The Purgatory Calamity-Chapter 89 - 76 Sword Tower_1
Chapter 89: Chapter 76 Sword Tower_1
Chapter 89 -76 Sword Tower_1
Qi Qingsong had always been quite lazy.
Jiang Li survived, not because he couldn’t kill her, but because he found it pointless.
He bore no personal grudge against Jiang Li, nor did he care much about the life and death of such minor characters. Had it not been for some blind fool in Jiang Li’s team provoking him, he wouldn’t have bothered making a move against Red Mountain at all.
“Don’t remember?”
Zhou Qingchen grinned, his killing intent surging as he brandished a Cold Iron Long Blade and also took out the Heart Protection Mirror.
Luo Hongyan, who had been silent until now, saw Dong Tianze step aside, as the man named Qi Qingsong stood up. She instantly noticed the chest of his blue robe, embroidered with a tower shaped like a sword.
The tower hung in mid-air, like a nine-section sword pointing downwards, each section a separate layer.
The tower-esque nine-section sword seemed to possess a piercing sharpness, as if it would shoot out from the tower itself.
“Zhou Qingchen, as far as I’m concerned, just let it go,” Luo Hongyan finally understood why Jiang Li was adamant about Zhou Qingchen not seeking revenge and frowned as she persuaded him, “The other party comes from the Sword Tower of the Second Realm.”
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“Sword, Sword Tower!”
Han Duping’s mouth trembled as he quickly restrained Zhou Qingchen, urging him, “Don’t be rash, Zhou! There are many sects in the Second Realm, but the Sword Tower is one of the very top. We can’t afford to provoke the Sword Tower!”
“Sword Tower!”
Zhou Qingchen, with blood rushing to his head and eyes bloodshot, stared at Qi Qingsong who was standing in blue robes on a platform.
He too saw the emblem of the nine-section sword-like tower on the man’s chest.
Zhou Qingchen had been to Red Mountain in the Third Realm, and from some of its inhabitants, he had heard of the Sword Tower of the Second Realm.
He clearly understood what the Sword Tower meant, but the thought of his beloved having half an arm chopped off, and the fact that the assailant didn’t even remember who Jiang Li was, made him struggle to control himself.
“Please don’t do this, don’t risk your life for me!”
Jiang Li grabbed his other hand, shaking her head constantly and almost crying out, “I only lost half an arm; I am still alive.”
“Please don’t risk your life because of me, I’m not worth it.”
“In the future, I mean, if you still like me in the future, I could accompany you for a while. I know I can’t be with you until the end, but I’m willing to be with you for even a short stretch.”
Jiang Li couldn’t help crying, pleading emotionally with Zhou Qingchen, hoping to calm him down.
“If you’re not going to fight, just forget it.”
Qi Qingsong, who had a laid-back nature, got ready for battle, but when he saw the provocateur being held back by two people, he immediately lost interest.
He didn’t suffer a loss anyway, and if Zhou Qingchen wasn’t going to bother him, he couldn’t be bothered to care.
“Pang Jian, if it were you…”
Zhou Qingchen, restrained by two people, hesitated as he considered on one side a beloved enemy and on the other the towering Sword Tower. He then sought Pang Jian’s opinion.
“Where’s Pang Jian?”
Turning his head, he realized Han Duping, Luo Hongyan, Su Meng, and Jiang Li were by his side, but Pang Jian was nowhere to be found.
“This is bad!”
The next moment, he, Luo Hongyan, and Han Duping simultaneously sense trouble.
For some reason, none of them suspected Pang Jian of fleeing in the face of the Sword Tower’s pressure. They all firmly believed Pang Jian must have a plan!
“Pang Jian!”
When almost everyone present was distracted by the commotion and looking towards Zhou Qingchen and the others’ movements.
There was one person who, from beginning to end, had been watching every move of Pang Jian.
He was Dong Tianze!
His mouth twisted into a grin, his teeth bared as he looked at Sword Tower’s Qi Qingsong, “It’s not possible.”
“What do you mean it’s not possible?”
Qi Qingsong was astonished.
As soon as the words fell, he suddenly saw a blazing trail of fire, like a meteor defying the heavens, shooting up from beneath the platform where he stood!
Qi Qingsong, who had just been looking down at Dong Tianze from the platform, was surprised to look down and see a long spear wrapped in fierce flames suddenly piercing towards him!
“Meridians Channeling Realm.”
Qi Qingsong frowned.
In a flash of lightning, he discerned the realm of the spear-wielding youth and brought his fingers together in a sword-like gesture, pointing from the platform towards the tip of the spear.
A chilling sword intent capable of slicing through air burst from his fingertips, accompanied by dazzling light as it aimed for the spear’s edge.
Dong Tianze let out a crazed laugh filled with schadenfreude.
“Ssss!”
The sharp sword intent from Qi Qingsong’s finger sword first sliced through the flames on the spear edge, then shattered the red Flame Force and Cyan Shining Spirit Power, and only then did his fingertips reach the spear tip.
An unreasonable and terrifying force suddenly erupted from the dragon-patterned long spear!
Even as the flames died down and the Flame Force and Spiritual Power were depleted, the long spear in the hands of the youth persisted stubbornly in its thrust towards the heavens!
And also towards Qi Qingsong’s finger-formed sword!
“Puh!”
Qi Qingsong, who had underestimated his opponent, found his fingers bleeding profusely as that terrifying force, not of the Meridians Channeling Realm, caused the bones in his fingers to fracture.
Qi Qingsong inhaled sharply, shaking his fingers to fling off a string of crimson blood beads.
“Pang Jian!”
Zhou Qingchen was thunderstruck, using his strength to shake off Jiang Li and Han Duping, no longer considering the implications of Qi Qingsong’s affiliation with the Sword Tower.
From his chest’s Heart Protection Mirror, seven deep red beams of light burst forth, heading straight for Qi Qingsong on the high platform.
With his Long Blade drawn, Zhou Qingchen stomped his feet and leapt towards the sky, following the seven beams of light to strike at Qi Qingsong.
Qi Qingsong, who had miscalculated Pang Jian’s combat strength and was still grimacing in pain, saw the light beams coming and casually pointed his other hand towards the incoming deep red beams.
A Spirit Sword appeared from the sleeve of his robe then.
A pale white streak of Sword Intent flashed by, extinguishing all the beams shot from Zhou Qingchen’s Heart Protection Mirror in an instant.
Having underestimated the young spearman’s combat capability, he dared not to be careless again. After one sword stroke shattered the beams, another sword thrust was directed at Zhou Qingchen, who was approaching with his blade.
“Tss!”
The second pale white Sword Intent then assaulted him.
Zhou Qingchen, still in midair, was extremely far from the high platform and had not yet managed to fly above the pond.
After the pale white Sword Intent came at him, he and his Cold Iron Long Blade were knocked far away and thrown off course.
“Boom!”
He landed next to Jiang Li and Han Duping, his hands holding the blade dripping with blood, injured in the blink of an eye.
“I actually got injured.”
After drawing his favored Spirit Sword and sending Zhou Qingchen flying with two strokes, Qi Qingsong first glanced at his bloodied fingertips, then looked down to the young man who had failed to assassinate him and had fallen back under the high platform.
“Dong Xiaozi, do you recognize him?”
Qi Qingsong did not erupt in rage, but curiously looked at Pang Jian, meanwhile asking Dong Tianze, who was reveling in schadenfreude.
“I recognize him.”
Dong Tianze’s mad laughter subsided, and from another high platform, he looked at the young man with a spear who had pierced several holes in him and said, “His name is Pang Jian, and just like me, he comes from the Lower Realm that you look down upon.”
“Are all the people from the Lower Realm so hot-blooded and fearless in the face of death?”
Qi Qingsong shook his head, puzzled.
A mere Meridians Channeling Realm cultivator from the Fourth Realm dared to attempt assassination on him, a realm higher?
Does he not know how to write the word ‘death’?
“Tss!”
Another pale white Sword Intent, unleashed from his Spirit Sword, thrust towards Pang Jian’s head below.
Pang Jian looked up and saw within his field of view, hundreds of dazzling Sword Intents blurring his vision, enveloping every inch around him.
Under these Sword Intents, he seemed to have no place to escape, only passively accepting the arrival of death.
However, perception is just perception. The Sword Intent Qi Qingsong imbued in this strike, although it had the miraculous effect of shattering one’s will, it did not work on everyone.
Like Pang Jian.
After only a moment of dismay, he ignored that inevitable sense of doom and relied on his tenacious willpower to break free from the ‘prison’ suggested by the Sword Intent and pull back.
“Slash!”
The sword that should have pierced him from head to toe only left a shallow cut on the left side of his body, and that cut was not actually made by the Sword Intent itself.
It was the fierce Sword Intent that Qi Qingsong had bestowed upon that strike.
“Sword Tower!”
Pang Jian, having evaded the thrust, and feeling the sting on one side of his body, looked towards Qi Qingsong standing on the high platform within the crowd.
He was acutely aware of the vast disparity between himself and this so-called Upper Realm powerhouse.
Be it in terms of equipment, the cultivation spells, or even the current realm of cultivation, he fell far behind the other.
Had it not been for his sudden assault and the other’s slight complacency, he would not have managed to cut the other’s finger.
“Are you also seeking revenge for that woman?”
Qi Qingsong asked curiously.
As a disciple of Sword Tower, as long as he wore clothes with the Sword Tower insignia, the cultivators from Bagua City would avoid him like the plague.
A young Meridians Channeling Realm cultivator from the Lower Realm dared to strike at him opportunistically, baffling Qi Qingsong.
“No.”
In response to his question, Pang Jian shook his head, but didn’t provide a specific reason.
“He’s trying to kill you for my sake!”
Zhou Qingchen, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, scrambled up from the ground and shouted at Qi Qingsong.
“Brotherly affection?” Qi Qingsong laughed dryly, shaking his head in disdain, “How ludicrous.”
“Enough with the noise.”
On another high platform, the woman who had been keeping her eyes closed suddenly opened them and looked at the pond, saying impatiently, “The Mirror Tunnel is complete. Those who need to leave should do so quickly.”
Her words seemed to possess a magical power, causing all the noise in the venue to come to an abrupt halt.
It seemed that everyone present was willing to follow her command, willing to do as her words suggested.
She was dressed in a bright yellow dress, her features appeared ordinary, but her gaze gave off a fleeting and elusive sense, leaving one uncertain where exactly she was looking.
Embroidered on her dress were many characters that looked like blooming flowers, those multicolored characters filled her robe.
All the characters were in fact the same, all the character “Demon.”
At a glance, numerous “Demon” characters, as colorful as flowers, bloomed on her dress.
“Demon Sect!”
Looking at the “Demon” characters of different colors and sizes, everyone’s eyes revealed wariness.
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