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Chapter 546 If he won't give in, then you give in.

"what?"

Wang Huaishuang's hand, gripping the broken gun, trembled slightly, her knuckles turning white. She stared at the long, blood-red dragon of torches stretching across the northern horizon, her pupils contracting sharply.
"Come so fast?"

Her hoarse voice was filled with disbelief.

The Demon King's advance was a full half hour faster than expected, which meant that all the carefully planned ambush had failed.

Even the smoke and fighting at the scene were still ongoing.

She slammed the broken gun hard onto the saddle, the clanging of metal particularly jarring in the silent Gobi Desert.
"It's all Meng Xinghun's fault, he insisted on courting death!"

A flash of resentment crossed her eyes, but it quickly turned into relief.
"It's fortunate that he's dead, otherwise things would have become troublesome."

She didn't care how Liang Jin died; what she cared about was that the Demon King had to die tonight.

If the Demon King fails to die tonight, it will inevitably raise alarm, and Wang Huaishuang will likely lose this opportunity completely.

But as she gazed at the still churning cloud of smoke, a sudden unease welled up within her. The Demon-Slaying King's entourage was about to arrive, yet Master Beihuan had yet to appear.

"Master of Sorrow and Joy, I have something to say!"

She shouted at the top of her lungs, trying to tell Beihuan about the current situation.

Her voice, however, seemed to sink without a trace; only the sound of the Gobi Desert winds echoed her anxiety.

What happened to Master Beihuan?

"Now that you've won, why haven't you shown yourself?"

Wang Huaishuang bit her lower lip, her nails almost digging into her palm.

She desperately needed to confirm Bei Huan's condition. If this second-rank martial artist was injured in his battle with Liang Jin, the plan to kill Tu Xie Wang tonight would completely collapse.

"Fine, I'll go find him myself!"

Wang Huaishuang had no time to wait any longer. She immediately shook the reins and spurred her horse into the dust and smoke.

After entering that cloud of smoke and dust that blotted out the sun, the visibility was not as low as expected.

However, Wang Huaishuang was, after all, a fourth-rank martial artist, and she was able to sense the direction of joy and sorrow through her strong senses.

The compassionate intention of Bei Huan was so profound, like a bright lamp in the dark night, that she had no need to worry about not being able to find Bei Huan.

But after walking for a while, Wang Huaishuang sensed that something was wrong.

She could almost feel the horse beneath her growing restless, as if some danger ahead was frightening it.

Especially towards the end, his warhorse suddenly reared up, neighing in terror, its hooves pawing frantically at the sand, refusing to take another step forward.

"Damn beast!"

Wang Huaishuang lashed out with the whip, only to find that the whip was trembling.

Looking down, I realized that my hands were covered in cold sweat and my palms were terribly sticky.

She felt it too.

The aura of a ferocious beast made her feel fear instinctively, as if she had encountered a natural enemy.

With a rational mind, Wang Huaishuang gritted her teeth, dismounted, and continued walking into the dust and smoke.

But as she approached the location of Master Beihuan, she finally heard a conversation.

Master Beihuan's deep chanting of the Buddha's name was as resounding as a great bell:
"Amitabha."

“Benefactor Meng, you have truly broadened my horizons today.”

"This humble monk never imagined that there could be anyone in this world who could temper their physical body to such an extent."

"This has given this humble monk a new perspective on martial arts. Thank you for your guidance, Benefactor Meng."

Wang Huaishuang heard it clearly; it was the voice of Master Beihuan.

She was overjoyed; the Master of Sorrow and Joy had indeed won.

Master Beihuan was always humble. He was probably saying these words to Liang Jin's corpse, giving his opponent the respect he deserved, and at the same time, helping Liang Jin's soul to rest in peace.

Wang Huaishuang was overjoyed and was about to speak when another voice startled her so much that her hair stood on end.

The voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, low and hoarse, with a metallic, grinding quality:

"Monk, just tell me, who won just now?"

Wang Huaishuang was taken aback when she heard the voice.

This is not Liang Jin's voice.

It sounded like the cry of some terrifying beast.

Could it be that a new expert has unknowingly entered the battlefield?
The voice of the Master of Sorrow and Joy resounded:
"We've tied."

The bittersweet reply plunged Wang Huaishuang into an icy abyss.

There are very few people in the world who can match Master Beihuan, which made several names quickly pop into Wang Huaishuang's mind, and he wanted to figure out who they were.

The beast-like voice sneered disdainfully:
“Monks do not lie; you are far too arrogant.”

"If my spear hadn't been so fragile, you would have been pierced through the heart just now."

Wang Huaishuang was startled upon hearing this.

A master of the spear?
It can’t be…

For a moment, she found it hard to accept her own guess.

The voices of joy and sorrow rarely carried a hint of solemnity:
“What Benefactor Meng said is correct. Your shot just now had a chance to break this humble monk’s Great Compassion Hand.”

"Since I reached the Great Perfection of the Great Compassion Hand technique, there are only two people, including Benefactor Meng, who have been able to break through it head-on."

"And the other person is a second-rank martial artist."

"Among all the martial artists in the world who can directly and forcefully break through my Great Compassion Hand, there is probably only one, Benefactor Meng, and he is unprecedented and will never be repeated."

"But it's a pity..."

Master Beihuan paused slightly here.

When it rang out again, Master Beihuan's voice was louder, clearly filled with confidence:
"Mr. Meng's spear could not withstand your immense strength and broke at the last moment. In the end, he still failed to completely break my Great Compassion Hand. It can be said that he failed at the last moment."

"What seems like a coincidence is actually predetermined by cause and effect."

“Even if Benefactor Meng’s spear does not break and shatters this humble monk’s Great Compassion Hand, it does not mean that this humble monk will be defeated.”

"This humble monk relies on two sets of palm techniques as the foundation for his place in the martial arts world: the Great Compassion Hand for defense and the Great Mercy Hand for offense."

"The reason I say it's a draw is to tell Benefactor Meng that there's no point in us continuing to fight. Neither of us can defeat the other today."

"It would be better to stop and make peace, thus ending the cause and effect."

Wang Huaishuang's heartbeat almost stopped.

The Master of Sorrow and Joy actually acknowledged Liang Jin's strength?

Liang Jin... was actually able to fight to a draw with a second-rank martial artist?
How can this be?

How could he be that strong?
At this time.

A burst of maniacal laughter rang out:

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The laughter was unrestrained, as if it could make the entire space-time vibrate.

Then, that beast-like voice rang out:

"Oh? So you, monk, have such a hidden martial art as the Great Compassion Hand?"

"But how can you think I don't have a backup plan?"

"How can you so hastily conclude that I have no way to defeat you or even kill you?"

Wang Huaishuang became increasingly alarmed as she listened.

And suddenly.

That beast-like voice suddenly rang in Wang Huaishuang's ear:

"Tell me, am I right?"

Along with this sound, in Wang Huaishuang's horrified eyes, a huge claw suddenly emerged from the smoke and dust.

The next moment, the huge claws firmly gripped Wang Huaishuang's upper body, and even her arms were caught in its grasp.

In a panic, Wang Huaishuang hurriedly channeled all her internal energy to struggle.

However, the enormous claw was as firm as an iron clamp, and no matter how Wang Huaishuang struggled, it was to no avail.

Then, Wang Huaishuang felt herself being lifted into the air, carried off the ground by that huge claw.

At last.

Wang Huaishuang finally saw the owner of this sharp claw, that terrible demon!

It has two horns on its head and a long tail behind it, and its body is covered in scales and is huge and terrifying.

When its giant, snake-like vertical pupils looked at Wang Huaishuang, she felt goosebumps all over her body, as if her whole being had been seen through.

"answer me."

The monster's breath sprayed onto her face, carrying the stench of rotting flesh, and its voice was like that of a wild beast:
"Do you think I can defeat this monk, and then..."

He slowly turned his head, looking in a distant direction:
"Then, kill the Demon Slayer King!"

Upon hearing the last three words, Wang Huaishuang's heart suddenly stirred.

Moonlight pierced through the smoke and dust, illuminating the monster's scaly face. Wang Huaishuang's pupils constricted—that distorted face truly bore a resemblance to Liang Jin! "You...you are Meng Xinghun?!"

Wang Huaishuang said in disbelief.

She could never have imagined that Meng Xinghun would turn out like this.

Appearance is not important either.

What Wang Huaishuang found truly unbelievable was the strength hidden beneath Liang Jin's terrifying facade.

The strength to directly confront a second-rank martial artist like Bei Huan!

If Wang Huaishuang had known Liang Jin possessed such strength, she wouldn't have treated him that way.

at this time.

A cloud of smoke billowed nearby, and from it emerged the figures of sorrow and joy.

His robe was tattered like strips of cloth, and his ribs were clearly visible beneath the skin of his chest, yet he still stood tall with his hands clasped together.

“Benefactor Meng, we have a common enemy—the Demon-Slaying King.”

"How about we settle things after we've dealt with the Demon Slayer King?"

Bei Huan clasped his hands together, looking as if he were offering sincere advice.

Wang Huaishuang wholeheartedly agreed with this idea.

Now that Liang Jin is still alive, but the Demon Slayer King has arrived, the situation will undoubtedly become extremely serious.

But if Liang Jin and Bei Huan can join forces, then the Demon King will surely die today.

Liang Jin's massive body leaned slightly forward, his long tail lashing behind him, creating a crater half a person's depth.

"can."

This reply brought joy to both Bei Huan and Wang Huaishuang.

But then, Liang Jin extended another sharp claw, pointing in another direction:
“However, before I kill the Demon King, I must first kill the Sorrowful.”

"I said I would kill him, and I will!"

In the direction Liang Jin pointed, Yu Zhuoqun and Beiku were still fighting together against Mr. Ding and Mu Zheluo.

Given the current situation, Yu Zhuoqun and Beiku have the upper hand and will probably be able to defeat Mr. Ding and Mu Zheluo soon.

After all, Yu Zhuoqun was a powerful swordsman who had already condensed martial intent.

Although Beiku lost a hand, the martial arts he practiced at Wanfo Temple were clearly very sophisticated, making him extremely powerful in battle.

Compared to the two of them, Mr. Ding and Mu Zheluo were indeed a step weaker.

Here.

Master of Sorrow and Joy frowned.

Liang Jin is still thinking about killing his junior brother, and he will never allow it!

Before he could speak...

Wang Huaishuang rushed forward to Liang Jindao:

"Couldn't we wait until we kill the Demon King first before dealing with this matter?"

Liang Jin's vertical pupils were filled with chilling killing intent.

"No."

He answered very decisively.

In the past, Wang Huaishuang would not have taken Liang Jin's words seriously.

But now, she can no longer ignore it.

Wang Huaishuang immediately turned her head sharply to look at Beihuan and said:

“Master of Sorrow and Joy, please give up Master of Sorrow and Suffering for the sake of the greater good.”

Upon hearing this, Bei Huan was taken aback and looked at Wang Huai Shuang in surprise.

Wang Huaishuang continued:
“Over the years, Beiku has relied on the name of Wanfo Temple to extort bribes and plunder, causing widespread public resentment.”

“Our investigation team has already obtained a lot of evidence against him, and many martial arts practitioners are willing to testify against this scoundrel.”

"This time he extorted Master Meng, intending to forcibly seize Master Meng's martial arts manual. Master Meng's action against him was to rid the martial arts world of a scourge."

"Therefore, Master Beihuan, please prioritize the overall situation and do not obstruct us."

As the Demon King drew ever closer, Wang Huaishuang could only become more resolute.

In a stalemate, one side must eventually make concessions.

Since Liang Jin was unwilling to back down, she had no way to force him to give in.

So, she could only let joy and sorrow take a backseat.

But how can joy and sorrow easily give way?
Wang Huaishuang had already anticipated this.

Before Beihuan could express her opinion, she immediately shouted towards the distant battlefield:

"Elder Yu! Please assist the Green Robe Pavilion in capturing Master Sorrow!"

"Master Beiku has committed grave crimes against the law; stop helping him!"

Wang Huaishuang's voice clearly reached the ears of the people engaged in fierce combat.

This surprised Yu Zhuoqun, Beiku, Mr. Ding, and Mu Zheluo.

Clearly, they couldn't believe that Wang Huaishuang would betray Master Beiku at this time.

But Yu Zhuoqun could not ignore Wang Huaishuang's words.

After all, the Xuanyuan Sect was a staunch ally of the imperial court. They could ignore martial arts sects like Wanfo Temple and Qingyi Tower, but they had to stand with the Jishichang.

Yu Zhuoqun's eyes flickered for a moment, then he suddenly said:
“Master of Sorrow, I’m sorry.”

"We fought side by side, I won't lay a hand on you."

"But... I can't help you anymore."

After saying that, Yu Zhuoqun quickly withdrew and left the battlefield.

If he were to deal with sorrow and suffering, he would undoubtedly offend Wanfo Temple and the Sorrow and Joy.

But if he doesn't deal with the grief and suffering, he will offend the police and Wang Huaishuang.

Therefore, Yu Zhuoqun chose to withdraw directly.

Seemingly neutral, they have actually put the suffering in a dangerous situation.

really.

With the withdrawal of Yu Zhuoqun, a master of sword intent, Mr. Ding and Mu Zheluo, who had been suffering repeated defeats, immediately felt the pressure on their bodies ease.

The two even launched a counterattack, surrounding and attacking the sorrowful one.

Especially Muzheluo, who had been feeling frustrated for a long time, now swung his sword wildly and relentlessly:

"You bald monk! Let's see if you don't die this time?!"

Now, even with his exquisite palm technique, the bewildered one with only one palm was simply unable to withstand the combined attack of two martial artists of the same level.

He was suddenly in dire straits, his single hand flying wildly, facing perilous situations.

"Senior brother! Help me!"

His cries for help were filled with despair, and his eyes, looking towards Bei Huan, were full of pleading.

Now, even in his grief, he understands that only joy and sorrow can save his life.

How could Master Beihuan remain unmoved when he heard his junior brother's plea for help?

His aura surged, and his robes fluttered without wind, as he was about to step forward to save the person.

Wang Huaishuang hurriedly whispered to Liang Jin:

"Master Meng, make your move quickly!"

"Once the rice is cooked, everything will be easier to discuss."

Wang Huaishuang has always been ruthless. She doesn't care about anyone's life or death; she only cares about whether she can complete the task her godfather gave her.

Upon hearing this, Liang Jin laughed heartily, for he had the same thought.

Immediately, Liang Jin casually threw away Wang Huaishuang, and his massive body moved to block Beihuan's path.

"Monk, we're not done fighting yet."

Liang Jin grinned, revealing his gleaming white fangs and sharp claws that gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

He dared not delay in expressing his joys and sorrows; his voice was deep and thunderous.
“Benefactor Meng, this humble monk advises you to step aside.”

"If anything happens to my junior brother, you will become the enemy of this monk and Wanfo Temple!"

In the end, even his sorrowful expression turned to anger.

He raised his aura to its peak, adopting a posture of fighting to the death.

Liang Jin laughed heartily, his laughter so loud it made the distant poplar trees tremble.
"Even that woman listened to me, but you, you stubborn monk, just won't listen."

"I've said it before, I'm determined to kill the suffering, and no one can save me."

As he spoke, Liang Jin pointed his finger down at the bald man in front of him, who was filled with sorrow and joy:
"the same as you!"

(End of this chapter)