The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 231 - 216: Kill Through Yuanmang! (Please give a monthly ticket, ha~~)_1

Chapter 231: Chapter 216: Kill Through Yuanmang! (Please give a monthly ticket, ha~~)_1

"Be careful of Cao Zhuru!"

"The mad Cao Zhuru, his methods are definitely not limited to that great array on the mountain peak! After Pang Jian’s death, he will strike at the others as well, and he has probably truly fallen into the path of evil demons!"

"Everyone in the Yuanmang Fragmented Lands is seen as a target by Cao Mang, he never intended to let anyone live!"

"I even feel like he deliberately sent Madam Hua to her death!"

Many of the Great Cultivators around the first peak, just like Shen Lei, were convinced that Cao Mang’s tactics were not so simple.

— They were certain that Cao Mang’s madness would continue.

As for Pang Jian, who jumped out on his own, he could only obstruct Cao Mang for a moment, as he would soon be dismembered by the "Heavenly Killing Spirit Array".

Just then, all the blades of spiritual power light on the top of the first peak silently disappeared into the rocky ground.

Inside the Star-shattering Umbrella deployed by Pang Jian, the beams encircling Black Iron Mountain also vanished at the same time.

Countless astonished gazes naturally fixed on the two blurred and chaotic images beneath the Star-shattering Umbrella.

One was tall and imposing.

The other was short and hunched.

The tall figure also stood atop the fallen Black Iron Mountain, one hand pressing on the neck of the short and hunched figure, while the other hand held a dazzling silver rainbow.

After that, he used the bright rainbow in his hand to sever the head of the shorter figure.

This scene, with its somewhat horrifying image, shocked all the survivors in an instant!

"Pang Jian!"

"Pang Jian has cut off Cao Mang’s head!"

"Am I seeing things? Could it be that Pang Jian, within the umbrella’s world, has killed the villain Cao Mang?"

"Cao Zhuru is actually dead!"

"..."

The mountain peak, the canyons, the rivers, the mouth of the cave.

Survivors from various parts of the Third Realm who took part in Cao Mang’s grand event were just a moment ago worried about what terrifying actions the extremely vicious Cao Mang would take after Pang Jian’s death.

The next moment, Pang Jian, in the small world under the umbrella, had cut off Cao Mang’s head.

Uproar arose all of a sudden.

"A disciple of Sword Tower, truly extraordinary!"

"Qi Qingsong, compared to him, can’t be considered a talented young elite!"

"So-called prodigies like Yang Rui and Fang Boxuan were just struggling to survive during the chaos in the Yuanmang. But Pang Jian caught and killed the mastermind behind the scenes, breaking the siege for all of us!"

For a while, Pang Jian’s name echoed throughout the regions of Yuanmang.

"Pang Jian!"

Xie Xiwen and Shen Lei of the Star River Alliance, Fang Boxuan of Blood Moon, all stood dumbfounded.

An image of a tall and imposing figure, cutting off the head of a smaller one, became an indelible mark, searing into the depths of their spiritual souls, never to be forgotten in their lifetimes.

Countless young female Cultivators, worried about their own safety, had their bright eyes shining with brilliance, hearts fluttering with emotion.

"He actually, he could..."

Individual Cultivator Huang Qi couldn’t even speak coherently.

"Whoosh!"

The starlight and moonlight cascading from the edges of the Star-shattering Umbrella suddenly converged, and the small world under the light-covered umbrella was finally revealed again.

People looked from various spots and indeed saw a headless, small body, half-kneeling above Black Iron Mountain.

It was Cao Mang!

They immediately assumed that it was because of Cao Mang’s sudden death that the "Heavenly Killing Spirit Array" vanished without a trace, also preventing Cao Mang’s subsequent numerous fatal tactics from ever being executed!

At that moment, the Star-shattering Umbrella drifted aside, and the scorching sunlight from the sky fell down.

Standing atop Black Iron Mountain, Pang Jian bathed in the bright sunlight, his whole being seemingly radiating light and heat.

In contrast, there was Yang Rui, who was currently hiding inside the Nine Suns Tripod, floating outside the mountain peak.

At this moment, Pang Jian seemed more like the Son of the Sun God.

"Pang Jian..."

Yang Rui’s mouth twitched with a hint of bitterness.

Like everyone else, he too thought that Pang Jian was bound to die at the hands of Cao Mang, yet he had just witnessed Cao Mang’s beheading.

Pang Jian, within that small world under the umbrella, had somehow dealt with the chief culprit who terrified everyone.

Yang Rui knew in his heart that following this event, Pang Jian’s formidable name would echo throughout the Third Realm.

And perhaps even the Second Realm.

Looking back now, the threatening words he said to Pang Jian at the trade event seemed utterly ridiculous.

He, Yang Rui, treated by the Raging Sun Sect like a treasured ancestor, turned into a joke in front of Pang Jian.

"Hu!"

Yang Rui, feeling extremely frustrated and humiliated, disregarded Wei Wenhan’s shouts and immediately directed the Nine Suns Tripod to leave the area of the first peak.

— He didn’t want to look at Pang Jian standing on the top of Black Iron Mountain any longer.

It was as if the longer he looked at Pang Jian, the more the sense of shame in his heart would intensify.

"Pang Jian..."

He whispered the name in his heart, repeating it over and over, feeling as if he could never lift his head again.

...

Yuanmang Peak.

Without expending much effort and relying on the "Heavenly Killing Spirit Array" to brutally kill Cao Mang, Pang Jian pushed his remains out of Black Iron Mountain.

Standing on a pitch-black hillock made of a strange kind of refined iron, Pang Jian glanced around and noticed that the cultivators who had left the mountain summit had almost finished cutting the valuable materials from the alien tribes and ferocious beasts.

Looking around, he did not find any treasures of inestimable value left behind.

"Yuanmang..."

Pang Jian muttered to himself, gazing deep into the earth with a different perspective, as the Mysterious Turtle loosened its grip on the absorption of the underground spirit vein.

The bright, winding, thin spirit vein, like a dazzling bolt of divine electricity, was pulled away from the Yuanmang Fragmented Lands by the Mysterious Turtle.

"Boom!"

As the spirit vein was stripped away, the tremors in Yuanmang’s land became more widespread, and cracks began to appear in the canyons as well.

Pang Jian was well aware that, due to the disappearance of the underground spirit vein, Yuanmang would never return to its former grandeur.

From now on, even if individual cultivators more powerful than Cao Mang settled here, this piece of land, once renowned in the Third Realm, would find it hard to regain its past splendor.

The deprivation of the spirit vein was like a ferocious beast having its heart gouged out, like a great cultivator of high realm losing their spiritual soul.

"Lou Yunming, Jiuyuan, Cao Mang, Madam Hua, those who should be dead are all dead."

Pang Jian murmured to himself, feeling relaxed.

Before Luo Hongyan, Qi Qingsong, and the others left on the Cloud Sail, he had fulfilled the promise he made to himself perfectly.

He had avenged his enemies, their heads now resided in his storage ring, and he had also obtained a rich bounty of war spoils.

Suddenly.

He noticed gazes from all around focusing on him, and many people, upon seeing Cao Mang dead, were rapidly approaching the first peak.

Having avenged his great revenge, if he continued to stay in Yuanmang, he would face endless questioning.

Frowning slightly, he realized it was best not to linger any longer in Yuanmang.

"I cannot casually enter the fragmented lands where the Mysterious Turtle is, nor can I disappear without any warning; otherwise, there would be too many suspicions on me."

Seeing that individual cultivators like Huang Qi were getting closer and closer to the mountain summit, Pang Jian immediately infused his perception into the Black Iron Mountain beneath his feet.

He saw that the interior of Black Iron Mountain was actually hollow and within it existed a pool built up of spirit jade, ablaze with surging dark demon flames, with the souls of ferocious beasts howling inside it.

In the iron wall of Black Iron Mountain’s summit, there were carvings of peculiar arrays, quite similar to the "Heavenly Killing Spirit Array" inside the first peak, with many wondrous effects.

Many of those arrays involved levitation and lightness, but they required the burning of spirit jade and beast souls.

Inside the burning pool and the arrays within the iron wall, fragments of Cao Mang’s divine sense and spiritual power remained.

"Break through Cao Mang’s remaining force!"

With a thought from Pang Jian, an abundant tide of spiritual power surged from all directions, infusing into the interior of Black Iron Mountain’s summit, erasing all traces related to Cao Mang that he could sense.

In several key spirit arrays, Cao Mang’s spiritual soul, already disintegrating due to his death.

With external force injected, all the spiritual power and divine sense related to Cao Mang were swept clean.

At that moment, Pang Jian immediately channeled his own spiritual power into them, replacing Cao Mang’s spiritual power, flowing through the veins of the arrays, experiencing the intricacy of those marvelous arrays.

With the divine mystery of the "demigod" enhancement, his perceptiveness and insight could instantly permeate every corner of Black Iron Mountain’s summit.

The potential power of numerous arrays after being activated, was quickly deciphered by him.

"It turns out to be a peculiar flying spiritual artifact capable of flying into the sky; it’s just that it seems a bit small in size and cannot carry too many people."

Pang Jian understood the wonder of Black Iron Mountain’s summit.

"Whoosh! Swish swish!"

Blocks of spirit jade released dazzling light, and within the pool constructed of spirit jade, many beast souls were ignited as fuel.

The Black Iron Mountain, once settled on the ground, suddenly floated up again, taking Pang Jian into the high sky.

"Pang Jian!"

Huang Qi, who was about to reach the summit of the first peak, called out loudly.

He hurried over with many things he wanted to say to Pang Jian, not expecting that Pang Jian would not wait for him.

"Pang Jian!"

From halfway up the second peak, from the mountain summit, from the deep canyons, numerous individual cultivators and elders of noble families all looked on eagerly.

But Black Iron Mountain’s summit flew higher and higher.

Pang Jian’s miniature flying spiritual artifact, belonging to Cao Mang, flew away from the Yuanmang Fragmented Lands under the fervent gaze of the survivors.

Pang Jian, who had emerged powerfully, killing Lou Yunming and Jiuyuan of the Blood Moon, and even causing Cao Mang to be executed, had no intention of talking to anyone, nor any plans to welcome cheers and praise from the crowd.

Instead, he chose to leave the Yuanmang Fragmented Lands immediately.

Just as Black Iron Mountain’s summit disappeared completely from everyone’s view.

"Boom! Boom boom boom!"

The tremors in Yuanmang intensified abruptly – towering, majestic mountains shattered and disintegrated, breaking into countless boulders that tumbled down.

Cultivators incapable of leaving Yuanmang, upon seeing this terrifying momentum, all kept away from areas with standing peaks, and fled rapidly from one peak after another.

They blamed the dramatic changes in Yuanmang and the tearing of the land entirely on Cao Mang.

They believed that if Cao Mang had not died, the rocks that rolled down with the collapsing quasi-mountains, driven by the tremors, would accurately target those Cao Mang wished to kill.

They suspected that the current upheaval was a continuation of Cao Mang’s "Heavenly Killing Spirit Array."

But because of Cao Mang’s death, that celestial overlord among the Third Realm’s individual cultivators had his bloody slaying of everyone come to an abrupt end.

"Pang Jian."

The name of the man who saved everyone in times of peril was deeply imprinted in their hearts, shockingly and gratefully.

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