Chapter 296: Who says we have no garments? We'll share the same robe together!

Hot.

As if thrown into Taishang Laojun's wasted alchemy furnace.

The once pure and holy talisman paper space is now scorching enough to make one want to curse one's mother.

That meat mountain continues to writhe.

With each breath, the misaligned mouths all over its body spew a strong, putrid stench.

"Damn, this doesn't feel right!"

Su Ming raised his hand, fanned the air before his nose, and furrowed his brows.

"Blasting a gourd, and the side effects are this huge?"

"This flavor is too overwhelming; is this guy wearing a sewage tank on his body?"

A bit of backfiring!

Despite his verbal complaints, a golden light instantly condensed in Su Ming's eyes.

After all.

This old ghost, drinking fake wine has mutated!

【Name】: Chaos·Jiu Tun Aggregate

【Quality】: Quasi-Myth

【Effect 1】: Chaotic flesh! Grants immunity to 90% physical damage, immunity to pain! Damaged parts split into independent small chaotic units that attack.

【Effect 2】: Gluttonous wine aura! The steam emitted from the body is highly corrosive and can ignite surrounding air!

【Effect 3】: Rune overload! Having devoured a massive amount of Rule talisman paper, it has accumulated extremely unstable elemental power, and its attacks carry multiple attributes such as lightning, fire, and gravity!

【Effect 4】: …

【Effect 5】: …

【Karma Overview】: Core is extremely unstable…

"Quasi-Myth? The stats sheet does look intimidating."

Su Ming raised an eyebrow, watching the continuously expanding data stream.

Only by enduring the deepest bitterness can one become a person above others?

Compared to before, it looks insanely powerful beyond measure.

Rounded off, my move this time still gave this old ghost a twist of fate!

"Hoo…"

It didn't give Su Ming much time for reading comprehension.

That meat mountain moved.

No wind‑up, no charge.

Simply put…

It exploded!

Pfft—!!!

Countless tentacles twisted from blood vessels, white bones, and rotten flesh.

Like toxic liquid spewed from a high‑pressure water gun, it rained down on Su Ming!

The speed was such that afterimages were left behind!

At the tip of each tentacle grew a mouth bristling with sharp teeth.

They also crackled with purple lightning.

The visual effect is utterly mind‑blowing.

This isn't an attack?

It's clearly a full‑map coverage biological missile sweep!

"Really fucking disgusting."

Su Ming tapped his toe and vaulted backward.

But he's fast, those tentacles are faster!

Moreover, this thing seems to have built‑in tracking, clinging to him relentlessly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The tentacles nailed into the talisman paper ground, exploding into deep pits spewing toxic smoke.

Lightning crackled everywhere, acidic liquid splashed chaotically.

Even the residual spray alone sizzled as it corroded the surrounding talisman paper.

"Physical evasion space has been sealed..."

Su Ming, mid‑air, performed an extreme aerial spin.

He narrowly dodged a bone spike that brushed his scalp.

But he hadn't landed yet.

The surrounding air suddenly turned extremely strange.

Gravity?!

Su Ming felt a chill in his heart.

The 【Heavy】 mantra talisman paper that this guy swallowed earlier actually took effect now!

His body sank downward!

In that instant of rigidity.

Directly ahead, several of the thickest tentacles, already mingled with torrents of violet fire and black blood, spewed down!

If this gets sprayed on.

Even the immortal must shed a layer of skin.

In the live stream, the barrage of comments chokes.

"WTF! How the hell do you dodge? Full‑screen ultimate!"

"When it's my turn, I just lie there! Targeting someone with self‑awareness!"

"Stop the cold talk, Pure God, be careful!"

…

"Die… eat meat…"

Chaotic ramblings pile upon each other.

Like thousands of madmen grinding their teeth at my ears simultaneously.

No way to dodge!

How to block?

With the face?!

"Damn…"

In Su Ming's vertically slit pupils, which shimmered with golden light, the sky‑full of attacking tentacles was reflected.

"I really am a germophobe!"

Let this thing touch…

Even a single drop makes him feel dirty!

"Since you enjoy bullying the many with the few…"

"Since you love chaos…"

Su Ming raised his right hand.

In his palm, he was not holding the murderous Ghost Cutter.

Nor was he gripping the ominous Soul Dagger.

But a pole…

A flag!

On the flag's surface, a robust, ancient clerical script character, forged with countless drops of blood, radiated force through the paper—

'HAN'!

Boom—!!!

The banner was thrust down heavily!

The pole, which seemed ready to snap at any moment, erupted with sky‑piercing crimson blood energy the instant it hit the ground!

This blood energy was neither gloomy nor evil.

It was the result of countless battle blades dulled, countless iron armors soaked in blood, distilled over millennia…

Iron‑blood Killing Aura!

"Who says there is no clothing? We share the same robe!"

"The king raises an army, I sharpen my spears!"

A bleak, ancient war song with a Audience accent exploded instantly.

The meat‑mountain tentacles that were about to engulf Su Ming oddly stalled before this sudden roar.

Then,

Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

Uniform footsteps resonated from the blood‑colored mist behind Su Ming.

One step, the earth shakes.

Two steps, killing aura soars to the heavens.

Rows of translucent gray shadows slowly emerged from the mist.

No faces.

Only decayed vine armor, gripping a broken ring‑blade sword and a spear.

Even if only a remnant soul remains.

Even across a thousand years.

That unyielding, mountain‑crushing, stoic military discipline.

Still like an insurmountable steel Great Wall standing before Su Ming!

"This… is… "

In the live stream, every Dragon Nation Audience's scalp exploded instantly.

Goosebumps rose layer upon layer over their bodies.

A pulse from deep bloodlines heated their eyes.

One glance for ten thousand years!

That is not a ghost.

That is a soul!

It is the iron‑blood military soul of Dragon Nation's millennia‑old civilization, etched into the bone!

"Roar?!!"

Opposite.

The chaotic brain of the Jiu Tun Aggregate clearly could not comprehend the scene before it.

In its instinctual perception.

It is the sky of this Yellow Spring, the ruler of chaos.

All things should be its food!

"Eat... you... all!!!"

Pfft! Pfft!

The sky‑filled tentacles swell again.

Bearing purple lightning and acid, it rages, smashing toward that heroic spirit barrier!

Flesh.

Battle spirit!

Chaos.

Stand in order!

Kill!