The Purgatory Calamity-Chapter 127 - 112: Sharp and Intense! _1

Sky Fortune City’s Eastern District instantly entered a state of intense turbulence!

Under the orders of Hall Master Meng Qiulan, the meticulously planned action from the day before unfolded as scheduled, with poison powder smoke raining down through the half-lit sky.

Even the Dark Ghosts assaulting the Beast-Catching Ship would occasionally turn their heads to glance toward that street, keeping an eye on Pang Jian, the gun-wielding youth.

From Steward Fan Liang’s mouth, they had already learned that the most crucial battle would undoubtedly take place on Instrument Street.

The life and death of Blood Moon Fei Zheng decided whether their surprise attack would succeed!

And it was a young man named Hong Jian, armed with a gun, who had successfully persuaded Meng Qiulan and Zhao Ling, the two Hall Masters, to remain in Sky Fortune City and seize the opportunity for action after the mishap with Yang Yuansen and his two companions.

"Hong Jian!"

"He’s the nephew of Hong Tai, isn’t he?"

"He’s far more valiant than Hong Tai!"

"..."

The Dark Ghosts converging on the Beast-Catching Ship frequently looked back at Pang Jian, exclaiming with unending astonishment.

Instrument Street!

Silver hoops as resplendent as the full moon at night appeared one after another in the darkness of the Fourth Realm.

"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"

Blood-colored remnants of clouds twisted, transforming into numerous blood serpents, attempting to pass through the "Silver Moon Ring" to gnaw on Pang Jian’s flesh.

Pang Jian silently retreated.

He kept twirling his Astonishing Spear, creating more silver hoops to fend off the Blood Moon secret technique of Fei Zheng.

Fei Zheng, having escaped the "Explosive Dance," unleashed the full strength of the Marrow Cleansing Realm’s Great Perfection, beginning to switch from defense to offense.

Blood clouds formed with each wave of Fei Zheng’s hands and instantly absorbed the fresh blood from the two women’s bodies, carrying a stench of blood and brutality as they flew towards Pang Jian.

Underneath the limitless blood-clouded sky, numerous resplendent silver hoops emerged, intercepting all of Fei Zheng’s ferocious attacks filled with rage.

"Bang bang!"

The blood clouds collided with the center of the hoops, causing Pang Jian’s spear-bearing arms to grow numb from the shock, yet he successfully diffused all the penetrating force.

Fei Zheng, triggering the "Blood-thirsty Cloud," was about to redouble his efforts when he suddenly felt his spiritual power and Qi and blood stagnate, spurting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

This mouthful of blood turned into a sharp blood arrow that shot towards Pang Jian like lightning.

Pang Jian twisted the spear shaft, skillfully shattering the blood arrow, immediately mixing the Flame Force from within his "Flame Pool" with his spiritual power, merging himself with the Astonishing Spear.

A silver-white ghostly lightning bolt shot straight at Fei Zheng!

Fei Zheng’s face paled in alarm.

He felt the chilling, unstoppable spear intent; his eyes, fixed on the spear’s tip, experienced an intense stinging sensation!

All he could see in his field of vision was that Pang Jian had vanished, leaving only a silver-white streak of lightning, coming at him with a sharpness that could pierce the heavens!

Realizing the impending danger, Fei Zheng hastily pulled off the hexagonal iron medal strapped to his waist to confront Pang Jian’s "Astonishing Edge."

The hexagonal iron medal suddenly enlarged dozens of times, transforming into a giant black hexagonal shield with a cold metallic sheen, positioning itself in front of Fei Zheng.

On the dark shield, intricate and exquisite spirit patterns, looking as if stained with blood, slowly writhed like earthworms, forming a multitude of solid arrays.

Pang Jian disregarded it all.

"Astonishing Edge" was fully and exquisitely demonstrated, his exceedingly sharp spear tip fiercely thrusting at the huge hexagonal shield.

As the spear’s point touched the shield, blinding flashes of red and silver light erupted, accompanied by the sound of tearing explosions!

"Boom!"

The hexagonal shield burst open with a bang, scattering into six pieces in all directions.

One of the pieces, in the midst of panic, was snatched by Fei Zheng, who then used it to shield himself once more.

"Puff!"

The thrusting Astonishing Spear, with a momentum that seemed unstoppable by anything, instantly pierced through the shield.

Pang Jian, wielding the spear, gathered strength from the ground and continued to charge forward!

As the last piece of shield armor shattered, Fei Zheng desperately grasped the shaft of the spear with both hands to prevent the spear tip from touching his forehead.

At that moment, Fei Zheng, forced by Pang Jian’s terrifying brute strength, kept being pushed back.

Fei Zheng’s hands, now as crimson as his eyes, had fresh blood streaming unstoppably from the corners of his eyes.

He secretly executed another of Blood Moon’s forbidden techniques, squandering his own life potential to firmly restrain the spear shaft.

At this instant, the spear tip was too close to his forehead, so near that his skin had a terrifying sensation of being about to be pierced!

"Thud thud!"

Fei Zheng kept retreating!

Not until his back hit a wall, causing a stone building to collapse with a rumble, did he still grip the spear shaft tightly and refused to let go.

"Roar!"

Above his head, chunks of stone fell onto him, but Fei Zheng still clung to the spear shaft tightly.

He knew that the moment he dared to slacken even slightly, the spear tip would instantly drill into his forehead!

"You are destined to die after all."

Pang Jian’s mind stirred. As stones continued to smash down on Fei Zheng, he also unleashed the deadliest finesse of the "Astonishing Edge."

The spear tip suddenly detached from the shaft!

Amidst the flying debris, the sharp tip of the Astonishing Spear fiercely penetrated Fei Zheng’s forehead!

After the strike, the spear tip returned on its own and embedded back into the shaft.

Pang Jian immediately retracted the spear and stepped back, while Fei Zheng’s body was buried under the rubble.

"Thump!"

A powerful and beautiful long leg landed heavily from the side of a tall building, crushing numerous hard stones.

Without looking back, Pang Jian knew that the person who had arrived was Zhao Ling from the Dark Ghosts.

"Fei Zheng!"

The moment Zhao Ling touched down, she cried out softly in shock.

On her descent, she saw Fei Zheng being pushed back step by step by Pang Jian, desperately holding onto the spear shaft with both hands.

Not until a stone building was destroyed did Fei Zheng get buried by the collapsing rubble.

But she did not see that, when the stones fell, the tip of Pang Jian’s Astonishing Spear had silently separated from the shaft.

She didn’t know that Fei Zheng was dead.

Ready to cooperate with Pang Jian to obliterate Fei Zheng, she held an iron rod humming with the sound of wind and thunder, yet she did not see Fei Zheng rise again from the pile of stones.

"He’s dead,"

Pang Jian said indifferently.

Turning around, he looked at Zhao Ling, Hall Master of the Dark Ghosts, her green iron rod thundering loudly, with many thumb-sized balls of lightning seeming to flit around inside it.

Like a female leopard poised to strike, Zhao Ling was all set to spring into action, but she was stunned by his words.

"Dead?"

Zhao Ling’s sharp gaze fixed on the pile of chaotic stones.

With some surprise, Pang Jian said, "It seems you initiated the ambush ahead of schedule."

According to the original plan, they would only attack the Blood Moon after the Dark Ghosts confirmed Fei Zheng’s death.

Pang Jian hadn’t expected that while he and Fei Zheng were still engaged in a tense battle, the Dark Ghosts would make their move directly.

Zhao Ling, as the Hall Master, even leaped down from the upper floor, posing to lend her aid.

"Is he really dead?"

Zhao Ling did not answer his question, her beautiful eyes showed a glint of difference as she cautiously observed the chaotic pile of stones covering Fei Zheng, and said:

"Don’t underestimate a Great Perfection practitioner of the Marrow Cleansing Realm; unless his heart or head has suffered a devastating blow, otherwise..."

"Boom!"

Before she could finish speaking, Pang Jian used his spear to flip away the broken stones, revealing Fei Zheng who had been covered by the chaotic pile.

The gruesome blood hole on Fei Zheng’s forehead immediately caught Zhao Ling’s eye!

Her subsequent words were thus cut short.

"Storage bag!"

Pang Jian, who had already noticed a storage bag hanging on Fei Zheng’s waist, pulled it off in one go.

Reaching inside, he felt several buckets containing liquid.

When he withdrew his hand and saw the thick blood traces on it, Pang Jian’s eyes immediately lit up.

"It is Beast Blood indeed!"

He knew that Fei Zheng, being in charge of this operation, must be carrying the flesh and blood of Ferocious Beasts in his storage bag!

"Zhao Ling! Hong Jian!"

Before he could take a closer look, a piercing scream for help from Meng Qiulan came from the deck of the Beast-Catching Ship.

Both lifted their heads and noticed that the other three Marrow Cleansing Realm Great Cultivators of Blood Moon, seeing that Fei Zheng didn’t emerge from the pile of stones, no longer rushed towards Instrument Street.

The three of them were jointly fighting Meng Qiulan and Wu Yi.

At the same time.

Cries of battle and the sound of flames soaring into the sky arose from other areas of Sky Fortune City.

People from Dark Ghosts were causing chaos everywhere!

"They’re here!"

Zhao Ling’s agile and graceful figure floated past Pang Jian, she lightly tapped the ground and soared up, landing on the eaves of a stone building.

After a few swift movements, she appeared on the deck of the Beast-Catching Ship, joining forces with Meng Qiulan and Wu Yi.

Pang Jian turned and glanced at the location where the White Jade Porcelain Bottle was placed, gave a knowing look, and followed Zhao Ling towards the Beast-Catching Ship.

"It seems that he got the Beast Blood."

Luo Hongyan smiled enchantingly, as she followed a trail of blood mist flying out from the mouth of the bottle, her graceful silhouette hanging in mid-air.

"A Great Perfection of the Marrow Cleansing Realm is indeed prime material for Spirit Evil."

"Swoosh!"

Her hazy figure in the blood mist elegantly descended beside the shadow of the pile of stones, setting to work extracting Fei Zheng’s soul that should have dispersed into the world, imprinting it with her Divine Sense.

After the death of Fei Zheng, and with Zhao Ling and Pang Jian leaving one after another, Instrument Street was no longer in the spotlight.

No one noticed that a gorgeously bloody shadow was active in the dark corner of the street.

Only a pitch-black flag bore a bright red crescent moon, as if silently witnessing everything.

The deaths of Fei Zheng, the ambush by the Dark Ghosts, including the sudden emergence of Luo Hongyan, seemed to be branded by the crescent moon within that flag.

"Heh, the Branded Eye."

Luo Hongyan chuckled softly, her captivating eyes fell on the flag fluttering in the wind.

...

"Hong Jian!"

"Master!"

On the second level of the Beast-Catching Ship, Bai Wei and Bai Zhi, two sisters, waved their hands excitedly, their beautiful faces filled with thrill and delight.

They had thought only Pang Jian was coming; to their surprise, in the blink of an eye, many familiar and unfamiliar members of Dark Ghosts rushed out from nearby residences.

They couldn’t believe it, feeling an unreal sensation as if they were in a dream.

"You two silly girls, be careful with yourselves, what are you shouting for?"

Meng Qiulan, having just relaxed a little because of Zhao Ling’s arrival, glared sharply at the two women.

She and her opponent had created some distance between them, preparing to regroup before launching another attack.

"Boom! Boom, boom!"

Spheres of flame suddenly exploded, enveloping a Marrow Cleansing Realm newcomer of Blood Moon, accompanying the pungent smell of sulfur, that practitioner immediately let out piteous wails.

The weakest of the Marrow Cleansing Realm practitioners, in his screams and strange cries, had bones burst apart one after another.

In a moment of distraction, Meng Qiulan saw a figure with a spear flash past her and head straight for the cabin of the Beast-Catching Ship.

"Hong Jian!"

Meng Qiulan exclaimed in shock.

With Zhao Ling’s arrival and with Wu Yi, each taking on a comparable Marrow Cleansing Realm opponent, Meng Qiulan was confident in killing this newly promoted Blood Moon practitioner.

But she knew it wouldn’t be that easy!

Pang Jian merely passed by, wielding his spear to unleash explosive fireballs, instantly killing the Blood Moon Marrow Cleansing Realm practitioner.

"This kid..."

Looking at her two disciples who were still cheering on the second floor and ignoring her words, Meng Qiulan suddenly felt that if Bai Wei and Bai Zhi followed Pang Jian, they would certainly fare better than staying by her side all the time.

"Hong Jian, we’re fine!"

"We’re right here!"

Bai Wei and Bai Zhi waved their arms, informing Pang Jian of their location, telling him not to worry about them.

"Uh..."

But they found that Pang Jian merely gave them a glance before heading into the cabin of the Beast-Catching Ship, rather than coming up to their aid.

"Sister, it seems we were being overly presumptuous."

Bai Zhi’s exquisite little face was full of embarrassment and disappointment.

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