Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

Chapter 63: Surprises After Surprises (Seeking First Subscription)

Originally, Jin Bazhen's plan was to seize the opportunity to escape the battle, go to find Mu Shaoai for help, and send back the medicine to treat Lian Emei.

However, Ye Jinming had already foreseen the hidden dangers and changed his strategy in advance. He would personally handle the refining of Emei pills, while Jin Bazhen would stop Pan Xiong.

Therefore, although Jin Bazhen fought a tough battle, he persevered and never retreated.

But the price of persisting is the extreme danger we face right now.

Unable to gain the upper hand after a prolonged battle, Panxiong unleashed its ferocity, raising its demonic energy once more. Each move was more ruthless than the last. Jin Bazhen's protective aura had been broken, her hair was disheveled, and blood was spilling from the corner of her mouth. It seemed that she was about to lose her life to Panxiong's extreme attacks.

Just then, the Buddhist triumphant hymn began to play, and the temple bells rang out in unison: "Killing is for the sake of protecting life; cutting off karma is not killing people!"

The vast Buddha light, like the breaking of dawn, dispelled the gloom of the battlefield!

A solemn figure, carrying boundless holy energy, sped towards Ping Mountain. It was none other than Fo Jian Fen Shuo, who had come to support the battle!

Although the Buddhist scroll was not fully drawn, its awe-inspiring and inviolable holy might made even the fierce and monstrous Panxie feel a momentary tremor in his heart, and his attack involuntarily faltered.

"Buddha Sword Discourse? You—how could you be here?" Pan Xiong was terrified.

The name of a person is as famous as the shadow of a tree; the unparalleled strength of the Three Innate Ones is renowned even in the Demon Realm.

Facing this holy practitioner who embodies the art of killing, he suddenly felt immense pressure, and his original confidence in victory vanished in an instant.

Ignoring Pan Xiong's surprise and doubt, Buddha Sword Discourse took a step forward and stood in front of Jin Bazhen, his gaze fixed on Pan Xiong with piercing intensity: "Master, leave it to me!"

With the addition of Buddha Sword Fenshuo, the entire battle at the foot of Ping Mountain was completely reversed.

With the Demon Lord missing, his general trapped, and the demon army leaderless, morale plummeted.

Meanwhile, on the righteous side, the addition of three powerful allies—Yan Guiren, Ye Xiaochai, and Fojian Fenshuo—along with Tan Wuyu and the White-haired Swordsman, formed an absolutely dominant encirclement.

The three demon generals, Shesheng Tongzi, Tengxie Lang, and Panxiong, have now transformed from hunters into prey trapped in a net, with no way to escape seemingly possible.

Back inside the canyon.

Trapped here, the Yama Drought Demon launched a frenzied counterattack, like a trapped beast's last struggle. Its demonic flames soared into the sky, and its blades cleaved the earth, leaving the canyon in ruins.

However, Ye Jinming remained calm and composed, his movements as elusive as a ghost. With the aid of unpredictable spatial teleportation techniques, he never directly confronted Yanmo Hanmei. Instead, he used exquisite sword techniques and movement skills to constantly maneuver, entangle, and wear her down, taking the concept of "delaying" to its extreme.

No matter how furiously Yama and Hanmo attacked, it was like a heavy punch hitting water, unable to achieve complete success.

Just as the two were locked in fierce combat, their swords clashing wildly—

The sky above the canyon was suddenly torn apart by a sudden and intense surge of demonic energy!

A jet-black demonic aura, like a shooting star flying backwards, shot from the direction of Ping Mountain, tearing through the sky and instantly attracting the attention of the two people in the canyon!

Although the demonic energy was weak and chaotic, its fundamental characteristics were all too familiar to Yama and Hanba!

The Yama Drought Demon's crimson eyes suddenly contracted, its mind reeling: "It's Panxiong, damn it!"

He instantly understood what the flying demonic energy meant—

His general, Pan Xiong, has already been defeated and killed!

The situation in Pingshan has likely taken a sharp turn for the worse!

An ominous premonition instantly gripped his heart.

Meanwhile, Ye Jinming, whose smile had always been faint, now had become more pronounced, even taking on a playful curve.

This grand drama, secretly orchestrated by him and involving multiple parties, is finally steadily approaching its climax, following the script he wrote.

All pieces are in place, all variables are locked, and all that remains is to wait for the harvest.

"Oh dear," Ye Jinming shook his head, feigning surprise, his tone almost overflowing with teasing, "It seems that not all people in the Demon Realm are as resilient as you, Demon Lord. It hasn't been long, and one of your generals has already fallen. Demon Lord, you'd better step up your game, or you'll be all alone on the road to the Yellow Springs, how lonely that would be."

"Night, Ashes, Dawn! Die!"

The last vestige of reason was completely ignited. The news of Pan Xiong's death and Ye Jinming's mockery became the final straw that broke the camel's back, pushing Yanmo Hanmei to her limit of endurance!

He roared like thunder, his eyes bloodshot, and his demonic energy poured into the Yama Desolate God Slash with all his might!

"Wild God Slash!"

The giant blade erupted with an unprecedentedly dazzling blood-red light, and the demonic flames solidified, like a world-destroying ferocious god descending from the deepest hell!

This strike was unrestrained, a final blow aimed at cleaving this hateful man and the entire canyon into nothingness!

Faced with this furious, desperate attack, far more powerful than before, Ye Jinming's eyes narrowed; he knew he could no longer simply engage in a war of attrition.

He stopped abruptly, the Jinghong sword emitted a clear and melodious sound, and he shoved it back into its sheath at his waist.

At the same time, he slowly raised both palms and held them in front of his chest, releasing a surge of true essence that was completely different from before.

This is the first time the profound meaning of the Sacred Heart Technique has appeared in the world!

"The Flowing Light of the Cold Sky is Absolutely Terrifying!"

With a sharp shout, Ye Jinming thrust both palms forward!

Instead of a fierce palm strike, there was an invisible and intangible, yet seemingly capable of freezing time and space, extreme icy power that erupted from him and instantly filled the entire canyon!

The icy blue cold wave, visible to the naked eye, swept across the land like a raging torrent. Wherever it passed, countless ice crystals and snowflakes condensed in the air, and the ground was instantly covered with a thick layer of black ice. Crystalline icicles hung from the cliff walls on both sides!

Even the destructive blade energy that was slashing down was quickly covered with pale frost, and the speed of the downward slash was visibly slowed down!

Yama Hanmei felt a chill run through her body, and her feet were firmly locked by the mysterious ice that appeared out of nowhere, making it difficult for her to move!

However, the closer they are to the brink of despair, the more their inherent ferocity and fighting instincts are unleashed to the extreme!

He roared and, ignoring the stinging pain in his meridians, forcefully pushed the Reverse Scripture beyond its limits!

"Break for me!!!"

The ice binding his feet shattered with a deafening roar, and the frost covering the blade's aura was shattered by the raging demonic flames!

The moment it broke free of its restraints, Yama's Drought Demon Blade unleashed its power once more. Although its strength was weakened by the erosion of the cold air and the forced burst, it was still incomparably fierce, slashing down towards Ye Jinming!

Just as the blade's energy struck his body, Ye Jinming moved, combining the Jinghong Sword and the Hantian Palm into one!

The sword intent, though arriving late, struck precisely at the weak point of the weakened blade energy, further weakening and deflecting it.

At the same time, the chilling palm force contained in Ye Jinming's left palm, like a bone-deep infection, slammed fiercely into Yanmo Hanmei's right arm holding the sword along the edge of the deflected blade energy!

"clang--"

The swords clashed again, and Ye Jinming was thrown backward by the remaining force, his blood churning.

However, the icy aura in his palm also firmly penetrated the meridians of Yama Hanmei's arm!

"Ugh—" Yama Hanba groaned, feeling his right arm go numb instantly. A chilling, bone-piercing, and strange energy that seemed to freeze life spread rapidly along his meridians. Wherever it passed, demonic blood stagnated and muscles stiffened!

A thin layer of white frost had even formed on the surface of his arms.

Forced by the chilling aura, Yama Hanba went completely mad, recklessly unleashing his demonic energy. His dark red demonic flames roared to their peak, making him resemble an erupting volcano!

The blazing, violent demonic flames fiercely clashed with the invading, chilling aura, hissing as they finally forced the aura out of the body, where it dissipated as wisps of white smoke.

However, this resulted in him expending even more energy, and his breathing became noticeably erratic.

"Night Ember, you truly surprise this Demon Lord time and time again!" His voice was hoarse, like sand grinding against each other. "Come, continue!"

"I won't disappoint the Demon Lord." Ye Jinming calmed his inner breath, and the calm smile returned to his face. However, his gaze passed over Yama Hanba and turned to the sky above the canyon.

At that very moment—

"ah"

A clear, resonant shout, yet imbued with an overwhelming and unyielding power, descended from the sky above the canyon like a celestial melody.

Yama Hanba and Ye Jinming both looked up at the same time.

A peerless immortal figure, enveloped in a seven-colored glow, had somehow appeared, hovering above the canyon. His robes fluttered, his posture transcendent; he had recovered his full power after consuming the elixir meticulously prepared by Mu Shaoai.

Practicing Emei Mountain in Pingshan!

Her body was filled with the five elements, and her entire body was filled with immortal energy, demonstrating her power once again.

The demon remained unmoved, instead displaying a state of feigned arrogance.

Yama, the drought demon, forcefully summoned his demonic energy, brandishing his sword to the sky, his wild laughter shaking the wilderness: "Hmm? Lian Emei, come on!"

Lian Emei's eyes were cold and clear, devoid of joy or sorrow. She slowly floated into the air, her palms drawing mysterious trajectories in front of her chest, drawing together the energy of heaven and earth.

In an instant, a brilliant silver light illuminated the dark canyon. Yin energy flowed in the left hand, like the sun sinking, while Yang energy rose in the right hand, like the rising sun!

"The Immortal's Trail!"

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