Chapter 303: Dare to Plot Against the King?!

Dragon Nation, Jin Se Tea Garden.

Twelve girls sat in a row, staring fixedly at the screen.

Just now, they witnessed with their own eyes that man pierce a top‑tier great demon with a single spear, stabbing it straight through!

He was insanely handsome!

"Huh…"

Meng Die exhaled the murky breath that had been stuck in his chest, his eyes filled with tiny stars.

Number one fangirl.

"Wang… this is our Wang!"

The absolute ceiling!

The other girls also bobbed their heads like crushing garlic.

They wished they could frame‑by‑frame screenshot the scene and keep it as a family heirloom screen saver.

However, amid a chorus of lovesick voices.

No one noticed the anomaly in the corner of the tea room.

Ling Xi stared blankly at the Jing Zhe before her.

The state of these sisters…

Was a bit off!

At this moment, Jing Zhe stared intently at the silhouette on the screen.

Her pupils did not focus.

Instead they scattered as if wandering the Grand Void.

"Um…"

A deeply suppressed hum.

No one saw the air around Jing Zhe subtly warp.

It was…

Momentum!

Her CPU burned!

Her breathing was rapid as if running a marathon, her body temperature soaring.

That spear just now…

To laypeople, it was an instant kill, a ruthless crush by a stat monster.

But in the eyes of this martial fanatic.

It was a key!

A key that pierced the dust‑sealed gate in her mind.

That way of exerting force…

That resolute concentration of all Qi, spirit, and essence into a single point…

That forward‑driving spear intent…

Somehow felt familiar.

"I… think I've seen…"

Jing Zhe muttered to herself, her gaze hazy as if she had drunk fake wine.

In a daze.

The surrounding tea fragrance faded.

What now appeared was Corpse Mountain Blood Sea.

A towering figure, as massive as a mountain, held a long spear, back turned to the living.

The figure slowly turned its head.

"Watch closely, I'll teach it only once."

Buzz—!

Jing Zhe's body trembled, her right hand instinctively grasped at empty space.

Even though there was no spear in her hand.

But in that instant, a razor‑sharp chill to the extreme erupted with a boom!

Crack—!

The scene rewound.

The expensive purple sand teacup before Jing Zhe split in two instantly.

The cut surface was smooth as a mirror.

The chatter in the tea room abruptly stopped.

Meng Die and a few others turned, staring in shock at the girl in the corner.

"Jing Zhe? What's… going on with you?!"

Their gaze snapped back to Yellow Springs.

The wind grew colder.

Su Ming's cigarette was nearly burnt out.

The ember flickered, like his heartbeat at this moment.

He still stood upright, one hand in his pocket.

On the surface, steady as an old dog.

In fact, his heart is panicking wildly.

When this cigarette is finished, how will he stall for time again?!

Light another one?

"Fake... all of it's fake!!!"

Boom!

Suddenly, the pile of rubble at the edge of the ruins erupts.

A disheveled, black‑smoke‑emanating silhouette staggers out.

It's Shen Dai Qianhe!

At this moment, this Sakura Country's pride has no trace of its former elegance and nobility.

Its once delicate face is twisted like a ghoul from a horror film.

Both eyes are blood‑red, the whites completely devoured by black smoke.

In this state, the Dao‑heart is shattered, directly falling into demonic.

"They all deserve to die, they all deserve to die!"

"Why?!"

"Why can a humble Dragon Nation person trample the dignity of the great Sakura into the mud and rub it repeatedly?!"

And those ridiculous gods, the corrupted divine artifacts…

All caused by this person!

"Kill you... just kill you..."

"Everything will return to how it was!"

Buzz—!

"Go die for me!!!"

In Shen Dai Qianhe's hand, a pitch‑black longsword has appeared out of nowhere.

Enveloped with the murderous intent of a mad demon, it charges straight at Su Ming!

In the live stream, everyone is startled by the sudden turn, and the bullet comments flood the screen.

"WTF? What is this crazy woman trying to do? Hand out a kill?"

"This condition… it's over‑stimulated, the CPU must be overheating?"

"LOL, even the two great demon emperors won't act, does she even deserve it?"

…

In mid‑air.

Da Tian Gou subconsciously tries to raise a hand to block.

At this moment, the situation is delicate; such uncontrollable variables are most taboo.

But before he can lift his hand—

A folding fan painted with Hundred Demons Night Parade gently blocks his view.

"Don't be hasty."

Yu Zao Qian lifts the corner of her mouth, her fox eyes flashing with calculation.

"Just worried whether that kid's background is a façade."

"Isn't… someone already tried it for us?"

Da Tian Gou is startled, then suddenly understands.

Heh!

It has to be that old fox's heart!

Whether these people live or die, what's it got to do with them?

They're the most useful cannon fodder!

…

On the ground.

Su Ming still makes no move, appearing extremely indifferent.

But…

The trouble has grown!

He now resembles a robber holding an empty gun.

Scaring those two suspicious old things works for now.

Really fire?

Then it would be completely exposed!

These days, Shen Dai Qianhe's mind isn't clear.

But her combat power in this mad‑demon state is certainly not weak!

After all, she's also the top figure of Sakura Country's reputation!

Normally, she could crush opponents.

But in this low‑HP state…

Hard block?

Probably the body will fall apart and die on the spot!

Dodge?

That lingering weakness at the tail end of a powerful crossbow will surely be noticed by those two old birds in the sky.

Once you show a hint of fear, it's a death sentence!

If it can be struck...

How to strike?!

Getting closer!

Thirty meters...

Twenty meters...

Ten meters!

"Die for me!!!"

A foul, stinking gust of wind slammed into his face.

Su Ming still didn't move.

He didn't even take the cigarette butt hanging from his mouth.

Hard to deal with!

The black blade was less than half a meter from Su Ming's brow.

This slash was truly lethal!

He could even see the stacked, rolling faces of Resentful Spirits on the blade.

At a dead end!

At the moment of a hair's breadth from disaster—

Buzz!

The air beside Su Ming warped strangely for an instant.

Ding—!!!

The crisp impact sound exploded.

The black blade was firmly blocked.

The thing blocking it was neither a divine weapon nor any protective aura.

It was a...

Whiteboard Mahjong?

Immediately after, a delicate figure slowly emerged from the void.

Magu!

This time, she tunneled out of the Dimensional Reduction Warehouse on her own!

"Snort..."

Magu slowly raised her head.

Messy black hair covered half her face, revealing a beautiful yet cold eye.

There was no trace of murderous intent in her gaze.

Only contempt.

"What kind of trash are you..."

"How dare you look straight at my king?"

……

In the live stream, the bullet comments erupted again, reaching a Climax in an instant.

"WTF! Is that the woman from before?"

"Mahjong blocking a blade? Playing that way is so cool?!"

"Or that line, a woman who can become a Pure God—how could it possibly be simple!"

……

"Die!!!"

Opposite, Shen Dai Qianhe missed with a strike and went completely berserk.

Reason?

It doesn't exist!

"Get out!!!"

She brandished both knives, slashing down wildly.

The terrifying black aura erupted like a volcano.

Now she...

Is more irritable than ever before!

"The one who should roll away is you!"

Whoosh—!!!

Magu let out a sharp scream.

The black hair on her head instantly surged, turning into countless jet‑black poisonous snakes that swarmed and coiled around.

How dare you think of striking the king?!

Then go die!