The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

"It's done!"

Overjoyed, Ningning pointed her folding fan and several white ribbons wrapped around Su Qiong's limbs like venomous snakes.

She was held firmly in place.

Su Qiong tried to struggle, but the toxin was too potent, not only numbing her nerves but also frantically eroding her internal organs.

She coughed up a mouthful of black blood with a loud "whoosh".

The crimson Asura phantom behind him began to flicker, as if it might dissipate at any moment.

Jiang Shu was pushed to her limit. With Su Qiong severely injured, the backlash from the mental connection caused the little girl's eyes to roll back and she fainted. The [Heavenly Revelation Codex] lost its luster and fell to the ground with a thud.

Without the boost from the support, Su Qiong's aura plummeted instantly.

"Huff... huff..."

Shadow Stream Gun Saint gasped for breath, his eyes filled with malice as he looked at the restrained Su Qiong.

Her face was contorted with a grimace of relief: "Go ahead and hit me! Hit me again! Aren't you so tough? You crazy woman!"

He limped forward, drew his katana from his waist, and pressed the tip of the blade against Su Qiong's throat.

Ningning also drifted down in the rain, her beautiful face filled with resentment: "You almost made the three of us Quasi-Saints fall into your hands, Su Qiong, you have every right to be proud. But... this is where it ends."

"Cough cough..."

Although Su Qiong couldn't move, a mocking smile still lingered on her lips. "Three against one... and I even crippled one of them... You guys... you're truly useless. Opening the door for useless people... you're utterly useless..."

"Still being stubborn even when death is imminent!"

Ningning trembled with rage in the rain: "Kill her! Cut off her head and hang it on the warship's flagpole!"

Shadow Stream Spear Saint grinned and raised his katana high.

However, at this critical moment...

An unprecedented sense of terror and unease enveloped everyone present without warning.

That killing intent didn't come from the ground.

It came from above, from the sky above where dark clouds were rolling.

"Buzz—"

The air let out a mournful cry of unbearable pressure.

Su Qiong struggled to lift her eyelids and saw a dazzling golden light shooting into the sky from the largest Japanese warship in the distance.

The light was so dazzling, and so deadly, that it could kill with just a glance.

It felt like my eyeballs were being pricked with needles.

That was an arrow.

An arrow formed entirely from the golden power of rules.

It has no physical form, yet it is heavier than any physical entity in the world.

The space around the arrow was constantly collapsing and reforming, making crackling and popping sounds.

Its target was none other than Su Qiong, who was already at her last gasp.

"The Saint... has made his move?"

Su Qiong's heart sank.

She knew all too well what this power meant.

A ninth-tier saint is an existence who has mastered the power of the complete rules.

They are worlds apart from those quasi-saints who merely borrow the superficial rules.

If it were during their prime, with Jiang Shu's assistance...

She might still be able to fight back desperately.

but now……

"You really think highly of me..."

Su Qiong gave a bitter laugh and closed her eyes.

Faced with an attack of this level, dodging is pointless. That arrow has already locked onto her fate, and no matter where she flees to, she will be hit.

"Die, Valkyrie of Sherlock!"

A cold whisper came from the distant warship.

call out--!

Golden light pierced through the heavens and earth, moving faster than the mind could process.

One second it was still on the horizon, the next it was already close to Su Qiong's brow.

The terrifying heat didn't even touch the skin.

It had already charred the stray hairs on Su Qiong's forehead.

Shadow Stream Gun Saint and Rain Ningning had long since fled in terror, hiding far away, fearing they would be pulverized by the aftershocks of the Saint's attack.

The scent of death has never been so clear.

Just as the golden arrow was about to pierce Su Qiong's head...

"boom!!"

A dull, loud bang, like the gates of hell being suddenly pushed open.

The air, which was originally filled with the smell of blood and salty seawater, suddenly had a putrid, cold, yet solemn scent.

Large, thick clumps of black mist exploded in front of Su Qiong without warning.

The black mist was not ethereal smoke or dust, but countless tiny bone fragments and souls, invisible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, an enormous, house-sized, skeletal hand emerged from the void.

Ghostly green flames flickered around the skeletal hand.

In his palm he held a heavy, despair-inducing white bone tower shield.

"Thump—!!!"

The golden arrow slammed into the white bone tower shield.

For a moment, the world seemed to go deaf.

The golden light and the black death aura collided violently at the point of contact, annihilating each other.

The clash between rules doesn't result in flashy explosions, but rather in the most fundamental mutual devouring.

The space shattered inch by inch, like a mirror.

It revealed the dark void turbulence behind it.

That deadly arrow, capable of instantly killing any quasi-saint, seemed to sink into a quagmire after penetrating three inches into the White Bone Tower Shield, unable to move an inch.

The golden light above was tightly bound and devoured by countless dead souls, finally emitting a resentful hum.

Dissipate completely.

"Wh...what?!"

The Shadow Stream Gun Saint, hiding in the distance, and Ningning in the rain almost popped their eyes out.

A saint's strike... was blocked?

How is this possible?!

The black mist slowly dissipated.

Su Qiong opened her eyes in surprise, looking at the mountain-like wall of white bones blocking her way.

Feeling that familiar and reassuring scent, her tense nerves finally relaxed.

"You bastard... you finally decided to do it... if you had come a second later, you would have been left only to collect my corpse..."

"Collect corpses? That depends on whether the King of Hell dares to take my people."

A slightly hoarse yet domineering voice came from mid-air.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

A dozen meters above Su Qiong's head, a throne made entirely of the skulls of countless unknown creatures had appeared out of nowhere.

The throne hovered in the black mist, emanating a suffocating pressure of death.

And sitting on that throne was a man wearing a tattered black trench coat.

He crossed his legs, propped his chin up with one hand, and fiddled with a half-smoked cigar in the other.

His gaze was languid and cold as he looked down at the battlefield below.

It was none other than Lin Yuan, the ninth-tier Saint of the Divine Xia Empire—the Undead Monarch!

The earth-shattering blow he had just delivered seemed like a trivial joke to him.

He didn't even move his buttocks, he just waved his hand.

Those terrifying skeletal creations retreated into the void like obedient hunting dogs.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the people of Japan are still the same as always."

Lin Yuan exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt: "You beat up the young one, and now the old one comes. If the old one can't win, do you have to go home, dig up the ancestral graves, and bring out the ancestors?"

"You're not afraid of being laughed at for ambushing a young girl? Or is your so-called Bushido spirit essentially just shamelessness?"