Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 169 Defeating the Demon Lord with One Palm
The moonlight, like frost, spilled across the summit of Ping Mountain, turning the rugged rocks a silvery white.

A biting night wind swept through, bringing with it a chill, as if mourning the impending fierce battle. The demonic energy of the Yama Drought Demon surged like a black tide, engulfing the heavens and earth. Its attacks were as fierce as thunder, each strike aimed directly at vital points. The heavily injured and still recovering Lian Emei was forced to reveal herself and engage in battle.

Just as tensions were running high, a maniacal and chilling laugh ripped through the night sky like a phantom. The Sinful Pit's leader, Mad Dragon, with a laugh, slowly descended upon the summit of Ping Mountain with eerie steps.

"Damn it, it's the Mad Dragon!"

Upon seeing the mad dragon appear, Jin Bazhen, caught in the midst of battle, momentarily split his body, only to be caught off guard by Biejian Kuanghua, who slashed him with her sword, leaving him injured.

At the summit of Ping Mountain, the atmosphere became increasingly tense with the arrival of Kuanglong Yishengxiao.

Kuanglong chuckled, tilting his head with a mocking look in his eyes. He patted his chest, looked at Lian Emei, and said in a nauseatingly intimate tone, "What's wrong, little Emei? Are you unhappy to see me? Why don't you want to smile?"

He paused deliberately, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Oh, are you upset that Little Dragon didn't bring a gift when he came to see you? It's alright. I see this monk's head is round and shiny with silver, it looks very valuable. How about I take it off and give it to you as a gift?"

Faced with Kuanglong Yishengxiao's provocation, Lian Emei's eyes were as cold as frost, and her voice was devoid of any warmth: "Kuanglong Yishengxiao." She pointed coldly, "If you really want to be an accomplice of the demon, then Lian Emei will have no choice but to show no mercy."

"Hahahaha!" Yama Hanba pointed his broadsword at Lian Emei, "Lian Emei, you've even said such things. It seems you've truly run out of tricks."

"Whether you've exhausted your skills or not, you'll know once you try!" Even though the situation before her had already turned against her, Lian Emei showed no fear; only one thought remained in her mind—

war!
"Just what I wanted! Let's settle everything today, hahahaha!"

He had already gained the upper hand in the battle, and his nemesis was now doomed. With just one final battle, Yanmo Hanba could easily behead Lian Emei and begin his conquest of the Bitter Realm from the Otherworld, just as he had done in the Dao Realm in the past.

Before the laughter subsided, a cold light streaked across the night sky like a meteor, heading straight for the Demon Lord. Yama Hanba frowned, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes. He swung his sword to cut the arrow, but the moment they made contact, he sensed an extraordinary force on the arrow. That force was not ordinary, but also familiar.

"It's you!" A murderous glint flashed in Yama Hanba's eyes.

"The chess game under the Purple Palace, the star tracks split the black robe."

"The warmth of the palm makes the snow colder, the weight of the crown makes the dragon fly."

"The land and rivers are stained with blood, and the country's seal is scattered in ashes."

"The sound of broken jade in the sky is actually the frost on the imperial crown."

The chant echoed through the heavens, but then the forces of Yiliu were seen closing in on the outer perimeter of the battlefield. Even the two guards, Shesheng Tongzi and Tunfo Tongzi, were targeted by the four saints of the Yiliu Black Sect and were flanked by them. Accompanied by the chant, a figure appeared with his hands behind his back, his body coiled around him, and spirit banners fluttering around him. Facing the Demon Lord, the chief sinner, although he was a young junior, his sharpness was not to be outdone.

"Beichen Yuanhuang!"

The sudden appearance of Yi Liu, who abruptly entered the battle, and the sudden appearance of Bei Chen Yuan Huang, who rewrote the battle, surprised Yan Mo Han Ba ​​at first, followed by bursts of laughter filled with anger.

"Very well, after so many battles, I forgot about the Black Stream Cult. Your presence here today saves me a lot of trouble. I can wipe you all out in one fell swoop."

"Is that so?" At this moment, another laugh was heard, and a person was seen heading straight for the top of Ping Mountain. When Tunfo Tongzi and Shesheng Tongzi saw this, they wanted to stop him. However, the four saints of the pavilions beside them joined forces. Although they were no match for the two, it was not difficult to hold them off for a while. When they were fighting, they saw that the person had already stepped onto Ping Mountain. It was Mu Shaoai, who had disappeared after the battle of Hanhai.

"Mu Shaoai, even if you were added to the list, what would I have to fear?" Yanmo Hanba remained arrogant, glancing at everyone present before looking at Kuanglong and laughing, "Four people, and the two of us would make two for each of us."

"Two? What two?" Mad Dragon laughed and shook his head repeatedly. "I only want this silver conch head. I want to use this head to make a string of conch shells to give to Little Eyebrow." "Hmm?" Yama Drought Demon frowned, then relaxed. "In that case, it's fine. You can all come at me!"

"Why must we all come at once?" Mu Shaoai's lips curled up slightly as he casually tossed something to Lian Emei with a graceful and effortless movement. "You only have one opponent."

Lian Emei raised her hand and caught the golden light. It was a medicinal pill. Without any hesitation, Lian Emei immediately swallowed it. Then she circulated her energy to enhance the medicinal power. With a soft shout, the five elements in Lian Emei's body flowed freely, and immortal energy flowed throughout her body. It was the manifestation of the power of the Cloud Man. The demon was not moved, but instead showed a mad and arrogant attitude.

"Good, good, I didn't expect you to bring me such a surprise, Mu Shaoai. This is exactly what I've been waiting for!"

"Everyone, step aside." Lian Emei raised her hand and said, "Otherworldly Demon Lord, Lian Emei will defeat you in one move today."

"Oh? Is that so!" Yama Hanba stepped forward, arriving opposite Lian Emei. "I look forward to it!"

"How terrifying, how terrifying, little demon, you must be very careful!" With that, the mad dragon laughed and let out a series of strange cries as it hid to the side.

Yama Hanba glanced at Kuanglong Yixiao but said nothing more.

Immediately, Lian Emei leaped into the air, her palms stirring up the wind and clouds. Amidst the brilliant silver light, her left hand was yin and her right hand was yang, a move that separated yin and yang, like a magnificent painting containing the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.

"The Immortal's Trail!"

"Hmm?" Although Yama Hanba was disdainful, he did not dare to be careless. He gathered demonic energy in his demonic palm and forcefully met the attack!
"The Desolate God is domineering!"

Before the palms even arrived, the pressure came first. A heavy airflow pressed down on the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord mustered all his strength, black evil energy coursing through his body, and with a full-force strike, his demonic palms lunged into the air. The two palms met, the airflow exploding, and the counterattack was like a force capable of destroying the heavens and the earth. The first palm shattered the bones in the Demon Lord's chest, but they instantly recovered and protected his demonic heart. The second palm followed, and Yama Hanba was immediately pressed heavily to the ground. For the first time, the arrogant otherworldly Demon Lord showed such a disheveled appearance on the front line of the battlefield.

Exactly—

The moonlit night casts long shadows on Ping Mountain, as the fierce battle between Daoists and Demons shakes the eight wastelands.

The ferocious power of the drought demon shocked the jade world, and the attack and defense gradually turned to evil spirits.

The mad dragon's monstrous laughter adds to the bloody rain, and the battlefield is once again stained with blood.

Suddenly, a cold light appeared from beyond the sky, and a poem pierced the air, tearing through the dark robes.

The four saints surrounded the two envoys, and the phoenix treads through the mist, displaying its brilliance.

The young woman returns, offering a miraculous medicine; the cloud-dwelling man awakens, radiating auspicious light.

Yin and Yang separated to create heaven and earth, and the tyrannical god fought against the mysterious and primordial.

With a single palm strike, he shattered the Demon Lord's dream, and his power swept away the demonic tide in the mortal world.

"Today, Yama, Yama, Hanba, what will you do?!"

(End of this chapter)