Chapter 796: Unending Purgatory

Chapter 796: Endless Purgatory

On a dim street, a young figure in a Tang suit strolled leisurely, twirling a string of beads, exuding a relaxed air much like an old man in the capital taking a post-dinner bird walk with his hands clasped behind his back.

Boom—!

Amidst the residential buildings not far away, a roar echoed, accompanied by flashes of fire, and faint screams could be heard.

Sun Bumian glanced over and calmly murmured:

“If disaster doesn't seek me, I won't seek disaster. May good fortune and peace be with me, and everything be safe.”

He calmly held the string of beads and continued walking forward, as if the distant conflict and struggle had nothing to do with him. His back seemed not to blend into the fray but rather to resemble that of a passing stranger.

However, as a familiar ancient murderous aura surged from the distant roar, Sun Bumian's steps faltered.

“Oh? This is...”

He slightly lowered his small round sunglasses, his gaze fixed on the battlefield, his expression gradually becoming nuanced.

“This aura... is it that Spade Six?”

“Damn it, I’ve run into him again? Before he spots me, I should get far away...”

Sun Bumian was about to turn and leave, but after a moment’s thought, he reluctantly stopped. “Constantly hiding isn’t a solution... I really am to blame for this; I almost got him killed last time.”

“We’re both from the Twilight Society’s ‘Six’ generation; we’re bound to run into each other eventually... Why don’t I just use this opportunity to help him out? That would even things out, wouldn’t it?”

Sun Bumian’s initial calm had vanished. He quickly twirled the wooden beads in his hand, as if brainstorming something... After a long struggle, he seemed to make a decision and sighed deeply.

“If disaster doesn't seek me, I won't seek disaster... This time, I owe him.”

Sun Bumian turned and walked towards the battlefield.

Sun Bumian was not belligerent. In his mind, helping Jian Changsheng didn’t necessarily mean fighting. After all, judging by the energy fluctuations, a chaotic battle was underway over there... If he intervened when Jian Changsheng was beaten to the brink of death and simply took him away, he could not only avoid direct combat but also save his life, settling their debt once and for all!

What if Jian Changsheng wasn't near death yet?

Then he would wait until he was beaten to the brink of death!

Sun Bumian’s mental calculations clacked as loudly as the beads in his hand. A smile curved his lips as he carefully climbed an unoccupied building, poking half his head out to gaze at the battlefield...

The next moment, he froze on the spot.

The commercial district, once lined with tall buildings, was now a scene of utter devastation.

Broken wall remnants resembled a stone forest, while raging infernos surged and burned relentlessly. Across the cracked, ruined ground, bloodied corpses lay scattered, their faces frozen in expressions of terror and ferocity.

Amidst the flames, a blood-soaked figure slowly withdrew a broken steel bar, resembling a longsword, from a body’s chest...

Jian Changsheng’s lips parted slightly, a hot stream of air drifting from his mouth, his face as cold as frost in the flickering flames.

“The seventh...”

Jian Changsheng kicked the corpse away, his single hand gripping the blood-soaked steel bar, his sharp gaze slowly scanning the surroundings like a lone wolf searching for prey.

“Are there more? Come on!!”

These five words exploded like thunder above the battlefield. Even though Jian Changsheng was riddled with wounds and looked as if a gust of wind could knock him over, his voice grew increasingly powerful, utterly dominant!

For a moment, the air throughout the entire street seemed to freeze.

“This guy... he’s still fighting even in this state?”

“What’s his name again? Jian Wubing? I’ve never heard of this person before.”

“Yeah, ever since he killed the third person, I thought he was about to collapse... But the more he killed, the fiercer he became. Duels, encirclement, assassination, sneak attacks – every method was tried, yet he counter-killed them one by one.”

“Is he faking it, or is he really severely injured?”

“His internal organs were almost split in two; how could it be fake??”

“So, in that case... is he really at the end of his rope this time? We can definitely kill him this round?”

“Even an iron man would be exhausted after so many successive sneak attacks. I feel like he’s just bluffing now... We thought this guy was a pushover, but who knew he was so strong? If we let him escape this time, once he recovers, he’ll be a major threat in the competition for the Heavenly Star position!”

“Strike him while he’s down! No matter what! Attack!!”

As the words fell, two more figures struck simultaneously, like sharp arrows erupting from the darkness, heading straight for Jian Changsheng's vital points without any warning.

Their attack positions were incredibly tricky, entirely within Jian Changsheng's blind spots. They whistled through the air, and just as their weapons were about to touch Jian Changsheng’s body, his figure vanished into thin air!

One of them paused in surprise.

Immediately after, as if sensing something, he violently swung his blade upwards!

A single drop of blood was sliced in two by the blade in mid-air... yet no one’s figure was seen.

Before he could react, over a dozen blood drops mysteriously hovered around him. One of these blood drops instantly transformed into a black-clad, blood-red phantom, its five fingers pressing onto his chest like lightning!

The next moment, Jian Changsheng’s five fingers clenched simultaneously!

“Shatter.”

Bang—!!

Five bolts of lightning flashed as his fingers clenched, and the man was instantly blasted into five pieces, scattering in different directions!

Blood splattered like fireworks blossoming in the air. Jian Changsheng casually plunged the steel bar into the ground, then with his other hand, he lightly beckoned to the blood. It swiftly coalesced into a crimson longsword, settling firmly into his palm.

His companion instantly obliterated, the other attacker was stunned. He had thought Jian Changsheng was at the end of his rope, but he never expected such terrifying combat power...

No, that's not right...

The combat power he was displaying now was several times greater than when he first started!

“Is this... a Domain??”

Even the dullest attacker would have realized something was amiss by now, because ever since Jian Changsheng instantly killed the eighth person, his aura had surged again... A murderous aura, almost materializing, drifted from his side, gradually outlining a sun behind him...

A black sun.

This black sun of murderous aura was currently only a silhouette. From afar, it resembled the halos suspended behind divine statues, except the black halo behind Jian Changsheng held no sacred aura; instead, it was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression!

Having killed eight people in a row, his demeanor now was drastically different from when he first entered the old district.

Jian Changsheng’s body, heaving like bellows, breathed softly. With a black divine ring behind him, holding the crimson longsword in one hand, he walked step by step towards the ninth attacker...

His low voice slowly rang out:

“Welcome to my... Endless Purgatory.”