Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

Just then, outside the sword formation, Teng Xielang and Shesheng Tongzi's rescue ultimate move arrived fiercely!

Two violent torrents of energy crashed violently into the outer barrier of the Zhige Flowing Sword Formation!

"Boom—"

With Mo Kuang injured and reinforcements arriving, this demon-slaying operation could only be declared a failure.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Jinming had made his decision.

He took a deep look at the Yama Drought Demon, who was so close to him, with a ferocious face but still staring at him intently. With a flick of his wrist, the Mo Kuang sword emitted a clear and melodious sword cry and was suddenly drawn out of the Demon Lord's body, bringing with it a trail of scorching demon blood.

"What a pity." Ye Jinming's voice was calm and even, yet carried a faint trace of regret. "Demon Lord, your life will be temporarily suspended. We... will meet again someday."

Before he finished speaking, purple ripples suddenly appeared around him, like waves of water!

The ripples spread rapidly, enveloping his entire body.

Teng Xielang and Shesheng Tongzi's attacks followed closely, but only shattered the scattered purple light fragments.

Ye Jinming's figure vanished without a trace in an instant, like an ink droplet dissolving into water, leaving only faint, rapidly dissipating spatial fluctuations in the air.

The Zhige Flowing Sword Formation also dimmed and dissipated rapidly as Ye Jinming and Mo Kuang left, with thousands of sword energies turning into points of light and annihilating.

Without the unsettling suppression of the Zhige Flowing Sword Formation, the remaining demonic energy within Yama Hanba's body began to surge and flow again like a flood breaking through a dam.

Although the injuries were extremely severe, the piercing wound in his chest, which had been eroded by Mo Kuang, still caused him waves of burning pain and was healing slowly, but at least his strength was gradually recovering.

He groaned, using the Enma Desolate God Slash to support himself, and slowly but laboriously stood up.

The demon's body remained upright, despite being stained with blood and its aura weakened, but the majesty and domineering presence befitting the overlord of the demon realm had not diminished in the slightest.

Teng Xielang and Shesheng Tongzi rushed to his side immediately.

Teng Xielang reached out to help him, asking urgently, "Demon Lord! What's wrong?"

Yama Hanba brushed his hand away, steadied herself, then wiped the demonic blood from the corner of her mouth. Her scarlet demonic eyes looked in the direction where Ye Jinming had disappeared, where there was nothing.

He grinned, revealing bloodstained teeth, his voice hoarse yet still filled with undeniable domineering confidence.

"It's alright!" He paused, as if declaring to himself and his subordinates, "He can't kill me."

Even so, the wound on his chest that was healing and the ancient, massive sword in its handle sent a chill down his spine.

Besides Lian Emei, Ye Jinming was the second person to bring him to the brink of despair.

If only that giant sword hadn't given way, if only my subordinates hadn't arrived in time... This thought flashed through my mind, only to be replaced by a deeper rage and murderous intent.

"Return to the Demon Realm!" Yama Hanba said no more, turned around, and took slightly heavy but still firm steps.

Teng Xielang and Shesheng Tongzi followed closely behind, and the demon generals surrounded their wounded monarch, quickly disappearing into the darkness leading to the depths of the Otherworld.

After returning to the Demon Realm, Yama made some simple arrangements.

He then hastily announced that he would go into seclusion, and that all matters would be discussed after he emerged from seclusion.

From this perspective, Tan Wuyu was spared one more life-threatening ordeal.

.........

In the distance, atop a solitary peak, clouds and mist swirl.

Purple ripples spread silently in the space, and Ye Jinming stepped out from them, his robes fluttering in the mountain wind.

He did not deliberately conceal his aura, so at almost the same time, a figure as deep as night slowly emerged from the shadows of the peak.

Mu Wuheng stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering slightly in the wind. Beneath the mask that concealed his face, his gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, and he had been waiting there for a long time.

Seeing Ye Jinming's calm expression, Mu Wuheng asked curiously, "Did you fail?"

Ye Jinming shook his head and casually said, "The bones of demons are too hard; a bone crusher is needed to break them."

Upon hearing Ye Jinming's words, Mu Wuheng breathed a sigh of relief. If Yanmo Hanba was truly killed by this person alone, then the danger level of the person in front of him would far exceed expectations. In that case, he would have to be extremely vigilant if he were to make a deal with him.

After a pause, Ye Jinming said with a hint of sarcasm, "Speaking of which, I paid a hefty price for this mission. Is this all the Candlelight Flame Sect can do?"

As he spoke, Ye Jinming unceremoniously shifted some of the blame for his failed ambush onto Ye Jinming.

Caught in the crossfire for no reason, Mu Wuheng clenched his fist tightly in his sleeve, his anger surging within him. He almost burst out cursing: If he had known that Yama Drought Demon was so monstrous, he wouldn't have taken this mission...

...Ahem, he will still take orders in order to find Ni Xi's whereabouts.

Suppressing his anger, Mu Wuheng snorted coldly and forcefully steered the conversation back on track: "The mission is to surround and kill the Yama Drought Demon, and to inflict as much damage as possible on him, not to kill him!"

If the task involved eliminating Yama Hanba, he wouldn't have accepted the job; instead, he would have tried to obtain the information from Ye Jinming.

"Forget it, forget it." Ye Jinming waved his hand listlessly, seemingly too lazy to waste any more words with Mu Wuhengquan.

With a flick of his sleeve, a beam of white light shot towards Mu Wuhengquan like an arrow.

It was a letter folded and sealed using special techniques, as thin as a cicada's wing.

Mu Wuheng reached out and took it, immediately feeling a surge of powerful force. Fortunately, he had a solid foundation and avoided making a fool of himself.

"What you're looking for—clues about the 'Rebellious Seal'—is all here." Ye Jinming couldn't help but chuckle when he saw Mu Wuhengquan sway slightly. "But that's on the condition that you have the ability to obtain it!"

Mu Wuheng did not open the letter immediately, but held it tightly in his hand. His eyes, hidden behind the black mask, were fixed on Ye Jinming as if he wanted to see right through him.

The person before me is mysterious, powerful, and unpredictable. Whether the clues he provides are bait or a trap remains to be seen.

"Then you needn't worry about it." Mu Wuheng finally replied coldly, his figure retreating and disappearing into the shadows beneath his feet as if melting away, along with his aura, as if he had never existed.

Watching Mu Wuheng leave, Ye Jinming's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Candlelight Without Flame, truly pathetic. The Blood Ranking is far more useful!"

To be fair, Mu Wuhengquan is quite capable, but he has gone mad in his pursuit of revenge.

He was an orphan from the Neon Village, destroyed by the shockwaves of the battle between the God of War and the God of Sin long ago.

Later, in order to seek revenge, he painstakingly pursued the unification of the Seven Rebellious Seals, all in order to avenge himself against the God of War, Du Qianqiu.

Unfortunately, it still failed...

His daughter, Hua Qingxiao, is quite pretty; I might want to get to know her sometime.

Shrugging, Ye Jinming turned and left the mountain peak...