Chapter 288: I'm the one who decides!
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Under the crushing weight of the Blood-colored Barrier, the picture flickers like a poorly connected old TV, wildly distorted, with snowflakes darting about.
But that doesn't stop the Audience from feeling the suffocation and despair.
In the Dragon Country block, the bullet comments have already exploded.
"Can't afford it? The promised auction turned into a Pig Slaughter Scheme?!"
"Is this what's called the King of Hundred Demons? I think it's just a Hundred Demons' Lousy! No face left!"
"It's over... really over now! This is the SSR Heavenly Group! Even Jing God, no matter how rich, this wave is like a meat bun hitting a dog!"
"Is the one upstairs speaking? A strong dragon upset the local snake; the barrier sealed, this is a turtle in a jar!"
Anyone with eyes can see it.
The current situation is extremely bleak!
Jing God's previous money‑making ability truly made people thrilled, sending the Heavenly Spirit Cover soaring.
But in the face of absolute violence.
Money seems to have truly become waste paper.
Conversely, the Sakura Country block's art style suddenly shifts.
Although they were previously humiliated to the point they couldn't lift their heads.
Even they themselves are still in deep water and blazing fire now.
But at this moment, seeing their own great demon finally flip the table and act...
That twisted pride instantly hit rock bottom and rebounded!
"Kill him!!!"
"That's right! What rules to tell this kind of person? Direct physical exorcism!"
"Lord Jiu Tun! Lord Yu Zao! Tear this blasphemer to pieces! Reclaim the national treasure!"
"Let this Dragon Country person know, this is the noble Sakura Country! Not a place for him to run wild!"
"What Jing God? Just trash! Great Sakura is number one!"
They are extreme.
They are insane.
They want to pop champagne!
…
On site.
Su Ming lowered his head, staring at the shattered mask at his feet for a while.
His shoulder twitched.
He still couldn't hold back a laugh.
"So, that trash‑selling Zuo Jin is actually a martyr?"
"To uphold this pitiful Rule, he even risked his life; that's rather gallant."
Su Ming slowly lifted his head; in his deep eyes, the golden light no longer restrained.
"Just a pity..."
"Too stupid!"
"And you..."
He extended a finger, casually flicking through the massive demonic shadows surrounding him.
"Even more stupid."
"Since we agreed it's the Chaotic Underworld, and decided to speak with fists..."
Su Ming's mouth twitched.
"Where does your mysterious confidence come from, thinking you can win?"
"What if..."
"The ones who die here today to add excitement..."
"Are you bunch of poor ghosts?"
Boom—!
It's literally pointing at the nose and cursing!
The whole venue exploded!
"Looking for death!!!"
Shuten Douji's originally mocking demon face instantly twisted into a mass.
Even at death's brink, this human's mouth is harder than his Ghost Horn!
"Sharp‑toothed, sharp‑mouthed brat!"
"In your next life, remember to sew your mouth shut!"
Shuten Douji erupted in fury and struck!
That massive right arm, just fused with Cimu's Arm, swelled several layers.
On the arm, hundreds of Ghost Eyes opened simultaneously.
The poisonous wailing overlapped, enough to pierce eardrums.
The pitch‑black demonic aura compressed to the limit, turning into black thunder that coiled around his fingertips.
One punch!
With world‑shattering force, it slammed down onto Su Ming below!
"Divine Power·Hell's Hand!!!"
Space ruptures, the earth shatters.
This punch.
Don't even say it's a human.
Even if it's a mountain, it still gets pulverized!
"King!!"
Magu was utterly terrified.
She wanted to help, wanted to block.
But under the unreserved pressure of the imperial‑grade great demon, she was like a bug nailed in amber, unable to even move a fingertip! She's just a vase!
She was unwilling!
But…
Useless!
Boom—boom—boom!!!
The livestream screen shook violently.
Then it was completely engulfed by swirling dust and black light.
Live.
Su Ming's original standing spot collapsed directly into a crater dozens of meters in diameter.
Dust billowed, obscuring all signs of life.
"Hmph!"
In midair, Shuten Douji retracted his fist still spewing black smoke, a cruel delight flashing on his face.
"This is the fate of those who provoke me!"
"What a god‑rich, turned into meat mush, can't even spend a single coin!"
"Is that it?"
Yu Zao Qian waved her fan half‑heartedly, covering her mouth and nose.
"What a waste of that fine flesh; I was thinking of skinning it for a collectible doll, but the blow was too heavy."
In the livestream, the sound came before the picture.
The viewers were first stunned, then the barrage erupted into a Climax.
"Won!!"
"This is the gap in strength! Dragon Nation people, see clearly? This is what we call divine might!"
"Hahaha! Weren't you wild just now? Now there's not even a scrap left!"
On the contrary.
Dragon Nation Audience stared fixedly at the black screen, their hearts rising to their throats.
Really… is it over?
That man who created countless miracles and never played by the rules…
Really, he was just blown to death by a single punch?
They don't quite believe!
This is the Jing God!
But…
The facts seem already laid before us.
Jing God—he…
"Wait! Something's wrong!"
At that moment, sharp‑eyed Audience spotted a strange glimmer amid the black‑gray screen.
"Look at that pit…"
"Is something shining in there?"
Hoo—!
It seemed to answer everyone's speculation.
The swirling dust was slowly blown away.
At the center of the deep pit.
A faint dark‑red glow, like a dying candle in the wind.
Yet it persisted, making hearts race.
Shuten Douji's laughter abruptly stopped.
A pair of huge demonic eyes suddenly contracted.
"How… how could this be possible?!"
He saw it!
At the very center of the pit lay an untouched piece of land.
And that human…
Still kept the previous stance, not a single hem out of place.
He raised one hand high.
In his palm, the Decay‑ridden Eight-foot Qiong Pendant spun wildly.
The living eye at the pendant's core, originally cloudy, now stared furiously wide.
Blood vessels burst around the eyeballs, opening a dark‑red absolute barrier!
That earth‑shattering, world‑destroying punch.
The demon aura that could kill any Epic‑level being in an instant.
It was nonetheless devoured completely by this thin, seemingly breath‑easily broken Red Light.
Smoke, no injury!
"So this is what they call… great strength brings miracles?"
Su Ming slowly lowered his hand, idly handling the scorching talisman in his grasp.
Then, he lifted his head.
His gaze was colder than this underworld itself.
"The strength is indeed considerable, with a somewhat massaging effect."
"Only a pity…"
Su Ming's thoughts shifted.
Buzz—!
The talisman in his hand emitted a baby‑cry‑like wail, poured Red Light, and instantly enveloped his entire body!
Activation!
He wants this divine authority to become the sharpest cleaver!
He wants to turn into a killing machine!
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
A terrifying pressure from antiquity, from bygone days, from the deepest layer of this underworld plane.
Centered on Su Ming, it explosively burst outward in all directions!
It is a rank suppression!
It is the true god's overlook over the false god!
"So this is the divine authority you have been yearning for?"
Su Ming stepped forward.
Snap—!
The soles of his shoes pressed on the broken stones.
In midair, the once lofty Shuten Douji, Yu Zao Qian, and Da Tian Gou froze in place.
This talisman can affect the entire underworld!
"If that is so…"
As he murmured, the Soul Dagger in Su Ming's hand seemed to sense its master's murderous intent, sensing the nourishment of the sky‑filling Red Light.
"That, excuse me."
"Now, I am the dealer."
"The rules here…"
"I, the boss, decide!"
"Hmph! Pretending to be divine!"
Shuten Douji let out a cold snort and made a sweeping hand gesture.
"Little ones! The feast begins!!"
The darkness boiled instantly.
"Roar—!!"
"Meat! Fresh meat!!"
The chimeric demons that had been lurking in the ruins' cracks completely tore apart the shackles of reason at this moment.
It was tens of thousands of low‑rank demons, a black torrent of mud and stone!
Only a half‑body of a starving ghost still crawled dimly on the ground.
The earth spider, bearing seven or eight compound eyes and spitting poisonous fluid.
The ghost samurai, wielding a rusted blade and exuding corpse stench…
It was no different from a shark that smelled blood.
From all directions, sky and earth, they pounced without blind spot toward the man at the center of the meteor crater.
Hundred Demons Night Parade!
True despair has never been about a single overwhelming force.
It lies in that endless, overwhelming quantity that can drown everything!
In midair.
Yu Zao Qian lightly shook the tattered folding fan, her fox eyes full of lofty mockery.
"Even the sharpest blade, if hacked ten thousand times, will roll its edge."
"Even the strongest lion will be chewed to bone by billions of army ants."
"Humanity, this is your end."
"After all… in this underworld, the least valuable… are the cannon fodders!"
This is the great demons' scheme.
These old ones, each of them clings to life dearly.
Since this human is holding the Eight-foot Qiong Pendant, a BUG‑level artifact.
Then no one wants to be the unlucky dupe who gets killed and replaced first.
Then we'll wear them out!
Use our lives to fill it!
Even if it's ten thousand to one, a hundred thousand to one.
Still we must drain the energy in his body and grind the knife in his hand into scrap!
However.
Su Ming, standing at the center of the black wave, watched the overwhelming surge of evil spirits, his expression becoming extremely bizarre.
No fear.
No despair.
Even… a little inclined to laugh?
"War of attrition?"
"Ghost Sea tactic?"
"No… you guys are here to deliver warmth, right?"
With him in this Pendant‑activated state…
Just worried there was nowhere to recharge!
Buzz!
The lightweight Soul Dagger in his hand vanished.
The Ghost Cutter materialized out of thin air.
This kind of great cleaver…
…when used for unstoppable grass‑cutting, it's truly powerful!
The moment he grasped the demonic blade, it seemed to sense the surrounding explosively strong aroma of ingredients.
The Ghost Eye on the hilt spooled up to its limit in an instant!
Greedy!
Impatient!
Hungry!
It too has gone mad with hunger!
"Hehe!"
Su Ming stuck out his tongue, licked his slightly cracked lips, and the Red Light in his eyes surged.
It looked even more like a fierce ghost than a fierce ghost.
"Your hospitality on this broken island is really spot‑on!"
"This is delivery right to the door!"
Boom!
Before the words finished, the first wave of ghost tide crashed in.
"Eat eat eat!!!"
Su Ming didn't retreat but advanced, stepping heavily into the black wave.
Swish—!
A crescent‑shaped, blood‑colored blade flash swept out!
No fancy tricks at all.
It's just goddamn grass‑cutting!
Normal attack as a big move!
Puff!
Puff!
Puff!
The dozens of ghost samurai in the front line didn't even scream; they were cut cleanly at the waist!
Black ghost blood erupted!
But the strange thing is.
These foul‑smelling drops of blood didn't even touch the ground.
In mid‑air, they were forcibly drawn by a domineering suction.
Either they surged into the demonic blade! Or they surged into the Pendant hovering beside Su Ming!
This is the large Soul Dagger plus Xiao Heizi Plus version!
Buzz—!
The Ghost Cutter emitted a pleasant hum.
The next second.
Pure, warm currents, along the hilt, fed back into Su Ming's body!
The load feeling caused by forcibly activating the Eight-foot Qiong Pendant vanished instantly!
Even…
The stamina bar not only refilled, it was overflowing wildly!
"Awesome!!!"
Su Ming howled to the heavens, his voice tinged with madness.
This feeling…
So wonderful!
He himself already has a means of sustaining combat by combat.
But now, with layer upon layer, it's as thrilling as it can be!
Just by swinging the blade, he gets stronger!
Just by killing, he evolves!
Ye Qing returns!
"Again!!"
Su Ming's form was like lightning, directly counter‑charging, cutting into the heart of the ghost horde.
A tiger among the sheep?
No!
This damn thing is like tossing an industrial meat grinder into a pig farm!
"Slash!"
A slash down, a 【Flying Head Brute】 trying to ambush was split in two on the spot, its brain matter exploding.
"Die!"
A reverse horizontal swing, three 【Starving Ghosts】 were sliced to pieces, turning into pure black nutrient smoke.
"Scram!"
A kick shattered the hard shell of a 【Earth Spider】, then a reverse slash harvested it.
Completely gone berserk!
【Eye of Truth】 can see these monsters' weak points.
But it's utterly unnecessary!
Under the rank suppression of the 【Eight-foot Qiong Pendant】.
These low‑rank monsters get injured by a brush, die by a touch!
Just a few minutes.
Around the meteor crater, a corpse mountain has already piled up!
And the Red Light on Su Ming's body didn't dim despite the high‑intensity combat.
Instead, it was like a fire doused with oil, burning ever brighter!
Even…
Even his Ghost Cutter was undergoing some terrifying mutation.
The blade seemed longer, wider!
So red it turned black, exuding a demonic aura!
Something's off…
In midair, the ever‑watchful 【Da Tian Gou】 squinted, its wings trembling uneasily.
"His aura… why is it still rising?!"
"That Ghost Cutter…"
A war of attrition?!
I inexplicably feel some palpitations—what's happening?!
Even…
The ghost horde below, originally fearless of death, suddenly showed sluggishness and hesitation.
This…
Can this really fight?
This human is more like a ghost than they are!
More ferocious than they are!
More greedy than they are!
The once relentless ghost tide began to slow.
Some high‑rank ghosts even began to instinctively retreat.
They're scared!
Afraid of being killed!
"Don't stop! Hurry, I'm still hungry!"
On the Corpse Mountain, Su Ming brandished a blood‑dripping long sword, charging like a mad dog, slashing at the ghosts.
At this moment, his entire body was drenched in black ghost blood.
Like a demonic Asura that crawled out of the eighteenth hell.
In those eyes, there was nothing but killing.
"Since you're here, leave them all for me!"
"My blade… hasn't had enough yet!"
Puff! Puff!
Feasting!
Eat eat eat!
One wave wiped out!
Two waves wiped out!
Bo bo—gone!
The scene, as well as the paid live broadcast room.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
This this this…
Even Satan, upon seeing, would want to tattoo the 【Pure】 god on his body!
After an unknown amount of time, Su Ming finally stopped moving.
Mountain!
All around are mountains!
The kind made of corpses!
"Burp——!"
Su Ming casually wiped the blood off his face and let out a full burp.
"The appetizers are finished."
"Esteemed chefs……"
"Can we have the main course now?"
End of Chapter
