Furious Taunts

After Si Ming answered, the four precious jades spun rapidly, almost forming a circle. The already fast speed increased even further, and in the blink of an eye, it caught up with the Qianzhang, which was already half-buried in the ground.

"Your three companions, Youming, Xu Ming, and Hujia, have already been sent to hell by me. Go down and keep them company; they're one player short and are waiting for you to start a mahjong game."

Si Ming made a hand Method Formula, and the four precious jades on his back flew out and formed a magic array around the Vermilion Flame Sword. Then, the flaming blade of the Vermilion Flame Sword expanded rapidly like an inflated balloon, and in the blink of an eye, it became a flaming greatsword that was 100 meters long and 5 meters thick.

Si Ming reversed the sword, sensing the opponent's aura as he thrust it into the ground. The moment it entered the ground, the earth trembled noticeably, followed by a continuous rumbling sound. Large bulges rose from the ground, as if a giant beast was struggling and thrashing underground.

With a flap of its wings, Si Ming Vermilion Bird Profound Armor at low altitude, leaving a long sword mark on the ground as its flaming greatsword was scorched by the high temperature, resembling lava.

A moment later, the earth stopped shaking, and instead, streams of burnt blood gushed out from the cracks.

"Nothing can be cut down before my ship-slaying blade!"

Si Ming dispersed the flames from his sword, sheathed the Vermilion Flame Sword, and changed the law. The four precious jades returned to his back, spinning rapidly like an engine. Following the direction indicated by Lord Yunxia, he sped along, his flight speed constantly increasing, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a red star and disappeared into the horizon.

"I must make it in time," Lord Yunxia prayed silently.

Chapter 825 Angry Mockery

In the narrow mountain path, three powerful figures moved nimbly, displaying unexpected moves and sweeping their energy, causing boulders to crumble.

"Heavenly Sandworm Illuminates the Splendid Robe!"

Mengying's body would occasionally split into swarms of insects, their attacks chaotic and unpredictable. Their limbs danced as fast as butterflies, and as their demonic energy surged, they split into two powerful streams of insects, one cold and one hot, which stirred up the sand and stones on the ground. In an instant, the whole world was filled with howling wind and fire, and churning mud and water, turning everything into a boundless, chaotic, and twisted Hundun with no way to go up to heaven or down to earth.

"Gan Trial Lightning Punishment!"

Xing Daozhuang's eyes sharpened, and he wielded the Eight Clouds Purple Thunder Halberd with an extremely Anomalies attack. The effect produced was the opposite of the actual movement. Although he was slashing downwards, the lightning shot straight into the sky; although he was slashing to the left, the Gang Qi swept to the right.

Furthermore, the trajectory of the Thunder Halberd was a series of bizarre and twisted curves, without a single straight line. It appeared chaotic, disordered, and inconsistent, contradictory and seemingly full of flaws, yet it contained countless unpredictable variables and dangerous traps. It seemed that space itself was also distorted, and all concepts of distance were altered.

Xing Daozhuang's move, using disorder against chaos, perfectly countered Mengying's technique. The roaring thunder devoured the swarm of insects, causing them to explode one by one, striking Mengying's true form amidst the chaos. Although Mengying managed to switch from offense to defense in time, the Eight Clouds Purple Thunder Halberd flashed with supernatural power, instantly shattering his True Qi and severely injuring him.

If it were a one-on-one situation, Xing Daozhuang could press his advantage, expand his lead, and secure victory. However, there was another Military God present.

"Burn Blood and Wither Spirit!"

Huang Yan's timing was extremely clever, precisely when Xing Daozhuang had exhausted his old strength and had not yet generated new strength. Although Xing Daozhuang raised his palm to block in time, his palm power, which was not yet fully mobilized, was no match for the invasion of the Pale Flame. He let out a painful groan and was injured, staggering back several steps.

Xing Daozhuang spat out a mouthful of boiling blood onto the ground, scalding the stones it touched. At that moment, he felt as if he were being roasted over a raging fire, his blood boiling, his breathing disordered, and he was in unbearable pain.

Huang Yan did not press his advantage. He glanced at Mengying and saw that lightning was still wrapped around her arm. He was surprised because he knew that Mengying could transfer the remaining energy and spirit in her body by transforming into a swarm of insects. Although she could not recover her depleted Cultivation Body and her injuries could not be healed, she no longer had the fear that ordinary people had of things like Sword Qi Sword Intent.

What happened?

Huang Yan hurled a fiery serpent at Mengying. Mengying instinctively tried to dodge, but quickly realized the other's good intentions. So he stood still and let the fiery serpent coil around his arm, absorbing the power of lightning.

"The halberd in his hand is made from the Bone of Bai Ze. The Bai Ze understands the feelings of all things, knows the appearance of the world, and knows the names, appearances, and exorcism methods of all demons, spirits, ghosts, and monsters. Therefore, it is also known as the Sage Among Demons. Weapons made from its bones are effective against all Demon Race," Mengying explained in return.

"I see," Huang Yan nodded, then suggested, "Then I'll take charge of defense, and you can take charge of offense."

Mengying felt that she had held too much prejudice against Huang Yan in the past because of racial differences. After reflecting on it for a moment, she said, "Okay."

The battle resumed, and the situation immediately changed. Huang Yan unleashed his Pale Flame, focusing on blocking and entanglement to hold off Xing Daozhuang. Mengying no longer needed to worry about the Eight Clouds Purple Thunder Halberd and could concentrate on attacking. The cooperation between the human and the demon finally achieved a combined effect.

Although Xing Daozhuang tried his best to hold on, he could not stop the situation from deteriorating rapidly. After dozens of rounds of fighting, he was forced to the foot of the mountain with nowhere to retreat. He could only use his ultimate move to try to break through the gap and gain a chance to catch his breath.

"Thunder Drives, Lightning Blazes!"

The Eight Clouds Purple Thunder Halberd danced wildly, its white light dazzling, and countless electric snakes swirled, intertwining into a dense net, like an army firing arrows in unison, sweeping outwards in all directions.

"Thunder King, you've run out of tricks!"

Huang Yan first clasped his hands together, then pulled them outwards, gathering a large amount of Pale Flame in his palms and then contracting and suppressing them inwards, finally condensing them into a long sword. He then slashed out with a terrifying force, its momentum swallowing the heavens and earth, annihilating everything. With the support of the environment, he cleaved through the electric net created by Xing Daozhuang with One Sword strike.

"Qiongfangchi Ghost Domain!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Mengying turned and transformed into a dark cloud of insects that rushed into the gaping hole. At the same time, she communicated with the Youming, causing each insect to transform into a hideous ghost. Wherever it passed, a deep, bottomless crack appeared in the void, accompanied by a small-scale spatial collapse, and the Youming energy spread out like wildfire.

In an instant, the surrounding world was filled with countless twisted Ghostly Monsters. Countless giant skeletal arms pierced through space, grabbing at Xing Daozhuang. There were also demons and monsters wailing sharply, trying to overwhelm him. Various illusions appeared, such as hordes of ghosts frantically gnawing and tearing, pulling out tongues and gouging out eyes, disemboweling, skinning and cutting flesh, severing limbs and cutting at the waist, smashing bones and sucking marrow, etc., all of which were cruel tortures that were hard to bear, as if the Avici Avīci Hell had descended.

Although Xing Daozhuang resisted with all his might, his body radiating lightning as he tried to tear apart the Youming, he eventually became exhausted, and the incandescent light was quickly swallowed up by the dark swarm of insects.

Countless insects wriggled wildly, merging with demons and monsters to squeeze inward, forming a constantly trembling ball of evil insects, seemingly intent on devouring every living creature within, leaving no trace of its remains...

"Eight Thunderbolts Support the Heavens and Slay Ghosts and Gods!"

A pillar of thunder suddenly erupted, blasting the evil insect sphere to ashes. The battered Xing Daozhuang raised his halberd to the sky, and a violent, boundless thunderstorm surged from the tip of the halberd, rushing towards the heavens. In an instant, the entire world paled in comparison, with only endless flashes of lightning remaining, as if it had transformed into a world ravaged by thunder.

The bigger the show of force, the more it proves that you're just a spent force.

Huang Yan glanced at him coldly and remained calm, unmoved by the desperate fighting spirit emanating from his opponent. Although he did not rush to interrupt Xing Daozhuang's power-gathering, he manipulated the Pale Flame on the ground to surge towards Xing Daozhuang, continuously burning spiritual power and weakening its power layer by layer, like a giant spider hunting its prey, spitting out threads to entangle the struggling prey, waiting for the moment when its strength was exhausted.

Xing Daozhuang sighed inwardly. He had exhausted all his tricks to set a trap and was prepared to risk serious injury to gain a chance of survival. However, one of his opponents was a Military God who was completely unmoved. No matter how he tried to lure him in, Xing Daozhuang remained unmoved, preferring to slowly wear down Xing Daozhuang's physical strength and Primal Qi rather than rushing to use his ultimate move to decide the outcome.

However, this is the most desperate response, leaving no chance whatsoever.

Now that things had come to this, Xing Daozhuang no longer harbored any illusions. He was not one to cling to life or fear death; rather, his desire for fame surpassed even the fear of death. This desire did not allow him to beg for mercy in front of his enemy, especially after he thrust that halberd at the Moth Emperor, when he had no other choice.

With a single slash, endless lightning coiled and condensed into a massive, blindingly bright moonlight blade, which suddenly split in two midway, slashing towards the Military God and the Demon King respectively.

Huang Yan seemed to have anticipated this change. He calmly manipulated the Pale Flame to condense into a wall, enveloping the two lightning blades. Ripples spread out, gradually dissipating the power. By the time they approached, their power was less than 30% of their original strength.

"The Divine Sandworm Bukong's Shadow-Shooting Sand!"

The swarm of Mengying clones transformed into the sun and moon, like two meteorites falling towards the lightning blade. Although it was countered by the elemental advantage, the vast difference in power ignored this and easily broke through the lightning man. The remaining force continued to strike Xing Daozhuang's chest, shattering his internal organs and piercing through his body.

Xing Daozhuang was sent flying, crashing into the mountain wall behind him. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the mountain wall with a bright red flower. The Eight Clouds Purple Thunder Halberd flew out of his hand.