Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 155 The Mad Dragon Emerges from Seclusion
Beneath Ping Mountain, war clouds surged like galloping iron horses, rolling in all directions, seemingly about to shatter heaven and earth; atop Ping Mountain, the figures of immortals and demons fought fiercely like lightning, their battle raging on, a struggle for life and death, neither side showing any intention to retreat, their fighting spirit burning fiercely.

"Hahahaha, what a fine Emei training! Truly exhilarating!" The Otherworldly Demon Lord Yama Hanba laughed loudly, his laughter filled with admiration and fighting spirit. He brandished his Demon Lord Blade, each move ruthless.

"Today, on Ping Mountain, will be the burial ground of you, the Otherworldly Demon Lord!" Lian Emei shouted, brandishing her whisk. Her moves were incredibly powerful, each one containing the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao, aiming straight for her opponent's vitals.

The powerful and unyielding Emei Sect and the elusive and cunning Yama and Hanba Sect clashed repeatedly, both seeking weaknesses, yet harboring different hidden anxieties.

Sweat poured down their faces, their strength waning. The wounded Demon Lord grew ever more valiant, while Lian Emei's eyes remained sharp. Their relentless battle, exchanging blows for blows, began to escalate into a mutually destructive conflict. Despite their wounded bodies and waning strength, what fueled their burning fighting spirit was the pride of both the immortal and the demon lord, and even more so, their respective beliefs and goals.

From night to dawn, the battle raged on Ping Mountain without ceasing. Blood flowed freely, staining the rocks and vegetation red, yet the hands that struck showed no hesitation. Time passed, and the first rays of dawn appeared on the horizon, as if foreshadowing the impending end of this great battle. Lian Emei flicked her whisk, raising her Dao Yuan once more, unleashing her unparalleled ultimate technique. The Demon Lord of the Otherworld raised his demonic blade diagonally, pressing his palm slightly, and demonic energy soared straight to the heavens. Both knew that what followed was the final move, a life-or-death struggle. Ping Mountain fell into a deathly silence.

"Heavenly Flowing Duckweed!" Lian Emei shouted, her whisk transforming into countless silver rays, like a waterfall cascading from the Milky Way, drifting like duckweed, aiming straight for the vital points of Yama, the Drought Demon.

"The Desolate God is domineering!" Yama and Hanba roared simultaneously, their sword energy crisscrossing, and their demonic energy condensing into a phantom of the Desolate God, domineering and unparalleled. Wherever it passed, mountains and rocks crumbled, and vegetation withered, as if it wanted to bring the whole world into its domineering power.

The ultimate move was about to be unleashed, and at this critical moment, a maniacal laugh, like the cry of a night owl, echoed across the battlefield. A figure descended powerfully onto the summit of Ping Mountain like a meteor. At the same time, a vast army from the outer perimeter charged in. An unexpected third force had forcefully intervened in the battle between the Dao and the Demon, and the battle of Ping Mountain suddenly became unpredictable.

"Hahahaha, oh dear, how ugly! If you two were both dead, would I, Mad Dragon, become the boss here?" Mad Dragon laughed loudly, his voice maniacal and full of unspeakable mockery.

Upon hearing this frenzied voice, Yu Renfei Jing, who was engaged in battle, raised an eyebrow and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes. He murmured softly, "Mad Dragon..."

As Mu Shaoai was responding to the attack, he heard this sudden burst of wild laughter, causing him to hesitate for a moment and narrowly escape being struck by his opponent. He thought to himself, "An unexpected disruptor?"

A third party forcefully intervened in the battle, hindering both the immortals and demons. Upon hearing the newcomer's words, Yama, the Drought Demon, had a sudden thought—

Mad Dragon? Could this person be Mad Dragon Yi Sheng Xiao? But why is he here?
Lian Emei looked at the newcomer, a complex expression flashing in her eyes, seemingly a mixture of helplessness and annoyance, but then her expression turned cold and indifferent. She turned her head away, no longer looking at him, as if she didn't want to see him again.

Seeing Lian Emei like this, Kuanglong laughed and said to her, "Don't be like this. It won't hurt you to look at me one more time."

Yama, the Drought Demon, looked at the newcomer and asked coldly, "Are you the Mad Dragon Laughing?"

"Oh my, I didn't expect my reputation as Mad Dragon to be so great. Even an outsider like you has heard of me." Mad Dragon said with a chuckle, completely oblivious to the fact that he was stirring up trouble. He acted as if he were strolling leisurely in his own backyard. "Stirring up trouble? What is your intention?" Yama Drought Demon coldly demanded, his eyes flashing with a chilling light.

"Of course I'm here to tell you to stop fighting. Fighting to the death like this is really not merciful. Amitabha, good, good." As he spoke, Kuanglong laughed and pretended to put his hands together and make a few gestures. His comical appearance was completely out of place with the tense atmosphere of the battlefield.

madman?!
Yama Hanba frowned deeply as he looked at the madman Kuanglong Yishengxiao. He certainly didn't believe Kuanglong Yishengxiao could be a good person; if he were, how could he possibly organize an organization like the Sin Pit? He simply wondered what Kuanglong Yishengxiao's purpose was in being here.

"Little Meimei, you are the person I love the most. If she dies, Kuanglong will lose the meaning of life, he will be heartbroken, I will be devastated, I will go crazy, and then the Otherworld Demon Realm will fight to the death. So, please, can you stop fighting?"

"Hmm? You're going to back up Lian Emei?" Yama Hanba raised an eyebrow and asked, his eyes full of coldness.

"Saying I'm backing you up isn't quite right, Little Baba. I don't want anything to happen to you either. I think we might be able to become good friends. Please, I'll kneel down and beg you, please stop hitting me, okay?" Kuanglong laughed as he spoke, and actually knelt down on the ground. He didn't look like the leader of the Pit of Sin at all; he looked more like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum.

"Hmm?" Yama Hanba looked at the mad dragon who had actually knelt on the ground and chuckled, but then frowned, feeling even more troubled.

"Mad Dragon!" Lian Emei spoke up at this moment, "This matter has nothing to do with you, leave!"

Kuanglong laughed and turned to look at Lian Emei. "Little Emei, didn't you want me to do good deeds? Isn't this doing good deeds? Why are you unhappy? Please look at me one more time, okay? I beg you."

Yanmo Hanba frowned as he watched the farce unfold before him. At this point in the battle, he had also noticed the approaching forces from the outside. Given the current unfavorable situation for the Otherworldly Demon Realm, he knew there was no point in continuing the battle.

"The mad dragon laughs, and the Otherworldly Demon Realm demands an explanation!"

Having said that, his figure transformed into a cloud of black dragon mist and soared into the sky. Seeing that Yama Hanba had left, the other demon generals no longer entangled with their opponent. After making a feint, they each departed.

Seeing this, Lian Emei didn't hold back. With a wave of her Ruyi scepter, a gust of wind swept past, and Kuanglong Yishengxiao, without any resistance, was swept off Pingshan Mountain by the wind. He crashed into the ground, creating a deep crater. After a while, Kuanglong Yishengxiao climbed out of the crater and called out to Lian Emei on Pingshan Mountain, "Little Emei, rest well. I'll come to see you again next time."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and the troops that had surrounded them immediately dispersed. The great battle ended in such an anticlimactic way because of the intervention of a third party.

(End of this chapter)