Chapter 820: Kongwang

Blood dripped silently along his stained robes. Tu Tian held the stone bead and walked forward with a limp.

He and Fudi were both Tier 5 powerhouses, and their strength was evenly matched. That battle had nearly exhausted all of Tu Tian’s energy. If not for the anger and resentment in his heart, he would never have been able to fight his way out of the Dark Palace and secure the stone bead.

But even so, Tu Tian had reached his limit.

He scanned his surroundings, found a relatively quiet place to sit, and began to recuperate.

With the [Privilege] in hand, he no longer needed to compete with others. He just had to wait for the final stage to arrive and summon the Tongtian Star Position...

Time passed second by second. Tu Tian felt he had just recovered a bit when his ears twitched slightly.

A faint sound of footsteps was approaching.

"...Hmm?"

Tu Tian had just opened his eyes when he saw a cold glint shooting in from outside the window. At the same time, two figures approached from the left and right!

BOOM—!!

The floor where Tu Tian was hiding exploded with a roar. Rubble and billowing smoke burst out. The blood-covered figure, holding the stone bead in his left hand and the flag in his right, flew backward!

"Tu Tian is here!"

"The Privilege is really in his hands!!"

"His aura is very weak, he’s at the end of his rope! Attack!!"

“……”

The shouts of the two figures rang through the sky. Under their joint attack, Tu Tian could only barely defend while retreating rapidly, his eyes filled with disbelief!

How could this be?

He hadn't alerted anyone, had quietly found a remote place to hide, and had only just started recuperating when he was discovered? And it seemed they had known his location all along!

With these two shouting, many figures in the surrounding streets turned to look. Hearing the words "Privilege" and "end of his rope," a glimmer appeared in their eyes.

A chill enveloped Tu Tian’s body. He knew the situation was bad and immediately explained:

"It’s useless for you to attack now. The Privilege is already bound to me. Even if you snatch it, you can't use it!"

"Heh, whether it’s useful or not, we’ll know once we snatch it."

The crowd didn't believe in the so-called "binding" at all. In their eyes, there was only the dying Tu Tian and the stone bead in his hand. They began to attack Tu Tian frantically, forcing him to retreat step by step.

In normal times, these two would definitely not be Tu Tian’s match, but now he was severely injured and could only avoid the battle and run... Although if he fought hard, he could kill them, he knew there were many people lurking in the dark waiting for an opportunity. If not for the rule that "the number of people in a group cannot exceed three," he would probably have been besieged to death already.

"Damn it... who is plotting against me?!"

Tu Tian knew someone must be fueling this. After a little thought, the images of Pu Xiazhan and Li Shengmen appeared in his mind, and he was so angry he nearly shattered his teeth!

Several figures chased each other across the sky... Not far away, a young man in a Tang suit strolling leisurely also looked up in surprise.

"So lively..."

Sun Bumian carried his hands behind his back, looking like an old man in a park seeing young people camping in groups, revealing a kind and unworldly smile, "Lively, it’s good to be lively... The fewer people left, the higher my final ranking, and the more government subsidies I get... After being poor for so many years, I finally have a chance to be rich."

Sun Bumian calculated that there should only be about fifty people left on the field. As long as he persisted and made it into the top twenty, everyone would get a bonus of one million.

If he could go further into the top fifteen, that would be five million each!

As for the Tongtian Star Position... Sun Bumian wasn't interested. From the beginning, he hadn't come for that thing.

Sun Bumian’s fingertips played with the beads behind his back. Just as he intended to stay away from this chaotic place, a chill suddenly swept over from afar!

His footsteps stopped abruptly.

The hem of his Tang suit was blown up by the cold wind. In the night sky in the distance, something invisible seemed to be approaching. Sun Bumian’s originally leisurely expression suddenly froze, then gradually became serious!

He slowly pulled down the small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes gazing into the void, deep as an abyss...

"This aura..."

He muttered to himself, his tone somewhat incredulous.

The chaotic battle in the distance continued, the roaring sound like firecrackers during the New Year, ringing one after another... But on this street, which no one cared about, it was as silent as a grave.

Souls wearing pale chains had already begun walking on the street, like the night of the Ghost Festival, a hundred ghosts walking at night. The naked eye couldn't see their existence, but Sun Bumian seemed to sense them, his muscles tensed, facing a formidable enemy!

At the end of the street, a figure in white like a ghost was walking silently.

The man’s eyes were closed, like a blind man. A cinnabar mark between his brows was bright and eye-catching, making it hard to look away. He walked calmly in the night, with countless souls surrounding him, like the king of the void souls.

"No wonder there’s always an annoying worldly smoke... So it’s you." The man said calmly.

Sun Bumian stared at the white figure, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter:

"【Kongwang】?"

"You’ve reincarnated so many times, yet you still remember my name... It seems I left a deep impression on you." The figure called Kongwang paused for a moment, "However, you are far weaker now than you were back then."

"Why are you here? The door to the Ghost God Path’s ancient treasury should have been closed for a thousand years."

"A closed door will always have a time when it opens... I am just following the will of heaven."

Kongwang walked forward slowly, his closed eyes slowly opening a slit in the darkness.

Meanwhile,

The sobbing cold wind brushed Sun Bumian’s cheeks. The originally invisible souls actually gradually outlined their figures in the void, and looking around, there were dozens of them!

They wore chains and passed by Sun Bumian silently, brushing his hair and clothes, but he stood there like a statue, motionless.

"What are you doing here?" Sun Bumian said in a deep voice.

Kongwang walked toward him slowly, their figures getting closer and closer. Just as he was about to pass Sun Bumian, he stopped beside his shoulder...

"What I want to do has nothing to do with you, and you’d better not meddle in other people’s business."

Kongwang’s lowered eyelids gazed at Sun Bumian’s profile, his voice sounding like it came from the underworld:

"You are not who you were back then. After so many reincarnations, the auspiciousness on you has long since faded and decayed... This time, you cannot stop me."