Chapter 176: Your King, Warm‑up with the Gods!

Dead silence!

Absolute dead silence!

Meng Die and the others covered their lips, daring not to make a sound.

They stared wide‑eyed at the multicolored, terrifyingly oppressive long sword and, without any hesitation, drove it straight through Jing Zhe's chest!

Jing Zhe's flowing blood, like a fully bloomed Qiang Wei Squad…

Reflected their squad's name!

King… killed Jing Zhe?!

The absurd thought lingered in every girl's mind.

But…

Why?!

Then are they…

Also going to be killed by the King?!

By the second‑floor railing, Pang Tong and the three also showed dramatically changed expressions.

Even Jiang Wan forgot to feel sorry for that expensive floor.

Lord… is this a slip‑up?!

However.

As the instigator, Su Ming showed no hint of surprise or regret on his face.

He still wore that calm‑to‑cold demeanor.

In his deep eyes, there was only absolute rationality!

Because he knows very well…

The Pinxi Xi Battle Blade has the most buggy characteristic!

One slash never disappoints; it looks full of promise!

But the final slash can never be landed! It can't kill!

What he wants is to force Jing Zhe into a dead end.

See if the ninth‑ranked Divine Warrior sequence will be reactivated by this lethal threat and ascend another level!

Live toward death!

Only after dying can one truly live!

Plop—

At the same time, Jing Zhe's body seemed unable to hold on any longer, his eyes dimming rapidly.

His consciousness was gradually returning to dead silence.

This slash of his seemed to yield no unexpected gain!

"Did I overthink it?"

Su Ming felt a doubt in his heart, a bit disappointed.

But suddenly, he was startled, his pupils contracting.

In Jing Zhe's eyes, whose consciousness was about to dissipate…

…reflected an endless starry sky!

Buzz—!

The world stopped.

Not slowed, but…

Time completely froze!

Sound vanished.

Light solidified.

Dust suspended in the air, the terrified expressions on the girls' faces, the three watching from above…

Everything seemed frozen into a three‑dimensional painting.

All sounds fell silent, Rule collapsed.

This space seemed ripped straight out of the real world!

Only Su Ming could still move.

He clearly felt a force that surpasses all worldly Rules, locking onto him tightly!

"Finally... did it appear?"

Su Ming felt a little flustered.

But more than that, it was fervor!

He saw.

A phantom emerged from Jing Zhe's body!

The phantom's face was indistinct, clad in primitive battle armor, wielding a long spear.

This spear...

Compared to Jing Zhe's, this spear is countless times stronger!

Su Ming's Eye of Truth activated at high speed.

However...

It failed!

It is not a physical entity; there was not even a chance to read it.

It's like a personification of the concept of battle!

Is this the Divine Warrior?!

Its gaze fell upon Su Ming.

No emotion, no murderous intent, only scrutiny.

Like a deity, it looked down upon an ant that dared to defy Heaven's might.

The next second.

The Divine Warrior's phantom extended two fingers, pinching the Pinxi Xi Battle Blade still lodged inside Jingzhe.

With a gentle pull.

"Clang—"

This multicolored Epic-level battle blade was tossed onto the ground by it as casually as throwing away trash.

Su Ming watched silently, flipped his left hand, drew out the black Han Soul Unquiet Flag, and slammed it heavily onto the ground!

Thud!

The great flag hit the ground, and the domain expanded centered on the banner.

Immediately after, Su Ming probed with his right hand.

The Soul Dagger that had devoured Divinity and borne the wills of three heroic spirits silently slipped into his palm.

The Divine Warrior's gaze seemed to linger on the Soul Dagger for a moment.

Then, it moved!

No omen, no opening move.

That ancient, simple long spear vanished instantly from its spot.

Su Ming's alarm rang loudly; without a second thought, he reversed the Soul Dagger, and black qi swirled!

Clang—!!!

A deafening blast!

The spear tip collided with the dagger.

"Damn!"

Su Ming was blasted backward, his whole body hurled, and his feet gouged two trenches into the ground.

Just a block, and his arm was already straining to split inch by inch!

So strong!

"This damn..."

Su Ming didn't have time to be shocked.

Because the second spear had already arrived!

Fast to the extreme!

Even his Eye of Truth could only catch a sliver of lingering light!

"Roar!"

Su Ming's eyes glowed crimson, not retreating but advancing.

Although the Soul Dagger hasn't ascended again, it now incorporates Guan Yu's Righteousness, Zhang Fei's Fury, and Zhao Yun's Boldness!

He is qualified to clash with these deities!

However!

Before that pure-to-the-extreme martial...

Righteousness was pierced!

Fury was crushed!

Boldness was also shattered!

Pfft!

The spear tip brushed Su Ming's side, a bloodied wound appeared!

The excruciating pain surged, only fueling Su Ming's ferocity!

"Again!"

He advanced with the long spear, the Soul Dagger thrust straight into the Divine Warrior's heart.

He intended to trade injury for injury!

Using the Soul Dagger's property, he aimed to gnaw off a piece of this deity's flesh!

A few seconds passed.

Su Ming pushed his lifelong learning to the limit.

Each slash was cunning and ruthless, striking directly at vital points.

But the Divine Warrior's spear was the Heaven Rift.

Offensive onslaught, ferocious?

A joke!

It can always resolve each one in the simplest, most direct, most effective way.

Blocking, thrusting, sweeping, pinpoint killing...

A textbook‑perfect answer!

It dwarfs the gap between Su Ming and Jingzhe by countless multiples!

Before this Divine Warrior, he is like a three‑year‑old playing with a wooden stick.

Pathetic!

How pathetic!

Pfft—!

The spear light flashed, and Su Ming's left shoulder was instantly pierced!

【Divine Warrior】 shook his wrist, and the long spear swept horizontally!

Bang!

Su Ming's whole body was flung out, and he slammed into the wall again.

The wall caved in a human-shaped depression, and the sound of breaking bones was clearly audible.

Cough cough...

Too damn embarrassing!

Su Ming coughed up a mouthful of blood foam, yet his face was filled with exhilaration.

Exhilarating!

This is what a fight should be!

So that's how it is...

True power is like this...

Su Ming propped himself up on his knees, his whole body drenched in blood, and slowly rose to his feet.

He gazed at the silent phantom standing in the middle of the arena, without saying another word.

He also did not continue attacking.

He simply slowly raised the spear in his hand.

The spear tip pointed far away at Su Ming's brow.

【You've finally experienced this feeling!】

His thoughts rang directly in Su Ming's mind.

Hah!

Su Ming smiled, without saying more.

He knew the other side wasn't really trying to kill him.

From start to finish, it was just a warm‑up with him.

It was also telling him, just now what he did to Jingzhe.

Karma cycles, retribution never fails.

Who moves against him?

Then I'll knock you around!

Su Ming put away the Soul Dagger, and calmly faced the peerless spear tip.

Well...

But he hadn't finished speaking.

That thought rang out again.

【Now you...】

【Truly weak!】

【This spear, help me give it to her at the right time!】

The words fell.

【Divine Warrior】's phantom actually turned into specks of flowing light, re‑merging into Jingzhe's body.

Crack—!

Time, resumed its flow.

Wang—!

【Mengdie】 and the others screamed shrilly, cold air surging upward.

They all saw...

Wang was covered in blood, leaning against the wall in a sorry state, a chunk of his chest caved in, his breath feeble.

Meanwhile, opposite him...

【Jingzhe】 still knelt in the pool of blood, that terrifying wound on his chest still clearly visible.

Scalp went numb!

What on earth happened?

Just now, wasn't it Wang who stabbed Jingzhe through with a single blow?!

How come now...

Wang himself was stuck there like a torn sack?!

Memory...

Has it been severed?!