"You …!" Kong Luan's face darkened.
Haoyue couldn't help but frown from behind. "What is Shi Tou doing again?
When did he get together with the people from Purgatory? "
"Moreover, are the disciples from Purgatory really not afraid of Kong Luan?"
Kong Hyun-hui, who was beside Haoyue, said solemnly, "Afraid, of course they are afraid. It's just that they aren't afraid."
"What do you mean?"
"Purgatory is a place of pain and suffering. As a disciple of Purgatory, they must have suffered inhuman pain. Therefore, to most disciples of Purgatory, they have nothing to live for."
"There's such a thing?" This was the first time Haoyue had heard of it.
"Do you think that Purgatory is just a name?"
Kong Hyun-hui rolled her eyes at him and said, "It's said that in Purgatory, the disciples aren't ranked according to their strength, but according to the pain they suffer. Their cultivation method is extremely unique."
"Is that so?"
The corner of Haoyue's mouth twitched. He couldn't help but remember that there was a disciple of Purgatory among them. He asked Zi Lingsha.
Zi Lingsha shrugged indifferently. "Don't ask me. I've never cared about these things."
"Eh …!"
Only then did Haoyue remember that Zi Lingsha had previously said that she joined Purgatory for fun. However, Haoyue's actions alarmed Kong Hyun-hui. The latter couldn't help but look at Zi Lingsha in surprise. "You … are a disciple of Purgatory?"
"Can't I?"
Zi Lingsha smiled slyly. Her beautiful eyes flashed with coldness. The coldness in the coldness caused Kong Hyun-hui to shiver. She opened her mouth slightly, but in the end, no words came out. She just nodded her head numbly.
The three of them looked at Qin Shi again.
To be honest, Qin Shi was also confused. He looked at the disciples of Purgatory beside him in confusion. He didn't remember having any friendship with Purgatory. Then why did Purgatory help him?
Furthermore, it was under extremely dangerous circumstances.
Furthermore, he suddenly thought of a word that the disciple had just said, mission!
Yes, it was a mission. These Purgatory disciples had accepted someone's mission, and that was why they had come to help him. But who exactly was it?
An elite team that could mobilize Purgatory?
Kong Luan clenched her fists tightly and said coldly, "Haha, it seems that no matter what I say today, you won't move aside, right?"
"I've said it before. We only care about his life and death." The leader of the Purgatory disciples said with an expressionless face, giving off an extremely cold feeling.
Clearly, Kong Luan had lost his patience. He stomped his foot, and a gust of wind shot out from under his feet, sending him flying high into the air.
"Very well, in that case, I shall send the both of you to the netherworld together. I wish to see whether your Purgatory is truly unafraid of death!"
"Heavenly Wind Demonic Palm!"
With a furious roar, Kong Luan waved his hand, and the direction of the wind in the mausoleum changed again. In the end, all the green light gathered in his palm, and he fiercely struck it towards the several dozen disciples of Purgatory.
"Purgatory Gate!"
Forty-nine Purgatory disciples moved at the same time, and that strange hand seal appeared again. The coordination between them was very harmonious, as if they had practiced this hundreds of times, and they did not give Kong Luan any chance to succeed.
Bang!
The brutal Heavenly Wind Demonic Palm struck empty air again.
Boom!
Boom boom boom!
All sorts of explosions suddenly sounded from the mausoleum. The disciples of the Wind Region and the Purgatory formed two sides, each with a hostile look on their faces. This caused the disciples watching from afar to be shocked.
"This time, there's a good show to watch."
"Yes, the Wind Region and the Purgatory. This is the first time the two regions have a head-on clash since the start of this God Realm Ceremony."
"Who do you think will win in the end?"
"That's hard to say. Based on the current situation, the Wind Region should have the upper hand. After all, they have the eldest disciple, Kong Luan, holding down the fort. But if that witch appears, then the Wind Region will have no chance."
"You mean, the Thousand Mountains Serenity?"
"Of course. There are only two people who can be called a witch in the entire God Realm Ceremony."
"Let's see. It's impossible to stop the Wind Region with just these Purgatory disciples."
All the disciples watched with rapt attention. The mausoleum once again fell into chaos.
Kong Luan alone had the aura of an undefeatable god of war. With the support of the Wind Domain, he roamed among the Purgatory disciples. His strength was still too strong. Domains could not be violated. Very soon, a loophole appeared in the Purgatory disciples' formation. A gap was forcefully created by Kong Luan.
Bang!
Three disciples were sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
But just like what Kong Hyun-hui had said, these Purgatory disciples were truly fearless. One of them had his ribs caved in, but he still struggled to get up. At the cost of burning his life, he launched two palm strikes at Kong Luan.
The sudden attack caused Kong Luan to panic. A screen quickly unfolded in front of him.
Bang!
Bang!
But even so, the aftershock still caused his face to turn purple. He retreated a few steps, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.
His eyes were cold as he scolded, "What a bunch of bastards who don't care about their lives. You want to play?
Then I'll play with you properly! "
"Whirling Wind Dragon!"
Kong Luan clasped his palms together. Suddenly, he broke free from his sleeves and soared into the sky.
Surging wind rose from his body, causing his green robe to flutter. At this moment, the wind and clouds in the sky surged. It was as if every corner was being swept by a gale.
Suddenly, a violent whirlpool appeared above the sacrificial altar. Blood-red clouds surrounded the sacrificial altar, making the whirlpool in the center look like a passageway to another world.
Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded.
"It's, it's the Whirling Wind Dragon?
The Whirling Wind Dragon, one of the three supreme martial arts of the Wind Region along with the Heavenly Wind Demonic Palm? "Everyone gasped.
This time, it was not a joke.
The Whirling Wind Dragon was a famous martial art in the Eight Regions. It was even more ferocious than the Heavenly Wind Demonic Palm. It was a martial art that could burn the sky and boil the sea.
In an instant, the disciples who were watching were all frightened and involuntarily took a few steps back.
"This Kong Luan!
He's even grasped this martial art? "Haoyue tightened her grip on the Severing Emotion Sword. She was extremely worried.
"A group of people who don't care about their lives. I'll help you."
After failing several times, it could be seen that Kong Luan was really being forced into a corner by the Purgatory disciples. His voice became somewhat hoarse. One of his hands soared into the tide, fusing with the blood-red halo of light, and forcefully pierced through the center of the mausoleum.
Immediately, the scene became chaotic. A clamor of shock rose up.
"Quick, quickly get out of the way!"
The disciples of the Eight Regions retreated like a tide.
Qin Shi was under the raging whirlpool and was shrouded by the scarlet gale. His eyes instantly turned cold. However, what surprised him was that he originally thought that even the disciples of the Purgatory would abandon him at this moment of life and death, right?
However, he was surprised. Under the strong pressure, not only did the Purgatory disciples not retreat, they actually formed a unique formation and firmly protected Qin Shi in the center.
"Wha-what are you doing?" Qin Shi said in shock.
The leader of the Purgatory disciples turned around and smiled at Qin Shi, as if there was no fear in the whirlpool. "We're just completing our mission."
Qin Shi was stupefied. Just what kind of people were they?
"Purgatory disciples, listen up! Complete the mission with your life!"
"Purgatory disciples, complete the mission with your life!"
The forty-nine Purgatory disciples all seemed like death warriors from Purgatory. Even under the raging dragon-like gale, they were still as steady as Mount Tai and did not retreat even half a step.
Qin Shi was shocked as he watched from behind. He involuntarily yelled, "Retreat, all of you retreat! If you continue like this, you'll lose your lives!"
However, his shouts wouldn't change anything at all.
Boom!
The gale fell, and the scarlet, tide-like gale immediately swept through every corner of the mausoleum. Qin Shi felt a sharp pain in his chest and staggered back a few steps.
However, he had no time to worry about his injuries. He clutched his chest and raised his head. Instantly, his eyes turned red.
Almost half of the forty-nine Purgatory disciples were killed in an instant. The few that survived were all crippled on the ground.
The entire sacrificial altar had turned into a roiling pool of blood. Wisps of cold wind blew past, brushing across the faint patterns on the altar.
"No!" Qin Shi's eyes were about to split open.
The disciples of the eight regions in the distance were all frightened. Haoyue also clenched her fists tightly. "This bastard!"
Killing Purgatory seemed to make Kong Luan feel a strong sense of superiority. He floated in the air with his hands clasped behind his back. "A bunch of people who overestimate their own abilities!"
Suddenly, a figure stepped forward. Qin Shi wrapped his black robe tightly around himself. His eyes were so cold that it made people shiver. He glared angrily at Kong Luan.
"Hm?" Feeling Qin Shi's gaze, Kong Luan furrowed his brows and sneered. "What?
Brat, are you still not convinced? "
"You've really angered me," Qin Shi said in a low voice.
"Angered you?" Kong Luan was stunned. Then, he laughed wildly. "So what?
Whether it's you or these useless Purgatory disciples, in my eyes, you can't even withstand a single blow. If that witch from Purgatory was here, perhaps I would be a little afraid. But with just you guys, you're not even worth mentioning! "
"You're courting death!"
Qin Shi's expression turned sinister as he shouted angrily. Then, he flipped his hand seals and an astonishing power rose from his body.
Pa!
But suddenly, a jade-like hand pressed down on him. A beautiful figure slowly walked forward. When they saw that figure, Qin Shi and the Purgatory disciples on the ground couldn't help but be stunned.
"Lingsha?"
Qin Shi murmured. But before his voice landed, it was drowned out by the following roars.
"Saintess!
Welcome, Saintess! "
The Purgatory disciples bowed respectfully, showing unprecedented solemnity in front of her.
Qin Shi was suddenly startled when he heard this. His face was filled with shock as he looked at Zi Lingsha … Suddenly, he seemed to have vaguely thought of something as he widened his eyes in disbelief.
"Purgatory Saintess?
Could it be … you are …? "