Chapter 1639: The Punching Bag

*Boom—!!*

Thunder exploded in the endless black clouds. The Turbid Calamity felt a whistling gale rush toward its face, and a human figure with lightning bursting from his pupils had already flashed in front of it!

"Why..."

A low and painful voice rang out from the Cangyun Lord’s throat,

"Why must you force us to this point?!!"

*Boom—!!*

The Turbid Calamity’s reaction was extremely fast. A large number of roots immediately surged in front of it, turning into a giant cocoon to protect itself. However, the next moment, the lightning, like an irresistible divine punishment, roared furiously onto the giant cocoon!

The Turbid Calamity was already extremely weak, but the Cangyun Lord... was the Cangyun Lord in a state of full-blown rampage.

The Cangyun Lord’s strike was a full-force strike carrying anger, but his anger didn't seem to be directed at the Turbid Calamity...

But at fate.

Wu Tongyuan’s failure again undoubtedly forced the last three human domains into a dead end. The Cangyun Lord was once again forced into a desperate situation of struggle and pain, and this time, he seemed to have no choice.

From the moment the Cangyun Lord woke up until now, every step he took was forced. The great hand of fate did not seem to favor him, playing with everything he had like a toy. His grievances, his unwillingness, his anger, his helplessness... everything was piled up in his heart.

But fate was ethereal; no matter how angry the Cangyun Lord was, he couldn't hurt it in the slightest. And right now, this extremely weak world-ending Calamity had become the punching bag he used to vent his anger. He roared and swung his fists, as if wanting to smash all the resentment and unwillingness in his heart onto the Turbid Calamity like a rainstorm!

*Crackle— crackle—*

Chaotic lightning roamed among the black clouds. The Turbid Calamity’s form was hit by thick thunder again and again, tossing back and forth like a punching bag, emitting bursts of mournful cries.

It was also unwilling, it was also angry. How could it, a dignified world-ending Calamity, end up in such a miserable state?

The wriggling tumor opened its mouth like a human head, emitting a furious roar under the sky full of lightning. Immediately after, its form swelled against the wind, as if it wanted to forcibly restore its original massive size. Countless flesh-and-blood lotus flowers appeared out of thin air in the void around it!

"Why must I bear all the pain?!"

"Why must I do all the dirty work?!"

"Just because I can endure hardship, I deserve to suffer the most, is that it?!"

"You all have your own philosophies and paths to pursue. Only me—I’m the easiest to bully, so I have to be responsible for cleaning up after each of you, is that it?"

"F*ck your mother!!!"

The Cangyun Lord glared at the Turbid Calamity surrounded by void lotus flowers, his anger erupting like a volcano. The next second, the clothes on his upper body exploded directly, and the fragments of his clothes drifted in the clouds like snowflakes...

Lightning roamed over his body. Those well-proportioned and powerful muscles seemed to be completely activated at this moment. He was like a god descending to earth, stepping into the void, and the clouds within a radius of several kilometers swirled around his body, rushing straight toward the Turbid Calamity!

*Boom, boom, boom, boom—*

Every time the Cangyun Lord threw a punch, a large area of lotus flowers was stirred into fragments by the clouds. At this moment, his eyes were red, and it seemed that only the weak Turbid Calamity was in his eyes!

The Turbid Calamity’s massive body twitched and trembled slightly. The fruit-like tumor looked at the Cangyun Lord rushing over regardless of everything, and it seemed to be about to curse out loud...

I’m not the one who provoked you, and I’m not the one who offended you!

Why are you torturing me like your life depends on it?!!

If you really hate them that much, then give me that vegetable on the bed?!

The Cangyun Lord had completely gone crazy with killing. He punched the Turbid Calamity again and again, causing blood mist to spray, but every punch was not fatal... He didn't care about killing the Turbid Calamity immediately at all; he just wanted to vent purely.

Thunder roared, the Turbid Calamity’s screams echoed in the endless clouds, and the Cangyun Lord’s angry curses rose one after another.

……

*Creak—*

Amidst the dull thunder, Chen Ling slowly pushed open the doors of the Jinghong Building.

Rainwater slid down the corners of his clothes, soaking the floor behind the threshold. Seeing Chen Ling return, Li Qingshan immediately walked up and asked:

"How is it? Did you get the medicine?"

“……”

Chen Ling shook his head.

Li Qingshan’s expression was somewhat complicated. He looked at the room where Kong Baosheng was and sighed softly, "If you didn't get it... then so be it. With Baosheng’s current situation, even if he takes medicine, it won't be able to delay it for too long..."

Mr. Han had long said that Kong Baosheng was terminally ill. Even if there were medicine, how long could it extend his life? A few dozen minutes? A few hours?

"How is he doing now?"

"Mr. Han’s domain has already covered the Jinghong Building, so Baosheng’s last breath is being held, but..."

Li Qingshan was silent for a long time before saying to Chen Ling:

"You, go see him."

"...Hmm."

Pale lightning flashed outside the blood-stained windows, and flickering shadows were cast into every corner of the dead-silent theater. Chen Ling looked at the small door in the corner and finally stepped forward, walking slowly toward it.

As Chen Ling pushed the door and entered, the warm light of the kerosene lamp illuminated every corner of the room. On the cozy bed, a weak figure, like a candle in the wind, lay silently...

Several different viruses were raging in Kong Baosheng’s body, destroying his internal organs beyond recognition. Logically speaking, he should have died of illness long ago, but the power of the [Land of Lingering] was still holding his last breath.

"...Sir..." Kong Baosheng heard the door open and turned his head with difficulty. "You’re back..."

He didn't ask Chen Ling if he had gotten the medicine, didn't ask if he had found a way to save himself, but greeted Chen Ling gently and respectfully as usual.

Chen Ling walked to the bedside and looked at the boy who had been tortured by illness until he was no longer human. He clenched his hands tightly.

He was the Red King of the Twilight Society, a world-ending Calamity feared by the world. He possessed terrifying power and influence in this era, but he couldn't even save an ordinary boy...

There was no news from Chu Muyun, and Mr. Han could only hold his life for one more day. At this moment, Chen Ling had gone through all his connections and abilities, and the only thing that could possibly save Kong Baosheng was the power of the Nuo Opera.

However, Chen Ling’s [Nuo] was powerful but too uncontrollable. Even now, he might not be able to replicate the earth-shattering power he had in the Wuji Domain... And the curse left behind after that activation had become a lifelong brand, even directly affecting the trajectory of his life.

But things had come to this, and Chen Ling couldn't just watch Kong Baosheng die of illness. Even if the chance of success was slim, he wanted to try.