Chapter 156: Soul Dagger

Snort—!!!

The tip of the Soul Dagger pierced the last strand of Gray Divinity with precision.

There was no explosion.

There was no storm.

Only consumption.

The jet‑black blade suddenly swelled threefold, its surface enwrapped with red, blue, and black energy patterns…

The three heroic souls' Loyalty, Rage, and Lone Valor all turned into the Soul Dagger's fangs!

Jet‑black demonic aura surged wildly from the blade, forming a vortex that tore the void and forcibly dragged every stray strand of Gray Divinity back!

Even the final echo of the Rotting Son was tightly locked within the blade.

The blade quivered, buzzing repeatedly, faintly mingling with the three heroic souls' low roars.

They aided Su Ming, the junior, in jointly judging the end of this Divine Beast!

"No…"

The Gray Divinity was filled with poisonous resentment, bearing utter hopelessness.

"I am the end of all things! I am the ultimate principle of the universe! You thieving ant that steals the power of lingering souls, how dare you…"

"Ant?!"

Su Ming spoke up, interrupting, his half‑cheek a blur of flesh and blood, his gaze terrifyingly cold.

"Killing you is enough!"

He pressed the hilt of the Soul Dagger and thrust inward forcefully once more.

"Do you think… destroying me ends it?"

"The Rule of the End will not cease!"

"When you destroy the warm bed, you become the new warm bed…"

"When you gaze into the abyss, you… are also the abyss…"

"Ha ha… ha ha ha!"

The mad laughter abruptly stopped.

The Gray Divinity disintegrated inch by inch, turning into a sky of ash, all of which the Soul Dagger devoured.

Buzz—!

The colossal source of life surged back up the hilt, making Su Ming shudder all over.

Soul Breath Nourishment: after slaying a target, it draws the target's life source to restore the holder's combat power, enabling sustained killing!

Weakness and excruciating pain were instantly washed clean by this warm current.

The fractured bones crackled and explosively rejoined.

Skin eroded by the Withering Rule, shriveled and dry, the white hair at the temples…

All of them suddenly revived with vitality and luster.

In just a few seconds, they recovered to roughly seventy‑plus percent.

Sustaining war with war, ending killing with killing—nothing surpasses this!

"Huh!"

Su Ming slowly exhaled a puff of foul air and grinned.

The stifling fire in his chest finally dispersed.

And won!

He lifted his head and looked ahead.

Zhao Yun, clad in white robes and silver armor, stood holding a spear; the bright silver tip's cold gleam faded, his clear eyes fell on Su Ming, and he gave a slight nod.

"You… are full of guts!"

"Zi Long approves!"

The starlight of the Eight Formation Diagram slowly faded.

The phantom of the Feather Fan and silk scarf grew dimmer.

He first looked at Su Ming, his eyes bearing the satisfaction of "My path is not solitary."

Then, from afar, he gazed toward Jin City.

There…

Ten thousand households' lights flickered.

It is the rivers and mountains he has protected all his life!

"Han Spirit never dies, Firewood passes on…"

"Liang, go!"

A light sigh, as light as the wind.

A millennium‑long obsession turned into specks of starlight, scattering with the wind.

Guan Yu in a tattered blue robe lifted his hand to stroke his splendid beard.

His cinnabar phoenix eyes half‑closed, the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade trembled lightly in his palm, as if resonating.

He said nothing, but slowly raised his hand toward Su Ming's direction.

That was the Saint of War's entrustment to the heir.

It is the expectation for those who inherit his Loyalty!

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Fei, with a leopard‑head and ringed eyes, suddenly burst into a wide grin, and his Eight‑foot Snake Spear struck hard with a thud.

What a lunatic who dares to chop monsters! I, Lao Zhang, recognize you, junior!

Next time I'll find you for a drink!

Jiang Wei, clad in tattered armor, had no sorrow left in his eyes.

He faced Su Ming and performed a solemn military salute.

The Han dynasty's reign is unending; Bo Yue holds no regrets.

No need for more words!

No need to hold back!

This is Ji Han, the ultimate romance among men!

This junior who carries the Han flag can walk the unfinished road for them!

The phantom shadows of heroic souls successively turned into specks of stars, scattering into every inch of the courtyard.

When the wind passes, the flag flutters with a rustling sound.

As if responding to those millennial entrustments.

The courtyard returned to dead silence.

Only Su Ming remained standing alone.

And…

That Han Soul Unquiet Flag!

…

Above Jin City.

The massive Light Curtain that enveloped the whole city suddenly froze at the instant the Rotting Son was devoured.

Then, it exploded with a roar!

Hundreds of millions of golden specks rained down.

Falling onto the streets, onto windowsills, onto the palms of every Jin City resident…

After more than ten seconds of dead silence, cheers erupted like landslides and tsunamis.

"We won! We won!"

"The heroic souls of the Han family… truly protected us!"

"Jade may shatter but its whiteness cannot be altered; bamboo may burn but its nodes cannot be destroyed!"

"Better to die in battle and lose the state than to hand over the realm!"

"Steely men, unattainable as dust!"

Countless people wept with joy, embracing each other in celebration.

The little girl with twin braids who had been hiding in her mother's arms watched the golden specks in her palm.

In her eyes, there was only hope.

Entrance to Ancient Street.

Chen Beixuan held a cigarette between his lips, his hand gripping a broadsword tightly.

"Lunatic… truly a reckless lunatic!"

Every step this man takes walks on the tip of a blade!

Using his own life to lever an impossible outcome!

He, Chen Beixuan, considers himself domineering all his life.

Compared with this man, he feels like a good baby.

"From now on, I have to be even more reckless!"

West District teahouse.

The old man directly crushed the shelled walnut.

He stared intently at the sky, now back to normal, with no trace of mockery left in his eyes.

"What a scheme, a millennial killing plot that can even deceive the gods!"

"What a person, daring to risk his life to murder a god on stage!"

Under the South District archway.

The Tang‑dressed steward's face turned pale, his legs went weak, nearly collapsing.

"Gambler" sir…

has actually stood opposite such a being…

He feels that the Golden House…

is about to change hands?!

Dragon Nation Forum.

A pinned post, its view count soaring wildly!

"It's him!!!"

In the post, an image was magnified infinitely.

It was a dagger.

The blade's color, pattern, the hilt's curve…

Exactly matched the black short dagger that Jing held on the final stage of the Mid‑Autumn celebration!

"Whoa! Exactly the same! This is Jing's dagger!"

"So that man who fused three generals' heroic souls and fought the monster in Wuhou Shrine just now… was Jing?!"

"Impossible! Isn't he already fallen? And this isn't Jiangzhou!"

Is this damn thing called "Fall"? Does your face hurt?!

Even the Chancellor is helping him! Mutual rush!

Is it possible that 【Jing】 is dead, and this is just the same weapon, or his weapon was taken by someone else?!

Stop guessing, from today onward I am a follower of the 【Jing】 God!

The whole internet exploded.

If the "Han Spirit Manifestation" is just a faith carnival belonging to Jincheng, even to Long Nation.

Then at this moment…

The news that the hero is 【Jing】…

The world trembles!

The one who was once lamented by countless people, or applauded…

The man deemed by countless people as a regret, a threat…

In an unimaginable way…

Once again, they reign over the world!