Super Righteous Player-Chapter 1273 - 303: The Death of the Decadent Husband

The massive demon god suddenly spouted an intensely vibrant, glowing pink blood, shimmering as if fluorescent.

Like the blood from a macabre tableau, laced with an eerie luminescence.

"You insolent wretch—"

Only then did the demon god’s mouth, newly revealed, unleash an enraged roar.

It was no longer the enigmatic reverberation that had echoed through the void; it lacked divinity, diminished to nothing more than the deafening cry of a giant.

Yet the black-and-white shockwaves unleashed by that cry instantly pulverized the surrounding buildings into dust, nearly shattering Jiu’er’s already fragile, tempest-torn body.

The flames enshrouding her flickered weakly, almost extinguished. Cracks formed across her body, sharp and crystalline, like the spiderweb fractures of safety glass shattered upon impact, like frozen fissures on a fractured phone screen.

—However, at that very moment.

Just as Fufu’s mouth opened wide, an arrow of light, silent as a falling star, streaked forth.

It anticipated Fufu’s opening, plunging straight into the gaping maw of the towering demon god.

A cone-shaped mist of pink blood erupted from the back of Fufu’s skull in a magnificent spray.

It splattered across the enormous moon above.

—Indeed.

The enormous moon was nothing but an illusion—

Soon after, the moon’s surface began to crack, splintering under an intricate web of fractures.

The arrow of light nearly obliterated the moon!

The one who fired this divine arrow was none other than Defu herself, long-since reunited with her true form!

Meanwhile, the blood flames engulfing Jiu’er were on the verge of dying out.

Exhausted from her single, desperate blow, she began to plummet, powerless.

As the three grotesque black demon hands split from Fufu’s essence reached toward Jiu’er, massive and gnarled—

—Annan appeared before her.

The Goddess of Light behind him cradled Jiu’er tenderly with one hand, while the other transformed into a radiant sword of light, severing the demon hands lined up in a single instant!

His noble facade gently returned Jiu’er to the sanctuary of the barrier behind him, but Annan’s true form took a different course—he stepped forward.

"Under the moon. Neither hearing. Nor seeing. Nor speaking."

With each word Annan uttered, he took another deliberate step forward.

"Holding the chess piece. The blossom. The wings. The infinite.

"—How utterly devoid of divinity you are, to the extent that you must meticulously engineer your demon god form, just to approach godhood."

Annan halted in front of Fufu.

He did not even lift his head to look up at Fufu.

He did not transform into a dragon.

Nor did he grow to a titanic size resembling Fufu or become a giant of light.

He merely transferred the staff in his left hand to his right.

Calmly, he stepped forward and threw a punch—

The Valkyrie behind him had already turned and simultaneously mirrored his motion, throwing her left fist upward.

Faced with an opponent seven times her size, she punched against the void.

—And yet, Fufu quailed.

The three hands meant to shield his eyes and ears, which protected his vital areas while enhancing his godliness, all extended toward the Goddess of Light in different directions simultaneously.

Each hand was as large as Annan’s noble facade behind him.

But the left fist of Annan’s noble facade met the first hand in an explosive collision.

The next moment, the hand shattered into fragments.

"Victory."

Annan proclaimed, "If it is fist versus fist, one’s own must always be heavier. If it is breath versus breath, one’s own will inevitably smother the opponent’s..."

Throwing another punch, he shattered the second hand, which had shifted from fist to palm, into pieces.

"When racing against speed, one must always run faster; when competing in wisdom, one must always think one step deeper. If two fight to their deaths, only the true victor will rise again."

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Annan threw his left fist, striking it squarely.

This time, it did not shatter; instead, Annan held his punching stance, sliding two or three meters backward, the ground beneath him fracturing under the pressure.

And yet, Annan was unafraid.

"As long as you continuously match your opponent blow for blow, the key to victory will always be to have ’just a little more strength.’"

The corner of his mouth curved upward. "Truly, only ’a little more’..."

Fufu’s fist recoiled from Annan’s blow.

Just as he reached to attack again, he was struck at once by the left fist of Annan’s elevated noble facade above and the left fist of Annan’s radiant true form below, shattering into fragments.

—But it was this "little bit" of advantage.

If seized in time, it could lead straight to victory.

"But you... do you truly dare to meet your adversary head-on?"

Annan posed the question.

Fufu, bereft of six hands and two wings, crumbled to the ground with a thunderous crash.

But Annan showed no mercy, throwing another punch downward.

At the instant his fist connected with the demon god’s body, cracks spiderwebbed across it.

Shattering more thoroughly than Jiu’er had.

"No, you do not,"

Annan answered himself. "Because you are unfit to claim victory.

"You are a being despised by victory itself."

With that, he threw yet another punch.

This time, the blow did not land on Fufu but toward the void itself.

The black-and-white domain shattered instantly.

Like bullet-cracked bulletproof glass, fractures exploded outward from the point of Annan’s punch, spreading throughout the monochrome plane in an instant. Over sixty percent of the black-and-white world collapsed.

The remaining fragments were all tethered to the gargantuan moon.

As the laws of "Eternity" disintegrated, Annan ascended once more.

He soared high into the heavens, gazing down upon the fractured, crumbling "Jade Hermit Crane," his expression devoid of emotion.

There was no sneer, nor pity.

He spoke softly: "Look.

"’With wings of wisdom, I soar above the heavens.’ But you are as insignificant as an ant.

"—Even in this final battle, you resort to cheating."

The Jade Hermit Crane.

It spread out from Fufu’s essence, enough to make anyone believe it was Fufu’s true demon god form at first glance.

But it was merely a "puppet."

Yet Annan raised the Trident of the Sirens, gently pointing it toward the enormous, shattered moon stained with pink blood.

"This is the real you,"

Annan declared. "Hiding within falsehoods, unwilling to reveal your true self even in death, unable to fight fairly... a coward.

"You will never be worthy of [Victory]."

He raised his left fist, not employing any force.

With a motion as playful as a child’s, he gently tapped the moon.

The already fractured moon, stained with pink blood, seemed utterly unresponsive.

And yet, it began to creak, bleeding.

—Drip.

A single drop of blood fell from its underside.

That was genuine "blood."

Dark crimson, unremarkable, carrying only the scent of iron... ordinary blood.

Thick and viscous, the blood dripped steadily downward, pooling on the ground into a small puddle.

When the blood touched the remains of the Jade Crane, it finally lost its divine essence, reverting to mortal form.

As the colossal moon shattered like broken glass and crumbled, the entire black-and-white world, including its night sky—simultaneously and entirely—turned to dust.