[Avici Purgatory]
On the dim street,
A young figure wearing a Tang suit was leisurely strolling while playing with his beads, like those old men in Imperial Capital strolling with their birds with their hands behind their backs after a meal, his whole body written with a sense of relaxation.
Thud—!
Among the residential buildings not far away, a roaring sound accompanied by firelight rang out, and some faint screams could also be heard.
Sun Bumian glanced over there and chanted leisurely:
"Calamity does not invite me, I do not invite calamity. Good Fortune and Auspiciousness, all things are safe~~"
He calmly pinched the Prayer Beads and continued walking forward, as if the flames of war and slaughter in the distance had nothing to do with him. His back figure did not blend into this competition, but rather looked like a passerby.
But as a familiar wisp of ancient Killing Intent surged out crazily from the roar in the distance, Sun Bumian's footsteps paused.
He slightly pulled down his small Round Sunglasses. His gaze looked towards that battlefield, his expression gradually becoming somewhat subtle.
"This Aura, is it that 6 of Spades?"
"Damn it, how did I run into him again? While he hasn't discovered me yet, I'd better hide far away quickly..."
Sun Bumian was just about to turn around and leave, but after pondering for a moment, he conflictedly withdrew his footsteps. "Hiding all the time is not a solution either... This matter is indeed my fault. Last time I almost got him killed."
"We are both from the 6-series of the Dusk Society, we'll be seeing each other often in the future... How about I just use this opportunity to help him out, and consider it even?"
Sun Bumian's original calmness had already disappeared. He rapidly played with the wooden beads in his hand, as if brainstorming and pondering something... After struggling for a long time, he seemed to have made some kind of determination and let out a long sigh.
"Calamity does not invite me, I do not invite calamity... This time, I owe him."
Sun Bumian turned around and walked towards the battlefield.
Sun Bumian was not belligerent. In his train of thought, him helping Jian Changsheng didn't necessarily mean fighting. After all, judging from the Aura fluctuations, a chaotic battle was going on over there... If he took action when Jian Changsheng was beaten to the brink of death, and directly ran away with him, not only could he avoid direct combat, but it could also be considered saving his life, and from then on their debts would be cleared!
What if Jian Changsheng wasn't near death yet?
Then wait until he was beaten to the brink of death to talk about it!
The abacus in Sun Bumian's heart clicked just as loudly as the beads in his hand. A smile curled up at the corners of his mouth. He carefully climbed up an unoccupied building, poking half his head out to look towards the battlefield...
The next moment, his whole person froze on the spot.
The commercial district, originally filled with towering buildings, was now a mess.
The broken wall debris was like a stone forest. The surging, monstrous sea of fire burned ceaselessly. On that cracked earth turned into ruins, blood-drenched corpses were scattered everywhere, the residual expressions on their faces terrified and malevolent.
In the raging flames, a blood-soaked figure slowly pulled out a broken piece of steel rebar that looked like a Long Sword from the chest of a body...
Jian Changsheng's lips parted slightly. A scorching airflow drifted from the corners of his mouth. His face was as cold as frost in the flickering flames.
"The seventh..."
Jian Changsheng kicked that corpse down. Holding the dripping bloody steel rebar with one hand, his sharp gaze slowly swept across his surroundings, like a lone wolf searching for prey.
"Are there any more? Continue!!"
These few words exploded above the battlefield like thunder. Even though Jian Changsheng at this moment was already riddled with wounds and looked like he would fall with a gust of wind, his voice became increasingly full of vigor, tyrannical and unparalleled!
For a time, the air of the entire block seemed to have solidified.
"This guy... he's already like this and can still fight?"
"What's his name again, Jian Wubing? I've never heard of this figure before."
"Yeah, starting from when he killed the third person, I felt like he was about to be unable to hold on... But the result is he kills more fiercely the more he kills. One-on-one, gang-ups, assassinations, sneak attacks, all kinds of methods have been used, but the result is still being counter-killed by him one by one."
"Is he faking it, or is he really heavily injured?"
"His internal organs are almost split in half, how could it be fake??"
"Then putting it this way... this time he is really an arrow at the end of its flight? Can we definitely kill him this wave?"
"Even if he's a man of iron, being continuously sneak attacked so many times he should be exhausted. I feel like he is just putting up a false front right now... I thought this guy was a Pushover, I didn't expect him to actually be this strong. If we let him escape this time, when he recovers, he will be another huge threat in the competition for the [Heaven-Reaching Star Position]!"
"Take advantage of his illness to take his life! Forget it! Charge!!"
As the words fell, another two figures took action simultaneously, like sharp arrows bursting out from the darkness, heading straight for Jian Changsheng's vital points without any warning!
The positions they attacked from were extremely tricky, completely in Jian Changsheng's visual blind spots. Whistling as they swept through the air, just at the instant the weapons in their hands were about to touch Jian Changsheng's body, the latter's figure disappeared out of thin air!
One of them was slightly taken aback.
Following closely, as if he had perceived something, he fiercely slashed a knife towards the space above him!
A drop of blood bead was cut in half by the blade in mid-air... but no figure of anyone was seen.
Before he could react, dozens of blood beads bizarrely hovered around him. One of the blood beads instantly transformed into a black-clothed blood shadow, five fingers pressing on his chest like lightning!
The next moment, Jian Changsheng's five fingers grabbed forcefully at the same time!
"Collapse."
Bang—!!
Five thunderclaps flashed abruptly with the force of the five fingers. That person was instantly blasted into five pieces, crumbling and flying out in different directions!
Dripping fresh blood bloomed in the air like fireworks. Jian Changsheng casually stabbed the steel rebar into the earth. His other hand lightly hooked towards these blood, and they rapidly condensed into a blood-colored Long Sword, landing steadily between Jian Changsheng's palms.
His companion was instantly killed, and the other attacker was also dumbfounded. He originally thought Jian Changsheng was an arrow at the end of its flight. He didn't expect him to still have such terrifying Combat Power...
No, that's not right...
The Combat Power he was currently displaying was even several times more than what it was at the beginning!
"This is... a Domain??"
At this moment, no matter how slow the attacker was, he also noticed something was wrong. Because ever since Jian Changsheng instantly killed the eighth person, his Aura climbed once again... Killing Intent that almost condensed into substance drifted out from beside him, gradually outlining into a sun behind him...
A black sun.
This black sun of Killing Intent currently only had an outline. Looking from afar, it was just like the halos suspended behind those divine statues. It was just that the black halo behind Jian Changsheng didn't have any sacred aura, but instead was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression!
Killing eight people consecutively, his temperament at this moment compared to when he first entered the Old District had already undergone an earth-shaking change.
Jian Changsheng's body, like a broken bellows, breathed lightly. Carrying a black divine ring on his back, holding the blood-colored Long Sword in one hand, step by step, he walked towards the ninth attacker...
His low voice slowly sounded:
"Welcome to my... [Avici Purgatory]."