The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 482 - 458 Respect from a Rival!_1

Chapter 482: Chapter 458 Respect from a Rival!_1

The shout of Qixu from the Flame Clan was like a peal of thunder.

The surge of flames from her caused the eagerly restless warriors from the Yao Clan to feel a chill in their hearts, and even the few impetuous ones who should have lost their reason were calmed by her intimidating presence.

The God Son of the Yao Clan had fallen.

The sect gates of the Raging Sun Sect were almost leveled due to the outbreak of this battle.

Pang Jian, who had recently entered the Extinction Realm, and Lie Yi with an eighth-level bloodline, each used Divine Artifacts and employed their methods, leaving an indelible mark in this world.

The ground, covered with chunks of ice and rock, cracked open with numerous fissures, from which gold light and alien flashes were escaping.

Alien Tribs powerful in both vision and divine skills concentrated their forces and pierced downward, vaguely seeing a series of underground veins shining with golden and rainbow hues.

They could also see pieces of Gold Friday Stone, Red Flame Stone, and Sun Stone.

They knew clearly that the two fighters’ powers had torn open the earth, revealing the Spirit Veins hidden within the Raging Sun Sect, exposing the bizarre ore veins.

Because of the landslides and earth fissures, many unpredictable events were bound to occur in this area, potentially causing a shift in the Spirit Veins.

Or perhaps, it would cause those veins nurturing the ores to wither and perish forever.

Merely the clash between the Extinction Realm and an eighth-level bloodline had severely damaged a piece of land, which would have a profound impact on the entire Qian Tian Continent.

"Pang Jian!"

Many Alien Tribe warriors muttered this name under their breath.

These two characters, as if endowed with tremendous weight, became unbearably heavy.

Gazes filled with shock and rage concentrated on the battlefield, observing the upright figure in blue whose face, sharp and angular, was not stained with blood.

In this moment, Pang Jian was like the renowned Divine Sword of the Sword Tower, with all its edges unsheathed.

After today, the name Pang Jian would spread far and wide just like his Shifu, Pu Zhaotian.

Reverberating throughout the entire Alien Tribes of the Fifth Realm!

—Because he had killed the God Son of the Yao Clan.

Recalling the ceaseless sword lights, each containing a different true essence of Sword Tao, those Alien Tribe warriors watching Pang Jian felt an overwhelming sense of defeat.

The Sword Tower truly resembled an insurmountable mountain, oppressing geniuses of the Fifth Realm like Lie Yi.

One cannot help but reminisce about the glorious period when the five Sword Gods were alive, just how splendid, just how invincible the Sword Tower must have been?

Warriors from various Alien Tribes had complex expressions and emotions, inevitably recalling more stories related to the Sword Tower.

And in every story, as long as it involved warriors from realms like the Fifth Realm, the Sword Tower often emerged as the victor.

The losers were very, very few.

And the scarce defeated from the Sword Tower died in respectable ways, and they always took down several same-level Alien Tribes as a cushion in their fall.

"Pang Jian!"

As the majority of Alien Tribe warriors felt disheartened and frustrated, a young girl from the Devil Scale Tribe with a serrated long blade, under her bright silver scale armor, revealed an uncontrollably excited expression.

Her sharp and cold eyes suddenly shone with a dazzling light.

She was filled with fighting spirit, her blood boiling, and every fighting cell in her body surged with a desire for battle and bloodlust.

Because in Purgatory there was Pang Jian, because Pang Jian was of the Human Race, because of this rival!

Her life, not too long yet not too short, seemed to have gained greater value and meaning!

"Such a person, such a Sword Tower, deserves my highest respect!"

Dazzling Shadow roared inwardly.

She laid down her long blade that had destroyed countless mortal kingdoms, her agile body full of explosive power standing quietly on the blade’s face.

Her two small hands covered in Scale Armor, one over her heart and one clenched into a fist against her forehead.

This was an ancient ritual of respect within the Devil Scale Tribe, representing respect for... the deceased!

Only the adversaries truly recognized by the Devil Scale Tribe warriors, whom they had fought vigorously to kill, when dying before them, were honored with such a ritual.

Dazzling Shadow assuming this posture signified that in her eyes, Pang Jian was such a formidable opponent.

It also meant she firmly believed that Pang Jian would eventually die by her hand.

Her actions, her ritualistic gesture, reinvigorated the dispirited Devil Scale Tribe warriors, making them once again full of fighting spirit.

Indeed, we still have Dazzling Shadow, younger than Lie Yi, and she is destined to be stronger than Lie Yi!

So thought the Devil Scale Tribe warriors.

"Pang Jian..."

In the sky, within the roaring inferno of a fireball, a stunningly beautiful woman from the Flame Clan with long, flaming red hair billowed in the air.

Thousands of Fire Crystal Stones, each the size of a fingernail, were scattered within the fireball. Looking closely at each piece, one could see patterns related to the Tao of Flame rules engraved within.

As she observed the battle from high above, she was still able to split her attention to comprehend the rules inscribed by the Fire God, Shen Yalie.

She knew well that, as the Filth Alien Power kept welling up, the nine-level supreme warriors who were refining their bodies and tempering their souls with it could have the chance to advance to level ten.

The number of Human True Gods was directly related to the total amount of nature’s spiritual energy of the Purgatory World.

The ten-level warriors of the Alien Tribes, however, were deeply rooted with Filth Alien Power.

Seven, which had been the limit for ten-level bloodline fighters of the Alien Tribes, would soon be broken with the continuous influx of the Filth Alien Power.

As for Qixu, her bloodline, combat strength, and physical refinement had long met all the conditions for advancing to tenth level bloodline.

All she lacked was the quota.

Ascending to a level ten Bloodline Fighter, breaking through the shackles set by Purgatory in the sky, and soaring through the vast and limitless Star River had always been her, Qi Xu’s, ultimate goal.

She was about to become the eighth level ten warrior, and she had always been proud and arrogant. She had once believed that only Pu Zhaotian from the Sword Tower was capable of shouldering the great responsibility.

Yet Pu Zhaotian had failed to attain Divine Enthronement.

Before the battle erupted today, she, like many others present, believed that without the birth of a Sword God, this era’s Sword Tower was simply not frightening.

Now, she knew she was wrong, and her mistake was outrageous.

"Huff! Huff, huff!"

One by one, the Fire Crystal Stones hidden in her surroundings flew out of the burning fireball.

Within those fragmented Fire Crystal Stones, they all showed the brutal scene of Pang Jian’s continuous sword swings, enveloping Lie Yi with endless Sword Light and chopping Lie Yi into mincemeat.

"We all should take this as a warning."

"These Fire Crystal Stones, I will distribute to the leaders of various tribes from the Fifth Realm, to let them know how Lie Yi died."

"The war with the Human Race has just begun. We have only won a very small victory. We have been suppressed for over thirty thousand years, and many of our attempts to ascend to heaven have all ended in failure."

"It’s because of the Sword Tower, because of people like Pang Jian!"

Qi Xu flicked her arm, and those Fire Crystal Stones, branded with Pang Jian’s killing of Lie Yi, flew out from the Qian Tian Continent, descending towards the Fourth Realm and also towards the Fifth Realm.

At this moment.

The Alien Tribe warriors gathered here were communicating with various magical artifacts and their tribes’ powerful figures, informing them of the outcome of this battle.

Pang Jian, the absolute protagonist, stood atop the "Heart of Winter", unaffected by anyone around, holding the Origin Demon Sword in his hand with his head hung low.

He was still immersed in the bewildering and ever-shifting sword techniques.

Lie Yi was dead, and the battle had long since ended.

But the True Essence of Sword Tao he was contemplating had not yet reached its extreme, had not yet unleashed its strongest power!

He was stationary, not caring how the Alien Tribes viewed him, because in his extremely active Spirit Sea of Consciousness, his golden Spiritual Soul was still deducing the subsequent sword techniques.

There were tens of thousands of dazzling Sword Lights flashing through his Spirit Sea of Consciousness, intertwining in his Dantian Fragment Land.

And also in the Sword Command he was holding in his hand.

"Sword, sword technique, Chaotic Sword Skill..."

He did not speak aloud.

But his thoughts, his soul’s whisper, his will, echoed from his own secret dwellings.

Dantian Fragment Land, Spirit Sea of Consciousness, Creation Divine Pool, his viscera and organs.

All harbored the unseen Sword Intent!

The silent Pang Jian was emitting Sword Intent all over, and after Lie Yi’s death, he had entered a profound and mysterious state of sword enlightenment.

The unfinished sword, the Sword Intent not yet fully revealed, had dragged him into a realm only realms where only era-defining Sword Gods stumbled upon while seeking the sword’s divinity!

Gradually, powerful high-ranked warriors of the Alien Tribes noticed that after killing Lie Yi, Pang Jian had actually stepped into a profound state of sword contemplation.

They barely looked at him!

A young warrior from the Human Race, after killing the Yao Clan’s God Son from the Fifth Realm, did not rush to leave, did not shrink back in fear into the depths of the earth.

Instead, he was contemplating the sword under their very noses!

"This is unbearable! Lord Qixu, this kid is far too arrogant! Relying on your promise, he dares to be so unrestrained in his sword contemplation, he is slapping the faces of us all!"

"Lord Qixu, either drive him away or kill him!"

"Rumors say that the sword cultivators of the Sword Tower are extremely arrogant, today I’ve certainly seen it for myself! Lord Qixu, allowing him to continue this sword contemplation is a continual insult to us!"

The warriors of all tribes were seething with excitement.

Dazzling Shadow, who stood on a serrated Long Blade and saw Pang Jian as the strongest opponent in her life, her sharp and captivating eyes gradually emitted a gleam of fascination.

Underneath her Scale Armor, her lips pursed slightly as she whispered softly, "Interesting fellow. I like his arrogance, his disregard for others."

Next to her, the Devil Scale Tribe warrior who had silently adored her for years heard her whisper.

This powerful figure, who had been by her side for many years, looked at her somewhat blankly.

He had never seen such a spark in her eyes.

Among all the warriors of the Devil Scale Tribe from the Fifth Realm, including so-called peerless geniuses like Yu Qing and Lie Yi, she had never looked upon anyone with such regard.

Yet, there was a spark in her eyes for a young human!

Suddenly.

"All of you shut up, wait for him to wake up himself!" Qi Xu from the Flame Clan shouted angrily, rebuking them unkindly: "What’s the matter? Can’t you accept defeat? Lie Yi is already dead, and he won fair and square without any underhanded tactics."

"The victor, even if they humiliate the loser, it’s only natural!"

"He is simply contemplating his sword, using the previous battle to reinforce his Sword Dao. Such an opponent deserves more respect from you, and it will leave a deeper impression!"

"Wait for him to wake up, and watch him return to the Second Realm!"

Qi Xu, against all objections, quelled all the shouting and personally presided over the wait.

This wait lasted for several days.

One morning, as nearly ten thousand Alien Tribe warriors watched and the first rays of the sun fell, Pang Jian suddenly opened his eyes.

He bowed slightly toward the flame ball in the high sky, which had always been there, and then shot up into the sky.

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