Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

"Is that all you've got? You've really disappointed me!" Yama, the Drought Demon, grinned maliciously, his demonic energy suddenly erupting, and the threads of light that wrapped around his body snapped inch by inch!

Then, Yanmo Hanba's aura surged, and Tan Wuyu and Mu Shaoai were immediately forced back several steps.

At the same time, Yama Hanba exerted force with his feet, and the Demon-Trapping Formation shattered, turning into countless points of light that dissipated!

Ye Jinming, who was in charge of the formation, suffered a backlash from his magic. He groaned and staggered back several steps, his face turning slightly pale.

It seems that Yama Hanba, who has absorbed the Heavenly Throne and the Arrogant Laughter Technique, is now even stronger than before.

The demon-trapping formation he learned from Mu Lingfeng had little effect on him.

"Show me what else you can do! Otherwise, the game ends here!" The Yama Drought Demon's giant blade pointed, its killing intent locked onto Tan Wuyu. "The Ferocious Swallow Returns!"

The blade struck again, but faster and more cunning than before!

A blood-red blade, condensed to the point of being tangible, hurtled towards Tan Wuyu with a piercing shriek, its speed almost exceeding the limits of sight!

With no way to avoid it, Tan Wuyu's pupils contracted. As his true energy condensed and circulated within his body, the divine weapon Fengliu Sword in the sword pouch on his back shot out, transforming into a streak of crimson light, like a phoenix spreading its wings and soaring into the sky!

"Ah—the phoenix roars to the heavens!"

Tan Wuyu unleashed his full power, revealing his secret techniques that he had kept hidden away!

The phantom phoenix and the blood-red swallow collided violently in mid-air!

"Clang—"

The piercing sound of metal clashing echoed across the wilderness!

With a mournful cry, the phoenix wings dimmed and it flew back.

The crimson swallow blade was also mostly dispersed, but the remaining energy still slammed into Tan Wuyu's crossed arms as he blocked!

"Pfft!" Tan Wuyu spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, landing heavily on the ground. His chest was stained crimson, and his breath weakened drastically. Although he managed to deflect the attack with the Wind and Flow Sword and barely escape his death calamity, he had suffered extremely severe injuries and was unable to fight again for the time being.

Just as Yama Hanba had defeated Tan Wuyu with a single move, her old strength exhausted and new strength yet to arise, and her attention was diverted by the fallen Tan Wuyu and Mu Shaoai, who was preparing to come to his rescue—

Nightfall has moved!

He remained hidden on the flank, his aura concealed, as if observing and waiting.

In that split second, it was drawn with astonishing speed, slicing through the void!

The sword's edge has not yet appeared, but its intent has already arrived!

A stream of light, condensed to its extreme and faster than thought, burst forth from the Nightfall Sword!

There was no grand scale, no dazzling lights and shadows, only pure and extreme "speed" and "sharpness"!

"Sword - Flowing Light!"

The first move of the Flowing Light Sword Technique – Flowing Light!

Logically speaking, given Ye Jinming's previous foundation, he shouldn't have been able to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the other three as one of the Four Sharpest Swordsmen of the Northern Territory. However, the reason he was able to close the gap was precisely because of his unpredictable and extremely fast swordsmanship. (Now, after being enhanced by the Dragon Essence, it is no less powerful than Ao Jian Qian Qiu.)

A flash of light appeared, seemingly traversing spatial distance, and pierced straight at the seam of the demon armor on Yama Hanba's chest, which was slightly exposed due to the swing of his sword!

That place is the Achilles' heel of Yama, the very heart of the demon!

The Yama Drought Demon's demonic consciousness screamed an alarm, its fighting instincts were extremely terrifying, and at the critical moment it forcibly twisted its body, at the same time the black light of its demonic armor surged!

"laugh--"

With a soft sound, the flowing sword energy was just a fraction faster, piercing the tiny flaw with perfect precision, and slicing a deep, bone-revealing, and over a foot-long, hideous wound on the Yama Drought Demon's chest!

Dark red demonic blood spurted out instantly!

"Uh!" Yama Hanba's body trembled, and he looked down at the wound on his chest, his eyes revealing shock and anger for the first time.

He never expected that this seemingly weak boy, who always relied on magic for support, would actually possess such a sharp and terrifying fast sword!

However, the Demon Lord's body is incomparably powerful!

Demonic blood surged at the wound, and the flesh began to writhe and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Ye Jinming retreated immediately after his attack, his figure already gracefully landing several feet away. Looking at the rapidly healing wounds of Yanmo Hanba, a look of both admiration and mockery appeared on his face: "As expected of the Demon Lord who now shakes the Bitter Realm, besides his big mouth, his flesh is also astonishingly thick."

These words, though seemingly casual, are full of sarcasm; they may not be very hurtful, but they are extremely insulting!

Yama, the Drought Demon, slowly raised his head, his crimson demonic eyes fixed on Ye Jinming. His raging fury almost materialized into flames burning in his eyes, but instead, he lowered his voice, speaking each word slowly and deliberately, chillingly cold:

"Your name, courtesy name."

Ye Jinming dusted off his sleeves, as if his astonishing sword strike had been merely a casual gesture, and smiled, "A single sword strike startles the heavens, Ye Jinming. How is it, Demon Lord? Are you satisfied with this little 'surprise'?"

"Very good!" Yama Hanba squeezed out two words through gritted teeth. His anger reached its peak, yet he displayed an extreme calmness and terror.

Without another word, he brandished the Yama Desolate God Slash, the blade humming as it locked onto Ye Jinming, unleashing a more concentrated and violent blade aura than before!

However, Ye Jinming seemed to have anticipated this. Just before the blade was about to strike his body, his figure blurred like a phantom, and he used a mysterious movement technique to instantly move several dozen feet to the side, narrowly avoiding the angry attack!

"boom--"

The blade's energy missed its target, striking the ground and instantly creating a terrifying crater several meters in diameter, sending sand and gravel flying into the sky!

Several swift attacks failed to catch the slippery kid, and a hint of impatience and calculation flashed in Yama Hanba's demonic eyes.

He instantly changed his target—turning his attention to Mu Shaoai, who was healing Tan Wuyu.

"Watch out!" Ye Jinming quickly warned upon seeing this.

But it was too late. Yama Hanba moved with the blade, as fast as a ghost, and instantly closed in on Mu Shaoai!

Mu Shaoai reacted extremely quickly, tilting the pipe horizontally and using her soft strength to try to block and deflect the force.

"clang!"

The pipe collided with the giant blade, producing a crisp sound. Mu Shaoai felt an irresistible force coming from it, and his soft strength was instantly broken!

However, the Yama Drought Demon's blade suddenly changed direction. The blade, which was originally slashing, used the force of the recoil to slash upwards at an incredible angle!

"Rip—"

The blade sliced ​​across Mu Shaoai's waist and abdomen, tearing his protective energy like paper, and blood spurted out instantly!

"Ugh—" Mu Shaoai groaned in pain, staggering backward. His face turned ashen, and a deep, bone-revealing wound on his waist and abdomen was shocking. Blood quickly stained his blue robe.

He managed to stop the bleeding by applying pressure to acupoints, but his breathing was extremely weak, and he could barely stand.

"Mu Shaoai, how are you?" Upon seeing this, Tan Wuyu rushed to Mu Shaoai's side, but because he was too anxious, he aggravated his injuries and coughed up another mouthful of blood.

At the very instant that Yama, the Drought Demon, suddenly changed tactics and severely injured Mu Shaoai with a single strike—

Nightfall has begun to stir.

Without the slightest hesitation, he moved like lightning, transforming into a streak of light indistinguishable to the naked eye, shooting straight at Yama Hanba!

The Jinghong Sword in his hand rang out with a clear and resonant sound, its tip trembling and gathering an extreme cold light. Even before he arrived, the sharpness that pierced through everything made the air creak slightly.

"Trying to use the same trick again?" Although Yama Hanba was laughing triumphantly, his demonic consciousness never relaxed its control over the entire scene.

He had already anticipated that this slippery kid would take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, and even predicted the most likely direction of the attack—the Demon Heart!

Just as the light of the Night Ember Sword reached his body, he did not parry with his own blade. The massive Yama Desolate God Slash spun half a circle in his hand as if it were nothing, its broad blade acting like the most solid shield, precisely protecting his vital heart!

The timing and angle are exquisite, achieved through stillness overcoming movement, and simplicity overcoming skill...