Tang Dao: Ghost Hong was stabbed into the ground at an angle. Zhou Su reached out and gripped the hilt—the feel of it in his hand was perfect. Surrounded by yaksha ghosts, only a weapon in his grasp granted him even a sliver of safety.He drew the blade. The sword trembled faintly, as if expressing its excitement.In a moment of haziness, Zhou Su felt himself and the blade merge—its body becoming an extension of his arm.Ordinarily, a swordsman would need years of training to achieve this. Zhou Su reached it easily through the crimson book’s fusion ability.Two ghostly figures leapt simultaneously—the yaksha ghosts launching a front-and-back pincer strike. Their targets were his throat and his back. Both were kill-in-one-blow attacks.Zhou Su’s muscles tensed instinctively. Before this, he would have panicked—he’d grown up in peaceful times, his combat experience near zero.But in this instant, his thoughts moved like lightning. Dozens of evasive movements flashed through his mind, and he instinctively chose the most efficient.He ducked and twisted his torso.Such a simple motion—but it let him evade both strikes and keep his center balanced, allowing an immediate counter.“How did I do that?” Zhou Su froze for a heartbeat.The dodge had been crisp, practiced—like something he’d rehearsed ten thousand times.“And where did this knowledge even come from?” he realized abruptly.Then his pupils widened. He knew the answer—it came from that blood-red dream.In that dream, he became the Headless White General. These were the General’s slaughtering instincts.Countless thoughts raced through his mind in an instant. Though it felt long, only a moment passed in reality.This “lightning-thought”—the old Zhou Su had never possessed it.He immediately understood how powerful it was. In combat or in any crisis, its value was immeasurable.No wonder the Headless General, when facing theft, could construct such a tight plan in such a short time.“Who said the Headless General was bad? He’s incredible!” Zhou Su couldn’t help but sigh.But he didn’t yet realize—the benefits from that dream of slaughter went far beyond this.Zhou Su instinctively swung backward—The two yaksha ghosts who had just struck were in the instant between spent force and gathering new strength, their bodies filled with openings. The perfect moment to strike… These insights rose naturally within Zhou Su’s mind.Blade-light burst forth like thunder.The slash was astonishingly powerful. The yaksha ghost’s throat—and its tough cowhide neck guard—split open. Zhou Su barely felt any resistance.Of course, that was also due to the sharpness of Tang Dao: Ghost Hong.Zhou Su’s heart shook. He had never imagined a sword strike could feel this smooth—his muscles coordinating with perfect precision, force flowing like water into the edge.“It’s because the shadow of the Headless General left behind muscle memory when it controlled my body!”Zhou Su instantly understood the cause and effect. He suddenly realized this was an enormous opportunity.If he could internalize this muscle memory before it faded…Zhou Su’s eyes burned brighter and brighter. He slashed, cut, thrust, advanced—his movements growing round, fluid, intoxicating.He felt as though he had become the Headless General again. Killing was something he could do without thought.The yaksha ghosts attacked from all directions. Zhou Su, of course, could not achieve the General’s “no-injury mowing.”Wounds quickly appeared all over him. None were fatal, but accumulated, they threatened to collapse his body.“I can’t keep going like this!”Zhou Su hated to abandon this chance to “comprehend the blade in battle,” but he understood he had to escape.His soul power was nearly drained.The raven-swarm soul-devouring during fusion, the struggle against the shadow—both had consumed enormous soul force.Now the yaksha ghosts’ wounds had become the final straw.He couldn’t hold on much longer.Even death-and-rebirth wouldn’t help. Rebirth depended on spare soul force.And at this state, the moment he revived, his body would be mostly overtaken by inner demons.The Heart-Clearing Jade Pendant was nearly depleted. He had no retreat left.“This might be my only chance to escape this cage.”Zhou Su forced himself forward, breaking through the yaksha ghosts’ encirclement—but paid the price: a slash nearly split his back open.Breaking out only bought a breath of respite. And in that precious moment, Zhou Su looked upward.High above, dozens of black cracks tore across the iron-gray sky like a monster’s claws.He wasn’t suddenly in the mood to admire scenery—he had discovered this space’s secret.The more yaksha ghosts he killed, the more cracks appeared. And from those cracks, he felt increasing suction.That was clearly the exit.The high sky was normally untouchable. The Headless General had hidden the entrance there by exploiting that assumption.“Please…” Zhou Su whispered to the blade in his hand.In the unseen depths, black currents like ribbons flowed into the sword—remnants of the yaksha ghosts’ souls.Soul-Devouring—one of Tang Dao: Ghost Hong’s three abilities.It could consume the souls of slain targets, convert them into pure soul force, and store them within the blade.That soul force could advance the sword—or be unleashed when needed.Black flames rose from the blade. They held no heat—only biting cold.Veins bulged across Zhou Su’s right hand like gnarled tree roots. He nearly lost his grip. The soul force flooding the sword was a raging tide.“Still not enough!” Zhou Su inhaled sharply and gripped the blade with both hands.He had only one chance—and had to give everything.The black flame surged higher, engulfing him. He drew upon all the soul power stored in the blade.The Headless General, as the sword’s previous owner, could use its powers. And thanks to his slaughter of countless yaksha ghosts, enough soul force had been accumulated. Otherwise, the next technique would have been impossible.With a roar, Zhou Su swung the sword. Black flames surged, forming a massive arc of black blade-light that cleaved toward the cracks in the heavens.Soul Radiance—Tang Dao: Ghost Hong’s second ability, unleashing stored soul force as blade-light.The more soul force consumed, the stronger the attack.The crescent arc struck the sky like a falling meteor. The heavens shuddered violently. Cracks multiplied at shocking speed until the entire sky resembled shattered glass.Zhou Su collapsed to one knee, panting raggedly. The yaksha ghosts surged toward him again—but he had no strength left. His limit was reached.Yet there was no fear on his face—only a faint smile.Because he knew he had succeeded.A heartbeat later, the fractured sky exploded. A pitch-black void opened before him. A powerful suction ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) seized him—and he was swallowed into the darkness.

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