Chapter 324: I'll Crush Its Teeth!

However.

At the instant the bone spear was about to pierce the skin.

In Su Ming's originally hollow, soulless eyes.

A flash of golden light exploded without warning!

Deep within the pupils, intricate golden patterns spun wildly.

Like a precise radar, they instantly locked onto the true source of murderous intent behind him.

Illusion technique?

Before the Eye of Truth, all flashy tricks are stripped bare.

"Heh!"

Su Ming did not turn around, a mocking smile curling at his mouth.

"Pink filter? So tacky!"

"Don't you know the dark style is in vogue now?!"

The Ghost Cutter in his hand seemed to sprout eyes.

Without looking, he thrust it backward with force!

Pfft—!!!

This slash.

Straight and true.

Precisely through Yu Zao Qian's fused nine‑tail root, straight through!

A chilling coolness, heart soaring!

Sss!!!

The illusion shattered instantly.

Yu Zao Qian winced in pain, her features shifting.

That exquisite face twisted like a crumpled sheet of paper.

Before she could react.

He drew the great sword again, thrusting!

No pity or delicacy, only simple, brutal muscle memory!

His wrist twitched.

The blade circled inside Yu Zao Qian, then pulled sideways!

Tear—!

The wound that had pierced her chest instantly widened into a terrifying gaping hole.

Ahhh!!!

The harrowing scream was ten times sharper than Da Tian Gou's broken‑wing shriek.

It made the Heavenly Spirit Cover tingle.

No choice.

That illusion just now is draining her mana bar fast!

She can't even figure out why she would die!

Why does this human kid not even hesitate for a second.

And can shatter her prized innate divine skill?!

Does he have no inner demons, no seven emotions and six desires?!

Bang—!

At the brink of life and death, Yu Zao Qian's body explosively burst.

Turning into a puff of pink smoke.

This is…

Attempting to use the Substitution Technique Golden Cicada Molt!

"Want to leave?"

Su Ming's mouth twitched.

In his golden eyes, countless lines intertwined.

Within his sight.

Every move of this old fox, every flow of energy, is as slow as a frame‑by‑frame animation.

Su Ming extends his left hand, with no flourish.

He grabs at the void, hard!

"Give me… back!"

His five fingers hook, gripping tightly.

Sss!

Within the already semi‑ethereal pink smoke.

He forcibly pulls out a fluffy white fox tail.

That's the true body!

The true form!

"No!!!"

Yu Zao Qian screams in terror, her soul scattering.

Tsk, even if you scream your throat out, it won't help!

Who let you ride without paying?!

Su Ming's arm muscles bulged, and he yanked back violently.

Pull it down!

Bang!

Yu Zao Qian's whole body was like a torn sack.

She was slammed hard onto the rubble strewn with broken stones.

Dust rose in clouds, and shards of stone flew everywhere.

Before she could get up.

A foot clad in tattered war boots already pressed heavily onto her chest.

Crack!

The sound of ribs breaking was crisp and clear.

"Um…"

Yu Zao Qian's chest collapsed.

The breath that had been pressed into her throat hadn't even risen when she saw a pair of eyes devoid of any warmth.

From high above, it was as if looking at an ant.

"How dare you…"

The two words forced out with difficulty.

She is the Nine‑Tail Demon Emperor, a deity worshipped by ten thousand demons!

How could she be trampled and rubbed by a human in such a humiliating posture?!

Su Ming said nothing.

He flipped the Soul Dagger in his hand and drove it hard into Yu Zao Qian's eye socket!

I heard that the guy who practices illusion…

Even his eyes are valuable?

Then let's first cripple the move!

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

"Aaaah!!!"

The wail was mournful, rising another octave.

But Su Ming pretended not to hear.

Puff puff puff puff puff!

Su Ming transformed into a humanoid pile‑driving machine.

Each strike pierced deep enough to see bone, every blow striking the soul.

One!

Ten!

Fifty!

In just a few seconds.

The Soul Dagger turned this Nine‑Tail Demon Emperor into mush!

The emperor's flesh?

Before true injury, all beings are equal!

"Hehe…"

At that moment.

In the shapeless mass of blood and flesh on the ground.

A voice suddenly emitted an extremely weak, yet slightly mocking laugh.

"Kid…"

"You think… you won?"

Su Ming's movement paused slightly, his brows furrowing.

"Then what?"

"Do you expect me to burn some paper for you and treat you to a banquet?"

"Fool…"

"We… are merely… the sacrificed pieces on that board…"

"Takamagahara… cannot return…"

"But you… cannot escape either…"

Her voice grew lower and lighter.

As if speaking to Su Ming.

And also like the ramblings of someone on the brink of death.

Pfft—!

The Soul Dagger in Su Ming's hand suddenly dropped.

"Hm?"

"Can't say it?!"

"Then shut up."

Su Ming drew his sword, his gaze cold.

"No matter who it is."

"Dare to speak?"

"I'll crush its teeth!"

Above the ground.

The clump of sludge began to dissipate, turning into countless sakura light specks across the sky.

Tragic and ironic.

This ending…

Still fairly dignified!

On the ground, several items emitting purple and golden light appeared.

The drop rate is moving!

Su Ming bent over.

He skillfully swept the loot straight into the Dimensional Reduction Warehouse.

He didn't even glance at them.

His movements were fluid as clouds and water, fast enough to make one ache.

After doing all that.

Su Ming cast his gaze toward the other end of the battlefield.

There.

It was a slaughter that had long lost any suspense.

With Jinglei and two others joining, the Sakura Country forces who had previously been able to hold out are now half dead and wounded.

That foul‑mouthed onmyoji…

Was snapped at the neck by Shadow Execution, hanging on the broken wall like a limp dead fish.

The ultra‑stylish Liu Sheng Jian Ying had his famed blade shattered into three pieces.

Man…

…is about to break too!

As for the others…

…they're no better.

The overall situation is settled.

Whoosh—!!!

Suddenly, a faint black streak shot up from the pile of corpses!

It's not an attack.

It's a retreat!

"Hm?!"

Jinglei, having just impaled a person with a spear, sensed the movement and whirled around sharply.

"Sakuragi?!"

"That brat has been playing dead all along?!"

Jinglei roared, about to hurl the thunder spear in his hand.

But the distance is too great!

Moreover, Sakuragi's move was clearly a premeditated life‑saving trump card, moving at an absurd speed!

"Can't block…"

Jinglei's heart sank, and he muttered under his breath.

If that guy gets away, it won't affect the overall situation, but he'll remain a hidden threat.

It's like a delicious fish soup with a rat droppings dropped in.

Disgusting!

"Heh."

Yet suddenly, another streak, moving even more irrationally than Sakuragi, chased after.

It was Su Ming!

"If others run, I might just let it be."

"Too lazy to chase."

"But you…"

Golden light surged in Su Ming's eyes.

"Do you really think I came to Sakura Island this time and forgot why I was here?"

Now all this killing, the auctions, the Huangquan dungeons…

…can only be counted as side earnings from this trip.

It's a pleasant surprise.

And his main quest…

…is to find this Sakuragi!

Then.

…snatch that Twelve Heavenly Kings Artifact from his hand!

Wrong.

It should have been mine all along!

"If this ends up with you…"

"Then my OCD, even if I wake up at midnight, I have to slap myself twice!"

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