Chapter 335: Chapter 135: Kill Ghost Moon, Seize the High-Grade Profound Weapon ’Five Elements Cauldron

The Nine Nether Spirit Locking Array enveloped North City.

The place had long since become a hell on earth.

The sky was stained an inky black by resentful qi, heavy and oppressive.

At the center of the Grand Array, the colossal Resentful Spirit, which resembled a twisted little girl, was screaming and roaring.

Black mist churned ceaselessly around its body. Countless faces of resentful spirits rose and sank within the mist, their endless wails causing splitting headaches in anyone who heard them.

The Resentful Spirit was absorbing the blood of North City’s living creatures, and its aura was still surging wildly upward...

Despair spread like a plague. Cries and screams mixed together, creating the sound of the apocalypse.

Chu Fan clenched his fists, desperately circulating his Primordial Qi to suppress the boiling blood and qi within him.

He was already at the Second Heaven of the Spirit Awakening Realm, yet he still felt his blood and qi churn uncontrollably—as if his very blood was about to burst from his body.

’How could ordinary people withstand this?’

’And those Martial Artists who hadn’t undergone Mortal Transformation, how long could they last?’

Once their blood was drained, their souls would be next.

This was the Moon Worship Sect’s "Blood Sacrifice" and "Soul Sacrifice"!

Everyone in North City... they were all sacrificial offerings!

Just as this despair began to spread, an ancient sigh, seeming to traverse time and space, drifted faintly from the direction of North City’s black market.

Before the sigh had faded, a sliver of blade light suddenly flared!

The blade light wasn’t dazzling, but it carried a resolute force capable of sundering chaos and tearing through eternity.

Like a colossal blade descending from the nine heavens, the light instantly sliced through the thick darkness and despair, striking squarely upon the massive Resentful Spirit with unstoppable force.

"SSCCHHH—"

It sounded like tearing silk.

The Resentful Spirit, whose body was formed from condensed resentful qi and Evil Qi, was actually cleaved clean in two by this single strike!

’So strong!’ Chu Fan’s heart leaped, and a wave of elation washed over him. ’There’s actually someone in Cyan Yang City who can deal with the Resentful Spirit?!’

’In his eyes, a strike like that could crush an expert at the Third Heaven of the Divine Power Realm as easily as squashing an ant!’

’No matter how many experts at the Third Heaven of the Divine Power Realm faced that strike, they would all be reduced to ash!’

’To think such a powerful expert was hidden in Cyan Yang Ancient City?’

But before the joy on his face could fully blossom, the Paperman’s utterly calm voice, like a bucket of cold water, came from his robes: "It’s not that easy."

Chu Fan looked closely and saw that the cloven Resentful Spirit had not dispersed. Instead, it had transformed into two even denser clouds of black mist, churning without end.

The shrieks of the resentful spirits within the black mist grew even more piercing. The two clouds of mist writhed violently, trying to merge back together.

But the Sword Intent between them was like a red-hot brand. Exuding a chilling aura, it held them firmly apart, preventing them from recombining.

Deep in North City’s black market, Old Limp, the one who had unleashed that strike, was hunched over, leaning on his saber and gasping for breath.

His already wrinkled face was now completely drained of color, ashen like joss paper.

It was as if that single strike had not only drained all his Primordial Qi but also consumed decades of his lifespan.

The White Snake’s body trembled, and she transformed into a beautiful young woman. She reached out to support Old Limp. "Hey, hey, old man, are you alright? You can’t let anything happen to you! If you go down, we’re all dead!"

...

"Senior! You knew there was such an expert in the city all along? Why didn’t you ask for his help sooner?" Chu Fan asked, both shocked and delighted.

"That person... you’ve met him," the Paperman said. "He’s the Old Limp I sent you to find in the black market."

"..." Chu Fan was stunned for a moment.

"The reason I never mentioned him, or had you seek his help, is because..." The Paperman paused before continuing, "His leg was broken by the Demon Suppression Bureau."

Chu Fan: "..."

The Paperman added, "His Cultivation was also destroyed by the Demon Suppression Bureau."

Chu Fan fell silent.

’The Demon Suppression Bureau broke his leg and destroyed his Cultivation, and now they expect him to work for them?’

’Even though I don’t know the whole story, this whole situation is...’

"Look over there!" The Paperman’s voice pulled Chu Fan’s attention back.

As Chu Fan sprinted forward, he looked ahead, and his heart sank.

He saw that the two clouds of black mist, held back by the Sword Intent, were frantically absorbing the blood essence of North City’s inhabitants through an invisible connection to the Grand Array!

Wisps of blood-red mist surged into the black clouds from all directions. The areas burned by the Sword Intent were visibly healing and expanding!

’At this rate, it won’t be long before the Resentful Spirit fully recovers, perhaps becoming even stronger than before!’

’And the Paperman just said the Demon Suppression Bureau destroyed Old Limp’s Cultivation...’

’Can that mysterious senior even unleash another strike like that?’

"It’s using the Grand Array to absorb life force and recover! The key is still to break the array!" Chu Fan said urgently.

The Paperman nodded. "Indeed."

But...

’Break the array?’

’Easier said than done!’

A bitter smile touched the corners of Chu Fan’s mouth.

He had given it his all before, yet had only barely managed to destroy fifteen of the nodes.

Many more nodes were hidden so deep he couldn’t find them at all.

Just then, a figure suddenly rushed out from an alley, spreading her arms to block Chu Fan’s path.

It was none other than the Iron Armor Sect disciple, Liang Yuhen!

Liang Yuhen’s voice trembled. "Don’t go over there, you’ll die!"

WHOOSH!

As he was rushing forward, Chu Fan abruptly activated his Ghost Shadow Illusionary Body Step, slipping past Liang Yuhen like a phantom.

Liang Yuhen’s vision blurred, and the Ghost-faced Man was gone. She immediately spun around to give chase, shouting, "An expert is taking action over there! He can definitely kill that Resentful Spirit! It’s too dangerous for you to go!"

But Chu Fan paid her no mind, only increasing his speed. Like a ghost shadow, he widened the distance between himself and Liang Yuhen, gradually vanishing from sight.

"That guy..." Liang Yuhen stopped, pursed her lips, and stomped her foot hard!

Just as Chu Fan closed some distance and was nearing the center of North City...

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Three thunderous booms, seemingly from the edge of the sky, shook the air and made one’s ears ache.

The very ground of North City shook violently, as if mountains were swaying and the earth was splitting apart.

Three stone pillars, each about a hundred feet tall and wreathed in the force of wind and thunder, came crashing down from the sky, landing in a triangular formation around the sundered Resentful Spirit!