Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 297 The Demon's Death
With two loud thuds, the two monsters crashed to the ground simultaneously.

At the same time, they both jumped up, a silver needle piercing from all directions, and a divine blade slashing down from the sky and the ground.

“Swish, swish, swish~!”

The sounds of tearing fabric echoed back and forth, and the upper garments of the two men were instantly torn to shreds.

One was fair-skinned and the other was burly; silently, they clashed fists and palms once more.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
They exchanged more than ten blows in an instant, their skills becoming evenly matched. The two then separated, each taking a large step back.

Li Chimei, as the foremost of the three grandmasters from beyond the realm, has been renowned throughout the martial world for sixty years. After arriving in the Central Plains, he became invincible, intimidating all heroes.

But now, looking at him again, several wounds are visible on his fair and delicate body, on his chest and back. The wounds are charred black, obviously burned by Ding'an's fire, making him look extremely disheveled.

Li Chimei gave a slight, cold laugh and wiped the bloodstains from her lips.

Ding An was also in bad shape, his body covered with needle marks, fist marks, palm marks, and more than a dozen wounds, all stained with blood. But at this moment, he was even more energetic, staring intently at the person opposite him. With a "pui" sound, he spat out the blood in his mouth.

The wind and rain were getting stronger, and the fog was getting thicker. Just a few dozen feet away was a vast expanse of white, the road was muddy and full of murky puddles.

Suddenly, another bolt of lightning struck.

The two masters revealed themselves, but they stared at each other without making any rash moves.

"Brother Li, the rain is pouring down now," Li Chimei said coldly, "how much of your fire power can you still muster?"

Ding An chuckled, and with each breath, the wounds on his body seemed to flicker like sparks in the rain.

"You damn transvestite, no one dared to stand up to you all these years, how powerful you were! Now all that fierceness is gone, and all you dare to spout is useless nonsense?"

"Ha!" Li Chimei sneered, "If I kill you today, I can fulfill my ambition and reach the realms of Demon Master, Lang Fanyun, and Ren Jianshen."

Ding Anyi stretched out his hand, his index finger twitching repeatedly, his face full of disdain: "You wish!" He gripped the eagle knife tightly, and the flames on his body grew brighter with each breath. "In my eyes, you are nothing more than a piglet waiting to be slaughtered."

As the words fell, the two locked eyes, their gazes shining like starlight.

Everyone around held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Ren Shaoyang walked to Hongxiu's side with his hands behind his back, and said with a slight smile, "The 'Residual Flame Blade Technique' of the severed hand has transcended the shackles of 'Fire Greedy Blade' and has forged its own path."

Hongxiu said, "Li Chimei's 'Heavenly Charm Condensing Yin' is truly a good tinderbox, making the fire energy of the severed hand rise even higher." She frowned slightly, "It's just a pity that he's not extreme enough to completely transform Ding'an."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Don't worry, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future." He thought to himself, "When we go to the Fengyun World, Junior Sister Feng, Senior Brother Qin, Emperor Shitian, and even the Sword Sect will have countless ice-type divine skills waiting for us. That will be enough to make us feel like we're in heaven."

The little beggar said, "At that time, Ding'an will face an even more dangerous situation."

"So what?" Ren Shaoyang asked. "Are you worried that Ding'an, with his good fortune, won't be able to turn misfortune into good luck?"

The little beggar's big eyes widened as he laughed, "That's right! When it comes to luck and fortune, who can compare to him?!"

In the field at this moment.

Ding An and Li Chimei's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the puddles beneath their feet moved erratically without wind, spinning faster and faster.

Sensing the chilling atmosphere, everyone nearby fell silent, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Li Chimei exhaled and soared into the sky, flashed for a moment, and then disappeared into the rain.

At this moment, Ding'an could no longer sense his presence. Li Chimei had vanished, disappearing without a trace, like a phantom.

"laugh!"

Li Chimei swept in swiftly, her silver needles gleaming in the rain, bringing with them a barrage of wind and rain.

Ding An swept the blade away with a backhand slash, and then both of them simultaneously raised their palms to parry!

One man's palm strike was icy cold, while the other's was blazing hot.

Benedict!
The palm strike, a fusion of Yin and Yang energies, instantly transformed into a whirlwind that swept in all directions, shattering the rain curtain and engulfing the flying figures!
A series of terrifying shockwaves spread, causing everyone to cover their faces and retreat.

Li Chimei spun faster and faster, constantly countering and attacking Ding An with all sorts of strange and unusual moves using her body, shoulders, hands, and feet.

Ding An roared and soared into the sky. With a flick of his wrist, a brilliant flame lit up the darkness.

Li Chimei pushed her speed to the limit to dodge the attack.

With a deafening roar, the force of the explosion shattered the ground, sending mud and water billowing into the sky.

Ding An landed, his long arm extended lightly, and his long sword went straight for him.

Li Chimei's movements became increasingly mysterious and complex. As she roared to the sky, countless phantom images of silver needles burst forth, shooting out in all directions like fireworks.

The two figures suddenly joined and then separated, the sound of metal clanging incessantly, and the surrounding trees were swept away and shattered by the force of the energy.

"Boom~!"

"Boom~!"

The trees collapsed, sending up large amounts of dust and broken leaves.

Despite their blurred vision, everyone kept their eyes glued to the scene.

Suddenly, a lean and a strong figure darted out, thundering and lightning flashing in the hazy downpour. Only flashes of light and shadow could be seen as they chased each other in the air.

Xu Ruowu, Fan Liangji, and the others were all in a daze, while Tie Qingyi, Jing Cheng Leng, Han Bai, Xu Yeyue, and the others behind them watched in a daze. At this moment, two figures appeared and disappeared in various places in the courtyard, flames raged, flying needles danced wildly, and the sound of their clashes echoed throughout the heavens and the earth, reaching all the way to the foot of Qingliang Mountain.

Ding'an had more and more wounds, but his spirits were getting better and better, and his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

Just then, Ding An suddenly twisted his waist and leaped up, his body bending in mid-air. Then, with a "whoosh," a slash shot out horizontally, like a giant dragon ascending to the sky and entering the sea, which was truly unexpected.

To the onlookers, all they saw was a raging inferno and torrential rain swirling into the sky.

The gleaming light of the eagle knife appeared and disappeared intermittently, yet it filled his pupils!
"Knife King!"

Finally, someone couldn't help but shout out, and then everyone shouted in unison:

"Knife King!"

In that instant, Li Chimei moved erratically in the firelight, like a lively dragon or snake, avoiding the strong and attacking the weak, constantly moving and counterattacking.

After the two clashed over a hundred times, Li Chimei's silver needles finally couldn't withstand the impact and shattered into dust with a "crack".

The next moment, flames roared, and the blades flashed uncontrollably, attacking without fail, relentlessly and endlessly.

This was the first time Li Chimei had been forced into a defensive position. He let out a sharp cry and swung his palm straight at Ding An's chest.

suddenly!

Ding An's tiger-like eyes gleamed fiercely.

The step, the twist of the waist, the bend of the body, and the strike of the knife are all executed in one smooth motion!
The eagle blade suddenly lost its flames, and even its snow-white blade became dull and lifeless. However, the changes in its strikes were unpredictable, as swift as lightning and as fleeting as dew, making it impossible to describe in words.

Before anyone could see how An Ran would draw her sword, they saw Li Chimei lightly touch the ground with her toes and drift away like a flying catkin.

The two suddenly went from being extremely active to being extremely still.

"Qiang!"

Ding An stuck his eagle knife into the ground, stood with the knife on his side, and tilted his head back to drink the rainwater in large gulps.

Li Chimei stood silently in the distance, her face showing disbelief.

"That feels great!" Ding'an laughed loudly as the rainwater entered his stomach. "Haha, that feels great!"

"Heh, I still can't compare to you." Li Chimei's face drained of color, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, saying bitterly, "I clearly saw that beautiful scenery, but I still couldn't reach it."

Ding'an cried out, "Heaven does not favor us, what can we do?"

Li Chimei remained calm, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and chuckled, "Well said, this battle was truly exhilarating."

Ding An stared intently at him, saying seriously, "Li Chimei, you've reached the end of your journey in the martial world. If you don't die now, when will you?"

Upon hearing this, to everyone's horror, Li Chimei's body trembled violently, and blood spurted out like arrows, shooting out from her front and back and splashing into the garden of the Ghost King's Mansion.

Li Chimei's phoenix eyes widened slightly, and a gurgling sound came from her throat; if you listened carefully, it seemed as if she was muttering, "Hometown, hometown."

He then fell backward to the ground, and the grandmaster died!
Ding An's face was ashen, and his hand, gripping the hilt of his sword, trembled.

Li Chimei had fought him four times, and in terms of both martial arts and spirit, she far surpassed the masters he had encountered before, making her his greatest adversary in the world.

Therefore, Ding'an preserved his body intact, showing him the utmost respect!

At this moment, the wind stopped and the rain cleared. The dark clouds in the sky had dispersed at some point, revealing a deep blue starry sky and a bright moon. A beam of clear light drifted down and enveloped everyone, as if they were in another world.

Finally, people recovered from their dazed state. This battle was so thrilling and breathtaking that it was beyond everyone's imagination!
Ren Jianshen and Shuiyue Dazong, Li Daohuang and Li Chimei!
This deadly battle between two pairs of top masters overturned their understanding. This duel in the Ghost King's Mansion will surely become a legend in the martial arts world, spreading throughout the land and even into future generations.
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Tianshan Demon Master Palace.

Pang Ban stood quietly on the mountaintop, gazing towards Jinling, and sighed softly.

With his body wrapped in bandages and his breath weak, Fang Yeyu coughed and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

A tear rolled down Pang Ban's cheek as he slowly said, "Brother Li is dead."

"What?!" Fang Yeyu was shocked. "Teacher Li's lightness skill is unparalleled. Even Master praises him highly. If he wants to leave, who can kill him?"

"It was because he didn't want to leave that he died," Pang Ban sighed. "Brother Li and Li Ding'an were locked in a battle for Dao attainment. To reach the pinnacle, he gambled everything and fought Li Ding'an to the death."

"Teacher Li died at the hands of the Sword Emperor?"

Fang Yeyu murmured, "That seemingly simple-minded fool is actually so capable?"

Pang Ban took the wine jug handed to him by Zhen Sushan and poured it on the ground as a sacrifice to Li Chimei.

The peerless demon lord spoke with great respect: "Brother Li died for the sake of seeking the Dao, and his death was worthy." He casually tossed aside the wine jug, looked up at the moon, and said, "It is a pity that few attain the Dao, and Brother Li could not defy the will of Heaven."

After a moment of silence, Pang Ban turned to Fang Yeyu and Su Shan: "Yeyu, Su Shan, you two must return to the Western Regions immediately and never set foot in the Central Plains again!"

Fang Yeyu's face turned deathly pale as he asked, "Master, you..."

Pang Ban laughed and said, "Ye Yu, I've helped you restore your martial arts. With your and Su Shan's abilities, you're more than capable of making a name for yourselves in the Western Regions. But if you go to the Central Plains, Ren Shaoyang and Ren Hongxiu will stop at nothing to attack you!"

Having said that, without waiting for their reaction, he strode forward and disappeared from the courtyard in an instant.

Fang Yeyu looked up at the starry sky, sighing with emotion. He thought back to three years ago when he led a group to hunt down the three villains. Now, however, they had grown at an incredibly rapid pace, reaching a level no less than their teacher's.

He felt a pang of sadness, realizing that he had witnessed a legend, and that he was merely a tiny footnote in that legend.
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P.S.: My heart is starting to feel uncomfortable again, so I'll only update twice a day for now. I'll try to update 10,000 words a day again once I feel better.

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