Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

However, Yama Hanba was prepared, and Ye Jinming had also anticipated this.

This wave was exactly what I predicted, just as you predicted.

A glint flashed in Ye Jinming's eyes, and a cold smile played on his lips.

His seemingly all-out charge, aimed straight at Enma's heart, took a strange turn at the last moment!

The momentum of the charge paused slightly in mid-air, and then, as if he had lost his weight, he was gently swayed by the airflow generated by the spinning Yama Drought Demon Blade, like a willow catkin in the wind, using the force to change direction!

"laugh--"

The trajectory of the Swift Swallow Sword drew an almost imperceptible arc in the air, miraculously bypassing the blocking blade at the last second. The tip of the sword was no longer aimed at the heart, but rather—

throat!

The Yama Drought Demon's crimson demonic eyes suddenly contracted!

He never expected that his opponent could make such a wonderful change of direction at such high speed. This was not just about speed, but also about the ultimate control over power, airflow, and even the opponent's psychology!

In the rush, he only had time to tilt his head back sharply, the muscles in his neck instinctively tensing like iron, and the demonic energy surging wildly towards his throat!

"Clang—"

With a sharp, teeth-grinding sound, the tip of the Jinghong Sword pierced the throat of the Yama Drought Demon!

The sensation from the tip of the sword was not like piercing flesh, but more like striking divine iron that had been forged through countless hammer blows!

Ye Jinming felt a jolt in his arm. After the sword tip pierced in about an inch, it encountered unimaginable resistance, as if it were stuck in layers of incredibly tough leather and metal, making it impossible to advance any further!

This Yama Drought Demon is truly monstrous; even its neck is so stiff.

It's also possible that the Yama Drought Demon has a special constitution, requiring even stronger divine weapons to break through its defenses.

"Ugh!" Yama Hanba let out a muffled groan. Although his defenses were not broken, the heavy blow to his throat caused his blood to surge, his vision to go black, and a cold sword aura tried to penetrate his body. Although it was blocked by the powerful demonic energy, it was still extremely uncomfortable.

Humiliation and rage instantly overwhelmed his reason—he had been driven to such a wretched state by a nobody he had never heard of, and had even been nearly stabbed in the throat!

"court death!"

The Demon Lord's rage was completely ignited. With his empty left hand, his five fingers spread wide, dark red demonic energy of destruction instantly condensed, transforming into a terrifying vortex that twisted and spun, striking Ye Jinming in the chest, who was right next to him!

This palm strike was unleashed in anger, and given the close distance, its power was enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, determined to kill this wretched brat on the spot!

In a flash, Ye Jinming also felt the powerful palm force coming towards him. Without being greedy for credit, he instantly withdrew the Jinghong Sword that was stuck in the opponent's throat. At the same time, his left palm was already ready to strike. The pure white true essence in his palm condensed into a rotating ball of energy. Without dodging or avoiding, he fiercely pushed forward to meet the destructive palm!

"boom--"

Their palms collided without any fancy moves!

Before any sound was heard, a terrifying shockwave, visible to the naked eye and mixed with pitch-black demonic energy and pure white light, suddenly burst out in a spherical shape!

Immediately following was a deafening roar, like thunder crashing down from the heavens onto the wasteland!

The ground beneath their feet could no longer withstand the force and collapsed, creating a crater several meters in diameter. Countless grains of sand and gravel were whipped up by the violent energy and shot into the air, forming a giant, grayish-yellow dust column!

The gale spread wildly outwards from the point of impact, making the clothes and hair of the heavily injured Tan Wuyu and Mu Shaoai flutter wildly, almost blinding them.

Amidst the billowing dust and smoke, two figures could be vaguely seen shooting backward from the center of the destruction.

"Ta-da..."

Ye Jinming retreated gracefully, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground. He only managed to stabilize himself after retreating seven or eight zhang. His face flushed red, then turned pale. His left hand, which had received the palm strike, trembled slightly. His blood and qi surged within him, and a trickle of blood slowly spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Even though he had used all his strength to deflect the Demon Lord's angry palm strike, he still suffered serious internal injuries.

On the other side, Yama Hanba also staggered back three steps before stopping.

Although he had the upper hand, it was a disgrace to be repeatedly injured by an unknown junior!

The fury and killing intent in his demonic eyes almost solidified and burst forth.

The dust settled, and the surrounding area became deathly silent.

The eclipse's light added to the bleakness and desolation of the devastated battlefield.

The wound on Yama's throat gradually healed, but he frowned slightly. "I never expected that the Bitter Realm would have someone as capable as you!"

Ye Jinming wiped the vomit from the corner of his mouth. With the Dragon Essence strengthening his body, his injuries had almost completely healed in an instant. "Unlike the Demon Lord, who only likes to bully the old, weak, sick, and disabled!"

Upon hearing this, Yama, the Drought Demon, turned to look at the severely injured Mu Shaoai and let out a triumphant and arrogant laugh: "Hahaha! This is nothing more than giving someone a taste of their own medicine! Mu Shaoai, what do you think?"

Mu Shaoai clutched his wound, feeling some pain, but still managed a forced, bitter smile: "Hehehe... I didn't expect the Demon Lord of Another Dimension to actually hold a grudge. It's just that he's been tempted by demonic thoughts."

The Yama Drought Demon stopped looking at him and instead turned its icy gaze to Tan Wuyu beside it. It slowly raised its giant blade, pointing it at the talented scholar: "Hmph, Tan Wuyu, I didn't expect you to be able to block my blade. Indeed, you are skilled. I admire you, but today you will still die!"

Tan Wuyu smiled wryly, "Ha, the Demon Lord really doesn't leave any room for maneuver."

Finally, Yama, the Drought Demon, turned his gaze to Ye Jinming. "And you, Ye Jinming, I've experienced your methods. I hope you can withstand my methods next!"

Ye Jinming calmly replied, "Hey, Demon Lord, you're too greedy. Do you want another gift?"

These words enraged Yama, who unleashed his demonic energy and prepared another ultimate move.

The eclipse has not yet receded. On the desolate wilderness, a single demon reigns supreme, while the three heroes are all wounded. The situation is extremely precarious!

Although he appeared calm on the surface, Ye Jinming looked at the two seriously injured men and then at the imposing and relentlessly pressing Yama Hanba.

It's unbelievable that Tan Wuyu and Mu Shaoai were both crippled after only a few rounds of fighting.

Are they acting out my story?

And what about Yama and Hanba? Is it really necessary for them to protect their demonic hearts so well?

It's true what they say: once bitten by a snake, twice shy!

However, now that we've tested Yama Hanba's strength, there's no need to continue fighting him.

"Wait a minute!" Ye Jinming said in a flash.

Startled by Ye Jinming's sudden remark, Yanmo Hanba stopped in her tracks and coldly said, "Hmm? It's too late to beg for mercy now!"

Ye Jinming stood with one hand behind his back, his fingers twitching slightly, and a wisp of purple light seeped into the ground. Then, he said in a pretentious manner, "No, Demon Lord, there's just one more thing I want to say..."

Yama, the drought demon, didn't seem to care. "Do you have any last words?"

What I wanted to say was—

Just as Ye Jinming finished speaking, the ground around Tan Wuyu and Mu Shaoai suddenly cracked open, sending up clouds of dust that obscured the three of them.

By the time Yama and Hanba realized that they could no longer see ahead, they quickly unleashed a palm strike, scattering the dust.

But when the smoke cleared, all that could be seen was a deep crater...

Then, the lingering echo of Ye Jinming's voice drifted over—

"Demon Lord, we'll meet again sometime! I'll come find you again next time!"