Chapter 311: The High-end Game's Finishing Blow!

"Hmph! Slippery as a mud loach, you think you can run?!"

In midair, Da Tian Gou steadied his stance.

Watching Su Ming's embarrassed tumble, the shame in his eyes outweighed the severe pain in his arm.

He must be finished off!

This is such a damn humiliation!

The mighty Demon Emperor, bitten up close by a bug?

If this gets out, he'll lose face in Takamagahara!

"Wind God·Vacuum Prison!"

Da Tian Gou's wings beat fiercely.

This time, the black feathers did not turn into swords.

Instead they became countless jet‑black chains, instantly sealing the airflow within a hundred meters.

Vacuum!

Seal the space!

The entire battlefield's air was instantly sucked out, forming a terrifying vacuum zone.

Su Ming's flailing body, like an insect trapped in amber, froze midair in an instant.

Unable to move!

"Got you, little mouse!"

From the side, Yu Zao Qian saw this, a flash of cruelty in her beautiful eyes.

Good opportunity!

In a flash, her figure vanished; the nine fox tails behind her no longer spread but instantly converged and tangled.

Demon energy compressed to the extreme!

A grim white bone spear that pierced heaven and earth thrust straight at Su Ming's brow!

This time.

She wants to see where this spiky kid can hide!

"Oh no…"

In the livestream, the Audience from Dragon Nation felt their hearts stop.

This coordination is suffocating.

One handles control, the other unleashes the burst.

High-end Game's finishing move!

No way out!

"Die!"

With Yu Zao Qian's delicate shout,

the nine‑tailed white spear capable of piercing mountains carried the lethal will of the two great Demon Emperors.

Without any mercy, it drove hard into that rigid figure.

Boom—!!!

In an instant.

Above the ruins of Da Jiang Shan, a pale, grim sun seemed to rise.

The dazzling light devoured everything.

A terrifying shockwave swept outward.

It directly plowed through the ruins hundreds of meters below once more.

The livestream screen went completely white.

Countless viewers clutched their chests, daring not to breathe.

If this damn thing happened to them,

let alone take a hit.

Even a glancing blow would now likely scatter their ashes!

"Is it over?"

In midair, Da Tian Gou squinted.

The wings flapped, dispersing the swirling dust.

His intuition told him it wasn't that simple.

The human called Jing had an absurdly hard fate.

Yet taking Yu Zao Qian's massive hit hard,

even if he doesn't die, he'd be left a high‑level cripple, right?

Huh—!

In midair, the dust cleared.

The next second.

The expressions of the two Demon Emperors froze on their faces simultaneously.

The person is still there.

Standing.

Su Ming was drenched in blood, his clothes ragged like a beggar's.

But those eyes shone terrifyingly bright.

And around him was a circle of shattered implements.

Mystic Turtle Shell—shattered!

Substitute Straw Man—reduced to ash!

Starlight Protection Scroll—burned out!

Vajra Bowl—splintered into eight pieces!

These life‑saving implements, if left out, could summon a storm of blood and gore, yet they are like loyal death soldiers.

In that instant just now, Su Ming hurled them all at once.

At the cost of his own pulverized body, they were weakened layer by layer.

He forced himself to swallow the damage of that lethal shot!

"Cough…"

Su Ming bent over and coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

Then he lifted his head again and grinned broadly.

Those few seconds just now, if converted into points…

Tsk tsk, at least it burned a mountain of gold, right?

Fighting like this is damn expensive!

"Heh!"

From the sky came a sound that was neither clearly a sigh nor a laugh.

Yu Zao Qian covered her red lips, her blossoms trembling wildly.

But in her eyes was a monster‑like astonishment.

"Little brat, do you keep a treasure vault at home?"

"So many high‑grade artifacts, using them as a one‑time shield? You're really wasteful!"

Beside him, Da Tian Gou snorted in anger, the black‑feather great sword in his hand humming.

"Stacking treasures for survival? I wonder how much wealth you have to splurge like that!"

"Even if you were a mountain of gold, today I, the Emperor, will smash you through!"

They've basically figured out this kid's true and false forms.

Out of tricks!

When he's empty, it's his death time!

"Do you ask how much wealth I have?"

Su Ming brushed the blood off his face, his gaze cold and lone‑wolf like.

"Not much."

"But it's enough to buy a tombstone for you two!"

Before the words finished...

The ground beneath Su Ming suddenly exploded!

Since it can't be defended, then damn it, we won't defend!

Swoosh!

His body surged upward.

No longer a mere blustering probe.

But a bare, reckless charge!

One hand reverse‑gripping a Soul Blade, the other hand dragging Ghost Cutter on the ground!

"You still dare come? Seeking death!"

Da Tian Gou let out a cold snort, feeling offended.

With a flap of his wings, countless wind blades fell like a meat‑grinder, sealing every path.

Facing this dense fire‑net, Su Ming neither dodged nor evaded.

Puff puff puff!

The wind blades sliced flesh, deep enough to expose bone.

Fresh blood spurted.

Yet Su Ming didn't even furrow his brows, his adrenaline surging wildly.

He bore the excruciating, torturous pain and forced his way into Da Tian Gou's close‑range zone.

"Get down for me!"

He lifted Ghost Cutter with his right hand, hard‑blocking Da Tian Gou's black‑feather great sword.

When—

Amid the spray of sparks, Su Ming used the recoil of the collision to twist his body oddly.

His left hand's Soul Dagger, like a poisonous snake, lunged fiercely at Da Tian Gou's abdomen!

Tear—!

The protective demonic aura was torn, a few black feathers mixed with golden demonic blood drifting down.

"Get out!!!"

Da Tian Gou, in pain and fury, shouted, "That bug is too filthy!"

He kicked Su Ming's chest hard.

Bang!

Su Ming's whole body was flung backward again.

But this time, a triumphant curve lifted at the corner of his mouth.

He is laughing!

Because he is in the air…

He actively adjusted his direction!

Using force against force!

This kick sent him on his way!

Target.

On the flank, Yu Zao Qian, who was watching the performance and reading the script!

"What?!"

Yu Zao Qian clearly hadn't expected that this mad dog, after taking a kick, could still turn and bite.

Her pupils contracted sharply; in the haste she could only swing her nine tails to block.

Sss!

Su Ming's Soul Blade plunged hard into a snow‑white fox tail!

"Sss!!!"

Yu Zao Qian let out a mournful scream.

All ten fingers linked to her heart, and the tail was even connected to the demon core!

This soul‑piercing pain broke her defense instantly.

…

The battle had fully entered a white‑hot stage.

Or rather, it was a brutal swamp brawl!

In the global live stream, the Dragon Nation Audience watched with hearts clenched and palms sweating.

Too ruthless.

Jing God now is like a moth fighting to the death in a raging storm, refusing to retreat.

The wounds on its body multiplied, blood flowing as if it didn't cost a thing.

But at the same time.

Even the two lofty demon emperors bore increasingly many scars!

Even Yu Zao Qian's exquisitely beautiful face was marked with a slash of blood, instantly ruining her appearance!

Madman!

This is a complete madman!

"Why aren't you dead yet! Why aren't you dead!!"

Yu Zao Qian's face twisted, her voice sharp, lacking any trace of a noblewoman's bearing.

Just a moment earlier, Su Ming, paying the price of half his shoulder scorched by fox fire, violently twitched her tail twice!

That pain frightened her!

Demon energy burst forth, rushing toward Su Ming who hadn't yet recovered, as if it cost nothing.

But Su Ming still didn't dodge!

He again bore the damage and used it to his advantage!

Aerial spin, delivering a spinning back thrust!

But this time, his target locked again on the side's Da Tian Gou!

And in his hand…

A flash of light.

An ancient, battered yet soul‑shaking long spear suddenly materialized!

"Oh no?!"

The moment he saw that spear.

Da Tian Gou, who had intended to pursue, blinked wildly, his feathers instantly bristling.

PTSD struck!

They had seen it clearly before.

Shuten Douji, that iron‑clumsy fool, was directly pierced away by that spear!

Not even a scrap remained!

Now, this kid pulls it out again?!

Retreat!

Almost an instinctive reaction.

Da Tian Gou, without a thought, vaulted back hundreds of meters!

He doesn't want to become the second Shuten!