The Purgatory Calamity-Chapter 80 - 67 The Outcast of the Cultivation World_1

Chapter 80: Chapter 67: The Outcast of the Cultivation World_1

Chapter 80 -67: The Outcast of the Cultivation World_1

The eternal daylight of Bagua City.

On a spacious street leading to the city center, Jian Yaoyang moved like a ghost, his feet treading on fragmented stardust, as he returned from the front.

“Hoo!”

Lin Quanshan emerged from a stone building and stood in the middle of the street, looking at Jian Yaoyang from a dozen zhang away.

Neither spoke.

Jian Yaoyang gestured with his hands, pointing to the stone buildings on both sides of the street between them.

He was signaling to Lin Quanshan that his mad rush forward didn’t reveal their target, suggesting the enemy was hiding in one of the stone buildings between them.

Lin Quanshan quickly caught on, nodding in understanding.

Jian Yaoyang took his position on the forward corner of the street, indicating that Lin Quanshan should inform the others to continue searching from building to building.

Lin Quanshan turned and went to another building.

Out of Jian Yaoyang’s sight, atop a tower-shaped stone building, a window was pushed open from the inside.

Leaning against the window, Li Jie, who had just bid farewell to Pang Jian and others at the north gate, was sucking at green fruit juice from a liuli bottle with a reed straw, watching the hunting operation of Jian Yaoyang and his companions with great interest.

“Who knows which deer will fall.”

He grinned, his eyes shining with the light of someone enjoying a spectacle.

After killing two from the Blood Moon and the Raging Sun Sect with a Spiritual Artifact, he had sensed the presence of Jian Yaoyang and his group hiding in the dark while continuing forward.

Only because the two died so horribly and swiftly did the seven who intended to ambush him dare not reveal themselves.

Li Jie hadn’t hurried away precisely because he knew Pang Jian and others were still at the north gate. He had wanted to see what would happen when the two groups met, not expecting them to part without incident after a conversation.

Just as he felt the situation was getting dull and was about to leave, he noticed a change in events.

“Seven on one side, five on the other. In terms of numbers, the seven have the advantage, and their realms are also a bit higher.”

Sipping green fruit juice, Li Jie chuckled and analyzed, “But you can’t rely solely on numbers and realm. Among those five, there’s a woman who’s really unusual, her body contains the aura of a Strange Soul.”

His presence was completely unknown to Jian Yaoyang and the others.

At the forefront of the street, Jian Yaoyang grew somewhat impatient as he watched Lin Quanshan and the rest search each stone building.

With the towering buildings on both sides of the street, some with one or two floors, others with three or four, searching floor by floor was extremely time-consuming, and he was concerned that more people might arrive later.

After pondering for a moment, Jian Yaoyang cleared his throat gently, straightened his clothing, and took a polite stance in the middle of the street. Then he suddenly shouted out, “Junior Sister Ning, are you nearby?”

With his call, Lin Quanshan and the others immediately understood that he had grown impatient, so they all paused in their actions.

Someone was hiding inside a stone building, while someone else stepped out, appearing on the street.

“We’re here.”

Suddenly, from a three-story stone building between Jian Yaoyang and Lin Quanshan, came a crisp and pleasant response: “Brother Jian, we found something. Do you want to come and take a look?”

Jian Yaoyang’s eyes suddenly brightened, and he replied with a smile, “Yes, I was just about to discuss something with you.”

Those from the Star River Alliance who were inside the building immediately walked out quietly, and Jian Yaoyang winked at Lin Quanshan. They made their way towards the stone building from which Luo Hongyan’s voice came.

The other six quickly gathered close.

Having a definite target, they soon stood in front of the three-story stone building, eyeing the tightly closed door and the plaque over it—Peace Inn.

Jian Yaoyang had previously checked, knowing that the buildings on both sides of the street were mostly shops, taverns, and inns.

Places like the Peace Inn were plentiful.

“We were delayed for a while. We thought you had left first, Brother Jian.”

Luo Hongyan said softly from inside.

Jian Yaoyang didn’t reply immediately but signaled to Lin Quanshan and the others to keep a stance ready to forcefully enter—

—he didn’t plan on waiting until he was inside the building to strike.

He also motioned to Lin Quanshan and Qiu Li, the most extreme among them, to watch over the windows on both sides.

The others understood and took their places.

“We discussed some matters, so we were also delayed…”

Seeing that everyone was in position, Jian Yaoyang finally responded in a gentle tone.

But he only got halfway through his sentence when his left hand on the door radiated blinding stardust, and a surge of immense power was immediately channeled into it.

“Boom!”

The heavy stone door didn’t shatter but was still pushed open by him.

At first glance, he saw at the far end of the dim room a wooden table covered with many glittering bottles and jars, a pile of crystal clear Spirit Jade, and a few ancient books.

Jian Yaoyang’s breathing became slightly rapid.

Luo Hongyan, who seemed panic-stricken, stood beside the table, shocked, “Brother Jian, you…”

Jian Yaoyang didn’t waste time on words and rushed in, with the four people behind him following immediately.

“Bang!”

Before he could fully adjust to the darkness inside, Jian Yaoyang suddenly saw a large, shiny, spherical object rolling across the flagstone floor towards him, carrying a heavy force.

“Sss, sss!”

Many steel needles, like spearheads, flew out from within the shiny sphere, shooting towards them.

Jian Yaoyang was stunned for a moment, only then attempting to dodge, when he realized he was trapped by tables and chairs on both sides.

He cursed under his breath.

Quickly drawing his delicate Spirit Sword, he activated the Spirit Spells of the Star River Alliance, casting a bright constellation ahead to block the incoming needles.

“There’s an ambush!”

Jian Yaoyang managed to scream just in time.

But before he could turn his head, he saw long spears and icy long blades suddenly flying from the gaps beside the tables and chairs.

“Thud! Thud, thud!”

The two behind him collided with two others as they stumbled backward, and they were immediately pierced by the chilling spears and cold blades.

Just then!

“Whoosh!”

Bright light suddenly burst forth from the second floor, a mirror shining a brilliant glare on the faces of the people who were just about to adapt to the darkness.

While they were blinded, a puff of powder mist floated over, and they accidentally inhaled a few breaths, which immediately made their heads dizzy, and their throats burned with a piercing pain.

“Toxic powder!”

“Despicable!”

“Ning, we have no grudge against each other, why resort to such means?”

Understanding his doom, Jian Yaoyang wailed in grief and could not help but furiously accuse her.

“No need for any grudges, I just want to kill you.”

As Luo Hongyan lightly chuckled with pursed lips, she saw that in the narrow passage between tables and chairs, four men consecutively fell into pools of blood under the relentless hacking and stabbing of Pang Jian and Zhou Qingchen.

“Jian!”

Knowing that things were not looking good, Lin Quanshan shouted loudly from a window outside.

“Pfft!”

A sharp long spear suddenly shot out from the window that could only be opened from the inside, directly penetrating Lin Quanshan’s neck.

Qiu Li, at the other window, turned her head and saw a long spear protruding from Lin Quanshan’s neck.

She was so frightened that her soul nearly left her body. Hearing the desperate and indignant cries of Jian Yaoyang, she dared not think anymore and turned to run towards the street outside.

Pang Jian, who assassinated Lin Quanshan, withdrew his Dragon Pattern Spear with one pull and simply pushed open the window and jumped out.

In the wide street, he pushed off with his feet, his spiritual power flowing unceasingly along his four meridians, pouring into the center of his feet.

“Boom!”

With one stomp on the ground, he soared several meters into the air like a soaring eagle, pursuing Qiu Li.

Qiu Li, who was running, turned her head and saw the cold-faced Pang Jian, with spear in hand, coming to kill her midair, and quickly took out a Black Wood Shield Armor to defend herself.

“Bang!”

An avalanche-like force erupted, the Dragon Pattern Spear unreasonably blasting the hard-as-iron Black Wood Shield Armor into pieces.

Under this fierce strike, Qiu Li, whose Black Wood Shield Armor shattered, was also pierced through the heart by the Dragon Pattern Spear, and died.

“Thud!”

Qiu Li fell to the ground face up, with the Dragon Pattern Spear still embedded in her chest, regretting in her final moments that she shouldn’t have harbored killing intent, should not have fought against her own sect.

Too late, though.

Pang Jian, who had killed Qiu Li, didn’t hesitate to pull out the Dragon Pattern Spear, his cold eyes settling on a tower-like stone building in the distance.

When he was in mid-air just now, he had noticed that Li Jie, who had left earlier, was complacently watching him from within the stone building.

“Cough, cough!”

Li Jie, who had choked on Green Fruit Juice, saw Pang Jian making a move to kill him, and hastily explained, “I’m not familiar with them; we’re not together; you mustn’t misunderstand.”

He could never have imagined that Jian Yaoyang and the others, with the advantage in numbers and strength, would actually be defeated.

And that it would collapse almost instantaneously, so quickly that he completely failed to react.

“Don’t rush over here with such a fierce attitude; you can’t catch up with me anyway, so don’t waste time, okay?”

Seeing Pang Jian really chasing after him, Li Jie quickly took his liuli bottle, a straw dangling from his mouth, and started to race wildly over the rooftops of the stone buildings, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

He was unbelievably fast.

Seeing that it was impossible to catch him, Pang Jian could only give up helplessly. He didn’t even give a glance at Qiu Li’s corpse and immediately rushed back to the Peace Inn, where the ambush had been set.

When he flew out of the window, only Jian Yaoyang was still alive, and he had also been poisoned; Pang Jian felt Jian Yaoyang wouldn’t survive long either.

Still, just in case, he decided to turn back first, to confirm that all enemies had been cleanly eliminated.

When he returned to the entrance of the Peace Inn, he immediately saw the bodies scattered on the ground, including that of Jian Yaoyang.

Zhou Qingchen, holding his Cold Iron Long Blade, was now leaning against the doorway, staring blankly at the pile of corpses.

Seeing Pang Jian return with his blood-stained spear, Zhou Qingchen finally came to his senses, his expression becoming a bit odd.

“It was too easy; this can’t be called a fight; it was a one-sided slaughter. Should I also reconsider my approach in the future and drop so many concerns?”

Reflecting on the recent battle, Zhou Qingchen mumbled to himself, gradually falling into deep thought.

If the surprise attack had been left to him and Han Duping, according to their usual style, it would have been a fierce battle.

He would have to take out all his Strange Treasures to have a chance of killing Jian Yaoyang and the others, without guaranteeing that his own people wouldn’t be seriously injured or die in the process.

However.

With Pang Jian’s planning and arrangements, their mission to hunt down Jian Yaoyang and the others went so smoothly that it was somewhat disconcerting for him.

Without lifting a finger, the seven had been systematically killed, and not only did they avoid injury, but their spiritual power remained full.

“Good thing you’re one of us,” Zhou Qingchen finally recovered and took out a jar of wine, took several swigs, and said, “Dong Tianze was just poked with a few bloody holes, and yet he managed to leave alive; truly luckier than most.”

Han Duping, unscathed and with bloodstains from others, also appeared at the doorway.

“What about the two outside?” he asked curiously.

“Pang Jian killed them,” Zhou Qingchen answered.

Han Duping glanced at Pang Jian, his face full of outrage, and said, “Pang, with such vicious and brutal methods, don’t you feel ashamed?”

Pang Jian was startled.

In the Solitude Mountain Range, when hunting fierce beasts, one naturally has to use every means at their disposal.

If he could survive and kill the beasts, what is there to be ashamed about?

Zhou Qingchen paused for a moment, then laughed and scolded, “Old Han, cut out that crap; I bet you even want to take notes.”

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“One must not harbor ill will, but one must stay guarded. I’m writing it down now!” Han replied.

Han took out a small notebook, dipped a brush into the blood on the ground, and started to write on it.

Zhou Qingchen squinted to see, making out phrases such as using the dim environment to create blinding light, combined with poison powder, and so on.

With a solemn face but cursing under his breath, Han said, “I fear encountering Pang, the kind of cultivator scum who doesn’t play by the rules, and I can’t afford to be caught off-guard by his tricks.”

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