Chapter 796: [Avici Purgatory]

On a dim street,

A young figure in a Tang suit was strolling along, unhurriedly twirling his prayer beads, looking like one of those old men in the capital who would walk their birds with their hands behind their backs after a meal. His entire demeanor was filled with a sense of relaxation.

Boom—!

In the residential buildings not far away, a roar accompanied by firelight erupted, and one could even hear faint screams.

Sun Bumian glanced over there and chanted leisurely:

"Disaster doesn't seek me, I don't seek disaster. Good fortune and peace, may all things be well~~"

He kept his composure, twirling his beads as he continued forward, as if the war and slaughter in the distance had nothing to do with him. His back didn't blend into this competition; instead, he looked like a passerby.

But as a familiar, ancient killing intent surged out from the distant roar, Sun Bumian's footsteps faltered.

"Eh? This is..."

He pulled his small round sunglasses down slightly, looked toward the battlefield, and his expression became somewhat subtle.

"This aura... is that Spade 6?"

"Hell, how did I run into him again? Better hide far away before he notices me..."

Sun Bumian was about to turn and leave, but after a moment of thought, he retracted his steps, conflicted. "Hiding forever isn't a solution... This really is my fault; I almost got him killed last time."

"We're both of the '6' generation in the Twilight Society; we'll be seeing each other often in the future... Should I just take this opportunity to help him out and call it even?"

Sun Bumian's original composure had vanished. He rapidly twirled the wooden beads in his hand, as if brainstorming something... After a long struggle, he seemed to make a decision and let out a long sigh.

"Disaster doesn't seek me, I don't seek disaster... This time, I owe him."

Sun Bumian turned and walked toward the battlefield.

Sun Bumian was not a fan of fighting. In his mind, helping Jian Changsheng didn't necessarily mean he had to fight. After all, judging by the fluctuations in aura, that side was caught in a chaotic battle... If he intervened when Jian Changsheng was beaten to the brink of death and just carried him away, he could avoid direct combat while saving his life, clearing his debt once and for all!

And if Jian Changsheng wasn't near death yet?

Then he'd just wait until he was!

Sun Bumian's mental calculations were as rhythmic as the clicking of his beads. A smile curled on his lips as he carefully climbed onto an empty building, poked his head out, and looked toward the battlefield...

The next moment, he froze in place.

The commercial district, once filled with high-rise buildings, was now a complete mess.

Broken walls and debris looked like a stone forest, and a raging sea of fire burned incessantly. On the cracked earth that had turned into ruins, blood-soaked corpses were scattered everywhere, their faces frozen in expressions of terror and agony.

Amidst the flames, a blood-covered figure slowly pulled a piece of broken steel rebar, which looked like a long sword, out of a chest...

Jian Changsheng's lips parted slightly, a scorching stream of air drifting from the corner of his mouth. His face was as cold as frost in the flickering flames.

"The seventh..."

Jian Changsheng kicked the corpse away, gripped the blood-stained rebar with one hand, and scanned his surroundings with sharp eyes, like a lone wolf searching for prey.

"Are there any more? Come on!!"

These five words thundered over the battlefield. Even though Jian Changsheng was riddled with wounds and looked like he would collapse at the slightest breeze, his voice grew increasingly powerful and domineering!

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

"This guy... he can still fight in this state?"

"I think his name is... Jian Wubing? I've never heard of this person before."

"Yeah, since he killed the third person, I felt like he was about to collapse... but he just got fiercer the more he killed. One-on-one, gang-ups, assassinations, sneak attacks—they've tried everything, but he still countered and killed them one by one."

"Is he faking it, or is he really severely injured?"

"His internal organs are practically shredded; how could that be fake??"

"Then that means... he's really at the end of his rope this time? We can definitely kill him now, right?"

"Even an iron man would be exhausted after being ambushed so many times. I feel like he's just bluffing... I thought this guy was a soft target, but he's actually this strong. If we let him run away now, he'll be a huge threat in the fight for the [Heaven-Reaching Star Position] once he recovers!"

"Strike while he's down! Forget it! Let's go!!"

As the words fell, two more figures attacked simultaneously, like arrows shot from the darkness, heading straight for Jian Changsheng's vitals without any warning!

Their attack positions were extremely tricky, completely in Jian Changsheng's blind spot. They whistled through the air, but the moment their weapons were about to touch Jian Changsheng's body, he vanished into thin air!

One of them was slightly stunned.

Immediately after, as if sensing something, he slashed his blade violently above his head!

A drop of blood was sliced in two in mid-air... but there was no sign of anyone.

Before he could react, a dozen drops of blood hovered eerily around him. One of the drops instantly transformed into a black-clad, blood-shadow figure, and five fingers pressed against his chest like lightning!

The next moment, Jian Changsheng's five fingers gripped down simultaneously!

"Collapse."

Bang—!!

Five bolts of thunder flashed with the force of his fingers, and the man was instantly blown into five pieces, flying off in different directions!

Blood bloomed in the air like fireworks. Jian Changsheng casually stabbed the rebar into the ground, and with a light flick of his other hand toward the blood, it quickly condensed into a blood-colored long sword, which landed steadily in his palm.

With his companion instantly killed, the other attacker was also dumbfounded. He had thought Jian Changsheng was at the end of his rope, but he didn't expect such terrifying combat power...

No, that's not right...

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

"This is... a Domain??"

Even if the attacker was slow-witted, he sensed something was wrong. Ever since Jian Changsheng killed the eighth person, his aura had climbed again... The killing intent, now almost tangible, drifted from his side, gradually outlining a sun behind him...

A black sun.

This black sun of killing intent was currently just an outline. From afar, it looked like the halo floating behind those divine statues, except the black halo behind Jian Changsheng had no holy aura; instead, it was filled with a suffocating pressure!

Having killed eight people in a row, his temperament had undergone a complete transformation compared to when he first entered the Old District.

Jian Changsheng breathed with his bellows-like body. With a black divine halo on his back and a blood-colored sword in one hand, he walked step by step toward the ninth attacker...

His low voice sounded slowly:

"Welcome to my... [Avici Purgatory]."