Chapter 257: The so‑called rules are meant to be crushed!

The bluish‑gray mist surged like a tide, like an overturned cauldron, sealing the already gloomy street tightly.

Dozens of ghost samurai clad in broken armor stomped their feet, crushing the cobblestones.

The murderous aura merged into one mass, enveloping the man and woman at the center of the long street.

This is a killing scheme.

It is also the confidence that Golden Tooth General has wielded in the Huangquan Night Market for years, with no one daring to defy him—

The Hundred Ghost Iron Wall Formation!

Yet Su Ming, surrounded in the middle, showed not a single extra expression.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze passing over the row of snarling ghost silhouettes.

It landed on the peripheral group of nosy, neck‑stretched onlookers scrambling for scraps.

"Three seconds, you all."

"Get away."

"If the blood splatters too far later and hits someone by mistake… I won't care."

Before the words finished, Magu beside him moved.

"Bang!"

A jet‑black folding fan was flung open, covering the lower half of her gorgeous face.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed, and Decay aura turned into black ripples that spread instantly.

"Can't you understand the King's words?"

Magu's coquettish voice carried a bone‑gnawing chill.

"If you want to feast on gossip, stake your life on it… that would be impolite."

"Whoosh—!"

The ghost crowd, previously watching the spectacle, suddenly blew apart.

No one expected that the surrounded pair would not beg for mercy, but instead clear the field first!

Who the hell is surrounding whom?!

Is this right?!

But ghosts also fear trouble!

In the blink of an eye, a huge vacuum zone opened around them, leaving not even a single fly.

In the battlefield's center, Golden Tooth General's complexion grew so grim it seemed about to ooze black water.

His murky yellow eyes stared fixedly at the half‑broken rusted iron bar at Su Ming's feet, feeling an inexplicable shiver.

The dozens of physical tests just now looked comical.

But only it truly knows the recoil force each impact delivered.

This human kid's strength…

…is absurdly huge!

Is this a damn humanoid T‑rex?

"Stop playing cat‑and‑mouse…"

Golden Tooth General's eyelids twitched wildly as he silently made a fierce gesture to his subordinates.

"Leave nothing, no whole corpse! Chop him into mush for me!"

It flinched.

Instinct told it this human is ominous; sooner or later something will go wrong!

"Roar—!!!"

Dozens of ghost samurai roared in unison, black murderous aura shooting straight to the heavens.

"Boom!"

The ground suddenly collapsed into a huge pit.

But Su Ming performed a scene that made hundreds of millions of viewers worldwide drop their jaws.

He neither retreated nor defended, nor produced any life‑saving tool.

Instead, he stepped forward and voluntarily entered the Hundred Ghost Iron Wall Formation!

"Buzz—!"

The dark‑red Light Curtain rose instantly, sealing every escape route.

Su Ming felt a sudden weight press down on his shoulder.

As if a loaded dump truck slammed onto his spine.

"Gravity doubled?!"

Su Ming squinted slightly, feeling the pressure.

The multiplier's not low!

If an ordinary person stepped in, they'd be crushed into a two‑dimensional human‑skin carpet on the spot!

"Krrr..."

The Golden Tooth General at the formation's focal point saw Su Ming fall into the trap, and immediately let out a snarling laugh, his massive yellow teeth flashing a chilling light.

"How dare you move after entering my formation?! A dragon must coil, a tiger must lie down!"

"How does this feel? Press him to death…!!"

However…

Within the formation, Su Ming's body only swayed slightly.

Not even a half‑inch of his waist bent.

The next second.

Swish—!

A afterimage is pulled out!

Quick!

Still too fast!

He instantly appears before a ghost samurai and throws a backhand punch.

No frills at all; he lands a straight blast on that shabby iron armor.

"Bang—!!!"

The air ruptures, a sonic boom roars.

The ghost samurai's chest armor dents like paper, the whole ghost is flung backward and slams hard into the Light Curtain.

Bang—!

But a strange scene unfolds.

The ghost samurai twists in the air as if boneless, and the horrific dent in its chest rapidly restores.

As if nothing happened…

The unhurt ghost stands up again.

Instead, dozens of other ghost samurai nearby each let out a muffled hum, a strand of black blood spilling from their mouths.

But instantly, the black blood vanishes!

All are at full health!

"Hm?!"

Su Ming halts, golden light swirling deep within his pupils.

Under the Eye of Truth, the previous tactics have nowhere to hide.

Among these dozens of ghost creatures, countless black energy threads interlace densely.

Damage evenly distributed!

Life shared!

Worn-out matter can be reabsorbed within the formation!

As long as they can't be killed in a single strike, they become undying perpetual machines!

"What the hell! How do we fight this? We punch a hole, and in a blink it's full again?!"

"Is this the Legendary blood‑locking trap? Doesn't the Official regulate it?"

"What a disgusting mechanism! It's trying to force the Pure God to be drained to death inside!"

"Is the dungeon difficulty over the limit?!"

"Only the Pure God can be blamed for picking this, not following the Rule!"

Everyone feels a chill down their scalp.

Such an invincible, unbreakable, infinitely regenerating monster legion is a nightmare!

And just as Su Ming is probing the gap.

Golden Tooth General seizes this Unique battle opportunity!

"Now's the time!"

"Die for me!!!"

It roars, its hands forming a void grip.

The murderous aura within the formation instantly converges, gathering above the heads of those dozens of ghost samurai, coalescing into a three‑meter‑long blade as black as ink—

Ghost-Head Guillotine Sword!

Around the blade edge, vengeful spirits swirl, emitting a mournful shriek.

"Slash!!!"

Golden Tooth General personally controls it, slashing fiercely at Su Ming's back!

The wind pressure roars like thunder, unavoidable!

This slash carries dozens‑times gravity suppression, bearing the killing will of dozens of evil ghosts!

Su Ming seems frozen, unable to dodge.

At the critical moment, he can only tilt his body slightly.

He uses his not‑broad shoulder to meet the terrifying giant blade head‑on!

In the live stream room, countless Audience members' hearts skip a beat, shouting in shock!

This…

Hard block?!

It's over!