Trials of the Abyss

Chapter 443: Killing Long Zhan



Chapter 443: Killing Long Zhan

Chapter 443: Killing Long Zhan

Pang Jian sped silently through the bizarre mist.

Fan Ao sat atop his golden platform, following Pang Jian's figure without a word.

After a while, Pang Jian said, "I know I bear some responsibility for Fan Chen's death, which is why I didn't blame you when I realized you gave me his spatial ring as bait to lure out Long Zhan."

Fan Ao gently nodded but said nothing.

He quietly observed Li Zhaotian's disciple with the gaze of an elder, sensing the genuine remorse in Pang Jian's tone.

"I invited Fan Chen to the Sacred Soul Continent. Long Zhan killed him before all of our eyes." Pang Jian's face darkened. "At that time, the gap between me and Long Zhan was too great..."

His fist clenched as frustration and resentment welled up within him.

When that happened, he had marked Long Zhan as a target to be eliminated. Now, he had a chance to kill Long Zhan, and he was determined to do everything in his power to make it happen.

A few hours later, Pang Jian abruptly stopped.

"The True God is escorting Long Zhan toward us," he said, pointing ahead. "As long as you can lure that True God away, I can kill Long Zhan myself."

Fan Ao knitted his brows. "Even severely wounded, Long Zhan is still a Rank Nine Fey King. You've only just stepped into the Nirvana Realm and your cultivation realm hasn't even fully stabilized."

With Fan Ao's sharp perception and vast experience, a single glance had been enough for him to sense Pang Jian's cultivation realm.

Even with the Abyssal Demon Sword, Fan Ao was uncertain if Pang Jian could kill Long Zhan.

Pang Jian was resolute. "I can kill him as long as the True God isn't there to intervene."

"Alright." Fan Ao nodded, signaling Pang Jian to remain where he was before speeding forward on his golden platform.

Whoosh!

A ripple of pale golden light, imbued with the Dao of Metal, spread out from the golden platform.

The characters "Supreme" and "Monad" appeared above Fan Ao's head, amplifying his imposing aura.

He had become even more formidable after taking back Fan Chen's spatial ring.

Pang Jian felt an awe-inspiring surge of divine power permeating the air like a boundless ocean.

Fan Ao's Dao of Metal manifested creations of gold, silver, copper, and iron, such as mountains, mineral veins, armor, artifacts, and even flying vessels.

Anything capable of being forged from metal sprang to life within the radiating expanse of Fan Ao's divine power, encompassing every natural and man-made metallic construct Pang Jian could imagine.

"Separate. Disassemble." Fan Ao's voice rang out like the decree of the heavens.

Somewhere beyond Pang Jian's perception, the masked True God clad in silver armor suddenly felt his artifacts behaving erratically. It was as though they were about to disassemble and detach from his body.

He quickly pressed one hand against his armor and the other against his mask, fearing the two items would separate from his body.

The eyes visible beneath the True God's mask flashed with surprise.

"Fan Ao!"

He realized Fan Ao had come prepared this time, preemptively spreading his divine sense and unleashing a technique in an attempt to expose his true identity.

When the masked True God turned around, he saw the visibly anxious and terrified Five-Clawed Gold Dragon.

At the same time, a demonic thought swelled within Long Zhan's mind, forcing him to voice his inner thoughts.

"The Dragon Lair Sect and the Fey Race will never trust the True Gods of the human race again!

"The Dragon Lair Sect will become unprecedentedly powerful once I ascend to the rank of a Fey God through the Dao of Metal!

"The Dragon Race will reign supreme over the Abyss, standing by as mere spectators while the human race battles the foreign races!

"We'll give rise to many more Fey Gods, ascend to the pinnacle of the Abyss, and trample the human race beneath our feet!"

The malicious thoughts deeply buried in Long Zhan's mind were laid bare in one fell swoop.

Long Zhan did not fear Pang Jian, but he did fear the Ice Armor Eel Dragon.

"I never would have thought that my first battle after ascending to the Nirvana Realm would be against a wounded Rank Nine Five-Clawed Gold Dragon," Pang Jian said coldly, slashing forward with his sword.

Extremely pure, dense spiritual power swelled from the dark green fragmented land in Pang Jian's spiritual sea and flowed into the Abyssal Demon Sword.

The spiritual power streaming into the Abyssal Demon Sword was several times purer than ever before and seemed to elevate the sword to an entirely new level!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Six massive otherworldly mysterious realms appeared in a line between Pang Jian and Long Zhan.

Demonesses and demon generals could be seen indulging in revelries and excesses within some of the realms.

One realm showed a horrific landscape resembling an annihilated demonic domain, filled with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

Demons within a different realm roared as they formed demonic arrays within the blazing inferno.

In yet another realm, demonic palaces floated in the void, where ancient Demon Gods were worshiped and given offerings.

The six mysterious realms pointed directly at the Five-Clawed Gold Dragon.

A strange sword light shot forth from the first ring, piercing through each subsequent realm, transforming from a tiny beam into a colossal river of sword light as it sped toward Long Zhan.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The mysterious realms were drawn into the radiant river of sword light as it pierced through them, further amplifying its power.

Boom!

Long Zhan howled in pain as golden fragments of light exploded dazzlingly from his exposed back.

Pang Jian's sword strike had carved a bone-deep wound into him.

Long Zhan raised his claws to strike back, but Pang Jian immediately teleported to another golden bee.

Another sword light came crashing down toward Long Zhan.

Boom!

Pang Jian's successive teleportations and strikes with the Abyssal Demon Sword left one gaping wound after another across Long Zhan's massive body. Each wound was deep enough to expose Long Zhan's bones.

"Pang Jian, face me in a direct battle if you dare!

"Is this the kind of despicable sword technique you cultivate as Li Zhaotian's disciple? You don't even have the courage to confront me head-on!

"Pang Jian, you’re a disgrace to the legacy of the Sword Pavilion and their Sword Gods!"

Long Zhan's massive body thrashed in fury as Pang Jian teleported and slashed at him mercilessly.

His enraged roars echoed through the bizarre mist.

It did not matter what he tried. His claws, the golden beams from his horns, and his dragon's breath all failed to land, striking only at empty air.

Whenever Long Zhan unleashed his dragon's breath in a wide-range attack, Pang Jian simply teleported far away and waited for it to dissipate.

Once its destructive force vanished, he would return to deliver another strike with his sword.

The Five-Clawed Gold Dragon was helpless against Pang Jian's guerrilla tactics.

With each additional wound, his movements slowed, and his desperation grew.

"My cultivation realm is still only equivalent to a Rank Eight. Killing you, Long Zhan, a Rank Nine Fey King would never bring disgrace to the Sword Pavilion."

Another sword strike descended, tearing a gruesome gash across Long Zhan's neck.

His golden blood gushed forth like a fountain.

"Pang Jian!" the Ice Armor Eel Dragon roared as he approached, with the Bee Sovereign and the White Lynx still standing on its horns.

They watched as Pang Jian came dangerously close to executing Long Zhan through death by a thousand cuts.


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