Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

At the foot of Ping Mountain, the battle situation changed once again.

After the shouts of the immortals and demons, their ultimate moves clashed once more, stirring up clouds of dust.

Before the aftershocks had subsided, amidst the smoke and dust, Lian Emei's body was injured, and she could no longer suppress the surging blood and qi and the demonic energy invading her meridians. She vomited another mouthful of crimson blood, staining her clothes red.

She staggered, her breath like a candle flickering in the wind, clearly on the verge of exhaustion.

"The training of Emei is over! Hahahaha!" Yama Hanba laughed wildly, his eyes flashing with ferocity. How could he let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill his enemy?

With a tremor, the Yama Drought Demon's body surged, and its immense demonic energy rose again. Although the Yama Desolate God Slash was not swung again, its ferocious palm, wreathed in dark red demonic flames, carried the power to shatter mountains and split rocks, heading straight for Lian Emei!

If this palm strike lands, even someone at the level of an immortal will surely have their soul scattered!

Seeing this, Buddha Sword Fenshuo suppressed his own injuries, and the holy light of the Buddha's Decree rose again, intending to sacrifice himself to protect him.

However, Yama's palm strike had been brewing for a long time and was as fast as lightning, making Buddha Sword's rescue half a second too late!

In that life-or-death moment—

"Hmm?" Just as the Yama Drought Demon's palm strike was about to be unleashed, he suddenly sensed an extremely unnatural and eerie fluctuation emanating from the space around Lian Emei.

It was neither the flow of true qi nor the light of magic, but a kind of distortion as if space itself had been forcibly "folded"!

In the next instant, the space beside Lian Emei cracked open like a shattered mirror, revealing an irregular, pitch-black fissure!

The gap was not empty; instead, it flowed with a deep purple light.

Swah——

A bolt of purple lightning flashed through the spatial rift, faster than the eyes could perceive.

Before everyone could react, Lian Emei, who had been standing under the precarious wall, had vanished into thin air, leaving only a wisp of purple light slowly dissipating in her place.

"Boom—" Yama Hanba's ferocious palm slammed into empty space, blasting a bottomless crater into the ground. The demonic energy instantly burned the soil and rocks to ashes, but it didn't even touch the hem of Lian Emei's clothes.

"It's you again! Night, Ash, Bright!" Yama Hanba suddenly turned her head, her crimson demonic eyes staring intently at the other side of the battlefield, her anger almost bursting out.

He instantly understood that this unpredictable and spatial manipulation technique could only be possessed by Ye Jinming, who had repeatedly thwarted his plans.

Not far away, Ye Jinming stood leisurely beside Fo Jianfenshuo, gently waving his black fan.

The purple light that had just saved Lian Emei was now slowly merging into the black folding fan in his hand.

Behind him, the dozen or so top assassins of the Blood Devouring Evil were frozen in place as if under a spell. Their vital points had been pierced and sealed by countless tiny purple sword energies. Although they were not dead, they had completely lost their fighting ability and were like statues.

Ye Jinming set Lian Emei aside, saying, "Yunren, Master Fojian, I will temporarily take over this place."

Immediately, he turned to meet the murderous gaze of the Yama Drought Demon. His black fan unfurled with a "whoosh," covering half his face, revealing a playful smile in his eyes.

"These 'new friends' that the Demon Lord has found seem to be a bit... not up to par."

He lightly tapped the imprisoned assassins with the tip of his fan. "I haven't even used much force, and they've all fallen. If the Demon Lord thinks he can use them to keep me here, he's mistaken."

Yama Hanba glanced at the group of useless, bloodthirsty evil spirits and cursed them inwardly as "trash."

But how could his demon lord's majesty be shaken by such a setback?

His demonic flames roared back to life, his aura growing even stronger. He sneered, "Hahaha! No problem, if they're not fun, then I, the Demon Lord, will play with you myself! Ye Jinming, today, Pingshan will be your burial ground!"

"Oh? Then Demon Lord, you'd better watch out!" Upon hearing this, Ye Jinming was not afraid at all. Instead, he stretched and yawned, as if he was not facing the infamous Demon Lord, but an ordinary opponent.

Just as he stretched out his arms to their fullest extent—

With a hum, a massive, incredibly complex magic array composed of countless purple runes appeared out of nowhere from the ground at the foot of Ping Mountain, centered on Ye Jinming's feet!

The array's light shot into the sky instantly, enveloping Ye Jinming, Yanmo Hanba, and Lian Emei and Fojian Fenshuo not far away!

"Hmm? An array?" Although Yama Hanba did not understand the specific effects of the array, his combat instincts made him react immediately. Without hesitation, he struck the core of the array with a palm, trying to interrupt the spellcasting.

However, his palm strike, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, only stirred up ripples on the array wall where purple light flowed, before being easily dissolved and absorbed by the spatial power contained in the array.

Yama Hanba felt a sudden surge of purple light before her eyes, and the surrounding scenery instantly distorted and blurred.

When he felt a solid touch under his feet and the light faded, he looked closely and found that he was no longer at the foot of Ping Mountain, but in a remote, deserted canyon with towering cliffs on both sides!

A sliver of light shone overhead, dim and lifeless, with only the howling of the wind.

The figures of Lian Emei and Fojian Fenshuo have disappeared.

Before him, only the white-clad figure, still calm and composed, remained—Ye Jinming.

"Spatial teleportation?" Yama Hanba instantly understood. He shouldered the Yama Desolate God Slash, surveyed the desolate land, and sneered disdainfully, "You teleported me here, yet you don't escape? Are you overconfident, or foolish enough to think you can kill me here all by yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Jinming smiled mysteriously and lightly waved his black fan: "Ha, Demon Lord, you jest. The one who should run away... is not me, but you."

"Arrogant!" Despite the fierce battles and the depletion caused by the Buddha Sword and the Lian Emei Sect, the Demon Lord's ferocious power remained overwhelming, his demonic energy seemingly inexhaustible. He sneered, "Without that sword, could you have done it?"

Ye Jinming shook his head, a look of almost pity on his face, but his tone carried a hint of mockery: "Alas, Demon Lord, I am the kind of person who cannot bear to kill, so why force me to take action?"

"You dare—" Yama Hanba had never been so mocked before, and his anger was instantly ignited, about to utter a curse.

After all, Ye Jinming's repeated assassination attempts did not seem like the actions of someone who did not kill.

However, in the instant that his mind cracked slightly in his rage—

"call out--"

A thin, sharp, and incredibly fast purple sword light, faster than thought could process, appeared out of nowhere in front of Yama Hanba's chest, seemingly traversing the distance of space!

With a soft thud, the sound of a sharp weapon piercing through demonic armor and tearing apart a demonic body rang out.

A sneak attack! Another sneak attack!

The curses of Yama Hanba abruptly ceased. He looked down and saw a deep, narrow bloodstain on his chest, near his heart! Demonic blood gushed out like a fountain!

That sword strike was too fast and too unpredictable!

If it weren't for his powerful demonic body, which allowed him to instinctively deflect the attack slightly, it would probably have pierced his heart again.

"Ugh..." Yama Hanba groaned, the demonic energy at the wound writhing wildly, flashing with dark red demonic light. The terrifying wound healed completely in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a scar...