Chapter 301: Why Is He So Calm?

There was no warm farewell.

There was no heroic camaraderie.

That Divine Warrior was like logging into a hired‑account.

After finishing a high‑end game.

He not only despised the account owner's gear as trash and the foundation as weak.

He then simply pulled the network cable and went offline.

Buzz—!

As that domineering will withdrew.

Su Ming only felt his body sink, his soul as if kicked from the clouds straight into a filthy mud pit.

"Sss—!"

The pain that had been forcibly suppressed by divine power lost its valve and instantly struck back.

Muscle fibers tore, bones dislocated, organs shifted, meridians withered…

It was like being tossed into a blender and spun three rounds.

After being scooped out, it was repeatedly crushed on a rolling‑spike board.

"Damn…"

What the hell, is this even a hired‑play?

This is basically a usurious loan of nine‑out‑thirteen‑return, and now the creditor is at the door demanding violently!

But he cannot kneel now.

He cannot lie down.

He certainly cannot faint.

Because…

"Good stuff…"

Su Ming strained to lift his eyelids and looked at the pool of purple rotten flesh ahead.

Though the pain was death‑like, the garbage‑collecting gene etched into his bones still overrode his physiological limit.

Who is that?

That is Shuten Douji!

A quasi‑mythic ultimate aberration, a walking treasure trove!

Must loot the corpse!

If you finish without looting, it's like wearing silk robes and walking at night!

Better just let it die here outright!

Gurgle—!

Su Ming trembled as he fished a bottle of Epic‑level Source Blood from the warehouse.

Only a few bottles left.

But he showed no hesitation, snapped the cap, tipped his head back and downed it.

A warm current spread through his body.

Like rain after a long drought, it slightly suppressed the near‑death exhaustion.

"Move… give me movement…"

"For money, this pain is nothing!"

Su Ming bit his back molars, dragging a stranger's corpse step by step until he scraped to the pile of rotten flesh.

Several items floated amid the chaotic purple vapor.

A purple‑black heart, its Energy Fluctuation made the Human Heart race wildly.

A half‑meter long, crystal‑clear, violet‑like broken Ghost Horn.

And…

The Wine Gourd Fragment he had previously blown apart with a single arrow!

"Get Rich…"

He instinctively tried to activate the Eye of Truth.

Buzz!

But the moment the thought formed, a sharp pain surged from deep within his brain.

His spiritual power was severely overdrawn!

At this moment, trying to analyze these high‑quality items…

His brain‑soup would probably boil over.

"Never mind! Put them in the pocket first!"

At a time like this, what bicycle do you still need?

Su Ming acted brutally, swinging his massive hand.

Swish swish swish!

Heart, Ghost Horn, Gourd Fragment…

All were swept in one go into the Dimensional Reduction Warehouse.

The particles returned to storage, not a blade of grass left!

And then, at that moment.

Snap—!

The precarious talisman paper space finally gave way.

Above his head, the Golden Talisman Scripts inscribed with Daoist mantras began to wither and fall like ash after a fire.

The surrounding spatial barriers and the ground formed by talisman paper beneath his feet all started to ignite on their own!

Wuwuwu!

The raging wind from outside poured in through the cracks.

That was the breath of reality.

It was also…

A dangerous aura.

Su Ming's body tensed as he began to gather his mind.

He knew it well.

Once this veil of concealment is lifted,

what must be faced are the two top‑tier great demons outside, both at full power and glaring like tigers!

Yu Zao Qian and Da Tian Gou!

"Huh…"

Su Ming inhaled deeply, his chest heaving violently twice.

He forced his breathing rate down to the most steady state.

Then.

He straightened his spine.

He lifted his head.

Even if the pain made the corner of his mouth twitch.

He still had to appear profound and unfathomable!

If he wants to survive,

this round is not won with a blade.

It's acting!

Life is a play; it all depends on hard acting!

Boom—!!!

The final layer of talisman paper barrier collapsed completely.

Golden dust swirled across the sky like brilliant fireworks, obscuring everyone's view.

Outside.

The wind stopped.

The dust dispersed.

In the center of the ruins.

There was no Corpse Mountain Blood Sea, nor any monster's roar.

Only a slightly gaunt figure stood there alone.

His trench coat was torn, his long hair disheveled.

Yet he stood upright, like an unbreakable spear.

He slipped one hand into his pocket, while the other casually held the black Soul Dagger.

Under the gaze of everyone present and in the live room.

The man moved.

Snap!

A cigarette was somehow drawn out.

A cheap lighter sparked a burst of flame.

His hand was steady.

Steady to the point of not a single tremor.

Huh—!

He exhaled a puff of smoke slowly.

His aura exuded an indescribable mix of decadence and arrogance.

In the live room, the Dragon Nation Audience was ecstatic.

"Damn, this fake Pure God act, can't learn it!"

"Anyone else?! I'm just asking, anyone else?!"

"One cigarette after, carefree, rivaling a deity!"

On site.

The atmosphere, however, was extremely solemn, suffocating.

In midair.

Yu Zao Qian's eyes narrowed to a slit, fixedly staring at the man below.

Beside them, Da Tian Gou's feathers bristled all over.

They both tried to see through Su Ming's illusion and reality.

After all, the lingering force of that stunning shot earlier.

Even with a barrier between them, it still makes them feel their souls shudder violently.

Dead.

That terrifying Shuten-Dōji Demon actually really died!

And this human…

Why is he still smoking?

Why is he so calm?

Could it be…

There's still an ace up his sleeve?!

Hoo!

Below, Su Ming said nothing, only flicked off his ash.

That's the effect he wanted.

The older this ancient monster that has lived an unknown number of years, the heavier its thoughts.

It more easily scares itself.

The empty‑city stratagem, that thing.

Singing for fools is useless; it must be sung for the wise!

After a long while, he slowly lifted his head.

Those eyes, though dim, still fierce as wolves, locked onto the two silhouettes in the air from a distance.

He casually spun a blade pattern with the Soul Dagger in his hand.

The blade tip pointed straight at the wing‑flapping figure in mid‑air.

"Hey."

"That long‑haired bird‑person."

"Just now… you seemed to enjoy watching from up there, huh?"

A grin spread at the corner of his mouth.

Even though he's already at the end of his strength.

Even if his five organs and six viscera are wailing.

But in terms of aura, he is that Asura who just returned after slaying a god!

Su Ming hooked his finger.

A defiant look on his face.

"Stop looking."

"Come down, want to play?"