Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

Just as Lin Wushuang and Yanmo Hanba were engaged in an earth-shattering battle, another battle was about to unfold on the other side—

"Hahaha! Night Ember, just as fickle as this chief sinner, I'm starting to admire you!" Mad Dragon laughed as he kept an eye on the main battlefield while spouting nonsense at Night Ember.

"The Sinful Pit needs someone like you! Think it over again, accept my invitation, and come be the second-in-command of the Sinful Pit. We'll play together, go crazy together, wouldn't that be fun! Hehehe!"

To Kuanglong's sudden and insincere second invitation, Ye Jinming merely responded with a disdainful chuckle: "Haa~ The Pit of Sin is full of hidden talents and capable individuals. One more or one less makes no difference. I appreciate this honor."

"Waaaaah... That's such a pity! What a pity!" Upon hearing this, Kuanglong's expression changed instantly. He covered his face and pretended to cry, his shoulders trembling.

However, amidst this seemingly unguarded crying, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes!

Before the cry had even faded, the killing blow had already arrived!

With a laugh, Kuanglong moved closer like a ghost, his Reverse Scale Chain Blade emitting a sharp screech. The blade coiled like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair, the chains rattling. The blade light transformed into a dense green net, enveloping Ye Jinming's vital points with extremely cunning and ruthless angles!

Ye Jinming was prepared for this, after all, Kuanglong was unpredictable and often hid a dagger behind a smile.

Almost at the same instant the fierce light flashed in the eyes of the mad dragon, the Jinghong Sword was already drawn!

"Clang—"

The clear, melodious sound of the sword drowned out the clanging of the chains. Ye Jinming moved with the sword, its light as cold as lightning, instantly unleashing dozens of sharp sword shadows that precisely met the green net of blades!

"Jingle bells—"

The sounds of metal clashing together, as dense as rain, exploded, sparks flew, and the flashing blades created a storm of death!

After a resounding clang, the two figures briefly joined together before separating again.

Ye Jinming stood holding his sword, his arm slightly sore and numb, his heart filled with a chill at the unpredictable and powerful Mad Dragon Blade Technique.

With a laugh, Kuanglong flicked his wrist, the chain knife hanging to the ground, his eyes burning with even greater madness.

"Roar! You're shameless!" Mad Dragon pointed at Ye Jinming, jumping up and down as if he had suffered a great injustice. "While I, Little Dragon, was scheming against you, you turned around and schemed against the adorable Little Dragon! Despicable! Shameless! Vulgar!"

This lunatic has the nerve to say that others schemed against him; it was clearly a premonition.

After all, when facing a madman like Kuanglong, no amount of caution is too much.

Then Ye Jinming twirled his sword, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, and said with a hint of mockery, "When facing a despicable person like you who recognizes the demon as his father, no amount of caution is too much."

"Waaaaah! I'm so angry! How about I try this move again?" Mad Dragon laughed and yelled repeatedly, clearly stung by the words "recognize the demon as father" once again.

Without another word, he swung the Reverse Scale Chain Blade in his hand in a wide arc, and his whole body spun rapidly like a top!

"Raging Dragon Whirlwind!"

In an instant, centered on him, the violent green blade energy gathered and spun wildly, forming a huge tornado that stretched from the sky to the earth!

Countless blades flashed within the tornado, tearing through the air and emitting a mournful howl as it swept towards Ye Jinming. Wherever it passed, deep furrows were plowed into the ground, and rubble was instantly pulverized into powder!

Faced with this terrifying attack, Ye Jinming remained calm and slowly sheathed his Jinghong Sword.

He took a deep breath, and his aura suddenly became inward, as if he had merged with the surrounding world.

With his right hand lightly pressing on the sword hilt, a profound sword intent began to rise.

"Nine times nine returns to one, sword • star mark!"

With a low shout, Ye Jinming drew his sword!

This sword strike had no dazzling sword shadows or brilliant light; it was simply a pure sword light, condensed to the extreme and faster than the visual senses could perceive!

Like the first ray of dawn suddenly splitting through the chaos in the dark night, or like a shooting star piercing the sky, it carried an indomitable and resolute will to break through all laws, and pierced straight into the core of the violent green tornado!

"laugh--"

A soft yet incredibly sharp tearing sound rang out. The seemingly unstoppable whirlwind was actually cleaved in two by this condensed sword light!

The sword's momentum remained undiminished, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, rushing straight towards the mad dragon at the center of the whirlwind!

Kuanglong was, after all, a top-tier innate master, and though startled, he remained calm.

The instant the sword light shattered the whirlwind, he pulled the chain with all his might, and the originally outward-facing Reverse Scale Chain Blade spun back to him at an incredible speed, its true essence surging and transforming into a thick green blade curtain!

"Berserk Slash!"

With a clang, the sword tip struck the center of the Reverse Scale Blade with perfect precision!

A dazzling light burst forth, followed by an even more violent explosion of energy!

The two figures passed each other at the center of the explosion.

When the dust settled, Kuanglong Yishengxiao stood there, his exaggerated smile gone, replaced by a look of astonishment and disbelief.

A thin trail of blood slowly appeared on his left cheek, oozing a bead of crimson blood.

He reached out and touched the wound; it was warm and sticky to the touch.

Ye Jinming steadied himself a few feet away, his face slightly pale, a sweet taste rising in his throat, and a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. However, the Dragon Essence within his body circulated rapidly, and the bloody vomit only appeared for a moment before his aura returned to normal.

That powerful sword strike, which directly countered the force of the Mad Dragon's all-out defense, caused him some internal injuries, but nothing serious.

"Blood... I'm bleeding... You actually, you actually disfigured the handsome, dashing, and debonair Mad Dragon!" Mad Dragon stared blankly at the blood on his fingertip, then exploded like a powder keg!

He trembled with rage, his green robes billowing even without wind, his eyes filled with fury and resentment. "How am I supposed to face my sister now! She loves my face the most! Waaaaah... I won't let you get away with this! I absolutely won't let you get away with this!!!"

Surprisingly, despite his loud pronouncements, he did not rush forward again to fight Ye Jinming to the death.

Instead, she cried and staggered as she retreated towards the sea of ​​clouds below the peak.

"You just wait! You just wait! Once I've healed, once I've regained my handsome looks... I'll come back to take your dog's life! Waaaaah... My face!!!"

The sound faded into the distance, and finally, the green, crazed figure leaped into the air and disappeared into the churning sea of ​​clouds, leaving only the lingering echoes of mournful howls.

Ye Jinming stared at the direction where the mad dragon had disappeared, speechless. He really was a complete lunatic... Every move he made was so unexpected and beyond reason.

However, forcing the mad dragon to retreat was already the best possible outcome.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned to look at another battlefield, and spoke loudly, his tone clearly mocking: "Hey, Demon Lord, your 'adopted son' has run away first, are you still going to continue fighting?"