs tightly around its waist.

His whole body, like an octopus, clings tightly to its Divinity form.

Even his face is buried in the opponent's dissipating Gray mist!

"Let's see if you can run!"

"Even if you turn to ash today, I'll still rip three layers of your soul!"

Bang—!

Indeed!

The Rotting Son's so‑called self‑detonation lasted only half a second.

Those seemingly terrifying Gray spikes suddenly change direction, becoming a twisted streak of light that tears the weak spot of the hellish space!

It even abandons ninety‑nine percent of its Divinity source, leaving only a filament of core consciousness, fleeing toward the sole breach in the Sky Vault!

As long as the core remains, it can reconvene its Divinity within endless decay and rise again!

"Where are you going!!!"

Su Ming once again merged with the seductive dragon maiden, his dragon wings thunderously unfurled, and he chased after the Gray Light!

Never let go!

The Gray Light is absurdly fast.

In the blink of an eye he surged to the edge of the gap, just one step away from escaping to safety!

Just then—

A cold glint, without any warning, lit up at the gap!

Faster than flowing light!

Swifter than lightning!

Carrying an unstoppable sharpness that pierces through eternity, it burst out from the shattered void!

White robe, silver armor, untouched by dust!

Then…

The spear shoots out like a dragon!

"I am the Constant Mountain Zhao Zilong!"

"This road is blocked!"

Pfft—!!!

The silver spear, responding to the sound, pierced the Gray Light!

"Grass!!!"

The Rotting Son let out a desperate howl, the gray light sphere struggled violently, but was nailed dead in the void by the silver spear.

"You all are fucking old schemers!!!"

"How many backstabs were set up in the end?!"

"God of Trickery, you should just be the ones to count!"

Zhao Yun's hand holding the spear was as steady as Mount Tai, the silver spear twitched slightly, completely sealing the core consciousness of the Gray Light, his voice cold as iron!

"The heroic spirit of the Han, how could it tolerate petty rascals being reckless?!"

At the same time, Su Ming's figure had arrived.

Three-colored Divine Light surrounding his body merged with the eerie purple glow of the charm aura, his hands clenched the Soul Dagger tightly, and he thrust forward!

"This slash, a thousand-year Han spirit debt!"

"With Divine Blood, repay the Shu tragedy!"

From today onward.

Slash the heavenly gods!