182: Chapter 182 The roles of host and guest are reversed, and the world collapses.

"Let me show you."

"What a true god is!"

The moment Su Chen's voice fell.

His eyes, originally pitch-black, suddenly erupted with a blinding, extreme scarlet light!

This blood-red light, like two divine swords piercing the darkness, instantly traversed the entire dim dream world!

In his left eye, three ink-black tomoe frantically intertwined and collided at a frequency that transcended physical limits! Finally, they locked firmly into place!

A blood-red hexagram, extremely eerie and exuding an aura of endless destruction and annihilation, suddenly bloomed in Su Chen's left pupil!

[Mangekyo Sharingan]!

"Boom — — — — !!!"

The instant this blood-red hexagram formed!

A Divine-Grade ocular power that could not be described by any human language!

Like an ancient galaxy bursting its banks in the Universe!

Swept out from Su Chen's left eye with a roar!

This power had no physical form, yet it carried an absolute tyranny that crushed all high-dimensional Laws. It was extremely savage and unreasonable!

It struck directly against the spatial barrier of this "Scorching Hell"!

"Crack... crackle, crackle!"

A hair-raising sound of shattering suddenly echoed in mid-air.

The Abyss Great Demon, floating in the sky, abruptly stopped laughing. Nightmare's massive demon eyes instantly widened in shock!

What did he see?!

In the sky, those blood-red clouds, originally thick and set by him to be indestructible, the moment they touched that Divine-Grade ocular power!

Were like a piece of low-quality glass smashed by a heavy sledgehammer! With a muffled "bang," they were directly torn into countless tiny fragments!

That wasn't all! The boundless sea of fire beneath his feet, churning with scorching bubbles, also stopped boiling under the sweep of this terrifying pressure!

"Crack! Rumble!" Deep, bottomless black spatial rifts, exuding an aura of nothingness, spread and tore across the surface of the magma like a dense spider web!

The entire S-Grade Talent dream world was collapsing and disintegrating inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"What... what is happening?!" Nightmare let out a terrified roar, "How could my dream world shatter?!"

The massive refined steel pillar, burning red-hot, that bound Su Chen, along with those thick iron chains wrapped in abyssal black flames, could not withstand the impact of the Mangekyo ocular power for even a second.

"Clatter!" They turned directly into a pile of meaningless gray ash and scattered with the wind.

The bindings were instantly released.

Su Chen landed extremely steadily on a piece of spatial debris that had not yet collapsed. He calmly brushed off the hem of his black trench coat and tucked his hands back into his pockets.

Su Chen slightly lifted his head. His left eye, flashing with the blood-red hexagram, looked at the Great Demon in mid-air with endless coldness and mockery.

"What did you do!!!" Nightmare roared hysterically, his voice filled with unconcealable panic. "This is my S-Grade Talent! This is my absolute Domain!"

"Repair! Repair it for me!"

Nightmare frantically channeled the Mental Energy within his body. He desperately tried to use his authority as the "Dream Master" to fill the spatial rifts and re-condense the sea of fire.

However, the collapsing world around him showed no reaction!

"How is this possible!" Real fear finally welled up in Nightmare's demon eyes.

"Gravity Distortion! Crush him to death!" He pointed at Su Chen, issuing orders like a madman.

No fierce wind. No heavy pressure. Not even a corner of Su Chen's clothes fluttered.

"Pain Amplification! One thousand times! Ten thousand times!" Nightmare desperately waved his massive demon claws, attempting to forcibly mobilize the underlying Laws of this space to torture Su Chen.

Still, there was no effect.

The entire dream world seemed to have completely severed its connection with him! His "Creator" privileges, where words became Law, had failed!

Completely and utterly failed!

"What... what kind of power is this?!" Nightmare looked at his trembling giant demon claws, his voice completely cracking and changing pitch, like an old hen being choked.

"Why is my dream space out of control! Why can't I control it anymore!"

In the center of this frantically collapsing world, Su Chen stood where he was, a sneer of extreme coldness curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Control?"

Su Chen's voice was not loud, but it drowned out the deafening roar of the collapsing world, striking Nightmare's Soul like a tolling bell.

"In front of a true god,"

"Do you even deserve to talk about control?"

Su Chen's gaze was like a knife, cruelly piercing into the depths of the Great Demon's Soul.

"Your low-level permissions, those pieces of junk,"

"have already been completely stripped away by me."

Boom! An extremely savage, high-dimensional Yin Release will, like an invisible giant sword capable of severing the heavens,

cleanly and tyrannically cut off the last shred of the underlying connection between Nightmare and this dream space with a single strike!

The roles of host and guest had undergone an ultimate reversal, turning the world upside down in just a single second!

The Creator of this world had changed!

"No! This is impossible! This is my Domain!" Nightmare let out a terrified scream like a stray dog.

As the last shred of control was forcibly stripped away, Nightmare realized with horror that he could no longer maintain this massive demon body!

"Crack!"

The pair of massive demon wings on his back, which blotted out the sky, suddenly let out an ear-piercing tearing sound.

"My wings!" Nightmare turned his head to look, his eyes splitting with rage.

The massive wings were like rotten wood weathered for a thousand years, beginning to crack and crumble inch by inch!

"Whoosh — —" The wings turned into countless black ashes, rapidly dissipating in the turbulent flow of the collapsing space!

Not just the wings. The dark red Abyssal scales on his body, which he was so proud of and which were incredibly hard, also began to fall off in large chunks like peeling wall plaster!

"Don't! Stop it! Stop it!" Nightmare frantically clawed at his own body, attempting to stop the collapse of his physical form.

But it was all a futile struggle.

His body was rapidly shrinking! From fifty zhang to ten zhang! From ten zhang to a few zhang!

The demon's aura vanished completely!

He felt as if he had been pulled down from a high and invincible divine altar, by an invisible, despair-inducing hand of a god that had grabbed his ankle tightly!

Then, extremely violently and ruthlessly, he was dragged down into the bottomless abyss of the Soul, from which he could never rise again!

"Aaaaaah — — !!!"

Nightmare let out a scream of extreme misery. This sound was filled with the extreme fear and despair of falling from the divine altar!

As his demon body fell apart, he completely lost the ability to stay airborne.

Like a meteor that had lost its power, he plummeted straight down into the collapsing sea of fire below!

"Bang!" With a muffled thud, he slammed heavily onto a piece of shattering obsidian slab.

The demon body had completely disappeared.

He turned back into that gaunt, hunched, blind old man with upturned white eyes! He lay on the ground in a pathetic state, covered in ashes.

"Giggle..." Nightmare was shivering violently all over. He dug his hands into the ground so hard that he didn't even notice his fingernails breaking.

He struggled to lift his hollow white eyes, looking ahead in sheer terror.

Amidst the fragments of the collapsing world,

Su Chen, with his hands in his trench coat pockets,

was walking slowly toward him as if walking on flat ground, stepping on the floating spatial fragments.

"Tap." "Tap."

The crisp footsteps were like a countdown to the approach of death.

The blood-red hexagram in Su Chen's left eye was like a blood-red moon of death hanging high in the Nine Heavens. It carried endless coldness and cruelty.

Su Chen stopped and looked down from above at this ace assassin, who was now limp like mud.

"Why aren't you laughing?"

Su Chen's voice lacked even a trace of human warmth. "Where did that grandeur of yours go?"

Nightmare's teeth were chattering uncontrollably. He felt an extreme fear originating from the deepest depths of his Soul, something he had never experienced in his life.

In front of this eighteen-year-old boy's eye, his S-Grade Talent that he was proud of, and his identity as a top-tier assassin, were absolutely nothing!

"You... what kind of Demonic Technique did you use..." Nightmare's voice was hoarse, like a dying old dog with its neck stepped on. "This is impossible... How could a human have this kind of Mental Energy..."

Su Chen slowly bent down.

That handsome, cold face leaned close to Nightmare. A curve of extreme cruelty appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Already scared? Don't worry."

Su Chen's voice was like the tolling of a funeral bell in the deepest Hell.

"The old world has collapsed. Next."

The hexagram in Su Chen's eyes suddenly rotated in reverse!

"Welcome to."

"My world."