The confrontation between Yang Jian, Randeng, and Manjushri made the air in the valley freeze like iron, the murderous aura almost dripping with moisture. On one side stood a vengeful avenger whose demonic technique overshadowed the world; on the other stood the Western Sect's vice leader and a Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect, both profound in Buddhist teachings and deep in foundation. This battle was no longer merely a private grudge—it involved lineages, Luck, and the unspoken understanding between Sages.
"Demon Lord, submit!" Daoist Randeng spoke no further. He knew words could not dissolve the hatred carved into Yang Jian's bones. He struck first. The glazed lamp above his head blazed brilliantly, streams of Lapis Lazuli Pure Fire raining down. This was no ordinary flame; it specifically countered evil spirits and demons, capable of burning away primordial spirits and purifying baleful energy. At the same time, a violet-gold alms bowl hung inverted in the air, releasing a powerful suction force that sought to draw Yang Jian and the Demonic Aura around him inside.
Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun also suppressed his injuries and once more activated the damaged Dragon-Binding Stake and Flat Crutch. Golden light and Pure Light intertwined with Randeng's assault as they attacked Yang Jian from the flank, determined to kill him in one blow—or at least grievously wound and capture him.
Facing the combined siege of two peak mighty experts, the blood-red light in Yang Jian's eyes deepened, yet he showed not the slightest panic. The Hunyuan Limitless True Demonic Technique surged to its utmost limit. The True Demon Seed within his sea of consciousness spun wildly, radiating a dark glow that seemed capable of devouring all things. The dark-jade Demonic Aura around him was no longer merely protective force; it transformed into a miniature black-hole vortex. As