Chapter 440: She Avoids Your Edge? Are You Kidding?

Lu Ya braked in time, his hands forming seals to set up an array, summoning the sun-like orb to emerge and smash straight toward Tang An.

Tang An, unhurried, brought out the Hunyuan Golden Dipper, "Set up an isolation Great Array."

"Yes, Master."

The Artifact Spirit of the Hunyuan Golden Dipper appeared; she was a cute young girl wearing a golden dress, with many small bells hanging on her body.

She formed seals with both hands to activate the Hunyuan Golden Dipper, isolating the sky for a hundred miles around and pushing the Space Law to its absolute limit.

Even if an airplane were to pass through this hundred-mile radius, it would not be able to enter the space they occupied. At the same time, their battle would not affect the lives of mortals.

"Since the array is set, then all of you, come."

Tang An's figure vanished from where she stood, and when she reappeared, she was already hovering high in mid-air. With every step she took, spatial ripples emerged beneath her feet, shifting her a thousand meters away.

Meanwhile, Sun Wukong and the other two, along with those Outer Realm Demon Race, were also pulled into this isolation Great Array by the Hunyuan Golden Dipper.

"Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover!"

Nezha flew before Tang An and brought out the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover; the nine dragons emerged in unison, resisting the sun-like fireball in the sky head-on.

"What a pity." Tang An remained standing in place, her expression truly showing some regret.

"This seat does not need your pity!" Lu Ya hated most when others looked at him with that kind of pitiful gaze; how glorious his status had once been!

These ants, these juniors, how dare they show off their might before him?

"The sun-like orb was originally pure and yang, but it was fused with the yin energy of the Outer Realm Demon Race; they fuse and repel each other, greatly reducing its power."

If it were the Lu Ya of the past attacking, Tang An would not have let Nezha face him. But now...

He possessed the cultivation of a Half-Saint, but coupled with the backlash of the curse, he was already past his prime.

"Nezha, fight without holding back."

"Understood." Nezha responded, manifesting his Three Heads and Six Arms dharma body, and charged toward Lu Ya holding his Fire-Tipped Spear.

Tang An surveyed the entire situation, and seeing those Outer Realm Demon Race members continue to reform after being killed by Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, her eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc.

If she wanted to protect Huaxia for eternal peace and completely eradicate the cancer that was the Outer Realm Demon Race, she had to solve the root cause of their endless regeneration.

Only a Guardian could kill the Outer Realm Demon Race; if she were to channel the power of the Great Dao combined with her own Dharma Power to others, could it grant them the ability to slay the Outer Realm Demon Race?

Tang An wanted to try, but discovered that in this situation, the disadvantages outweighed the benefits.

Originally, her method of guarding a city alone meant that as long as she channeled the power of the Great Dao to set up an array, she could allow everyone to slay the Outer Realm Demon Race.

But if it were not at a specific Zhenmo Pass, it was much more strenuous for her to channel the power of the Great Dao. Furthermore, transferring her own Dharma Power to others was no different from exposing her own life to the enemy's blade.

It seemed she would have to think of another way.

"Boom—"

"Boom-rumble—"

The sun-like orb collided with the nine dragons, and within the law-governed space, it was instantly as bright as day, blindingly so.

Before the blinding light had even faded, two sword beams—one yin and one yang—darted out from the explosion. Nezha, covered in flames laced with black energy, attacked Lu Ya once more.

One blood-red with black light, and one orange-red fire light, their sword tips shifted through multiple spaces in an instant. Wherever they passed, waves of fire surged, burning several Outer Realm Demon Race members to death.

Of course, after they died, they would simply reform again.

"Swoosh!"

Sun Wukong was getting anxious, because although these minions were not strong in combat, they were impossible to kill no matter how he fought them, which was truly infuriating.

"Brother Yang Jian, I'll handle that one, you take care of these." He wanted to switch opponents to play with.

And the one fighting alongside Yang Jian was an Ancient Demon with the same Great Luo Golden Immortal cultivation.

Yang Jian had a formidable physical body, and his cultivation was at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm; he was almost suppressing the Ancient Demon. But he shared the same frustration as Sun Wukong: no matter how many times he killed it, it would reform its demonic body just as many times.

"You cannot kill us; you will only be dragged down by my Demon Race until you are exhausted and die."

"Even if your cultivation is a notch higher, so what? Won't you still be worn down to death?"

The Ancient Demon looked at them both hideously; it couldn't win once, it couldn't win ten times, but there were still a hundred, a thousand times. These people would die at its hands sooner or later.

"Ssh—"

The Ancient Demon's hideous smile froze on its face, and a bloody hole had already been pierced through its chest.

"If you want to fight, then fight; why be so noisy?" With a flick of her finger, Tang An obliterated the arrogant Ancient Demon.

Yang Jian's eyes trembled; he had thought Tang An was strong, but he hadn't expected her to be strong to this degree.

Just a flick of a finger, and she had beaten an Ancient Demon with Great Luo Golden Immortal cultivation until its soul scattered?

"Master, what about the remaining Outer Realm Demon Race?"

"You don't need to worry about them, go help Nezha." Tang An sensed that Lu Ya was burning his Primordial Spirit, and Nezha was gradually losing the upper hand.

Sun Wukong was finally able to let loose and have a real fight; he immediately donned his Golden Chain Mail, the Phoenix-Winged Purple Gold Crown on his head, and the Lotus-Silk Cloud-Walking Boots on his feet.

A fiery red cape spread out along with his Dharma Power, and he pulled a Golden Cudgel out from each of his two ears, beginning to swing them around.

Yang Jian wore silver-white battle armor with a black cape. The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in his hand transformed into a Golden Bow and silver arrows, responsible for providing long-range interference against Lu Ya.

The battle situation that Lu Ya had managed to turn around was once again shifting to a disadvantage due to the two of them joining in.

Tang An watched the battle, ignoring the Outer Realm Demon Race members closing in behind her.

"Oh my, you're making me anxious, Sword Master."

The Jinbao Sword couldn't take it anymore; ever since Tang An arrived in the modern era, she never called for it whenever there was a fight. This time, even the Hunyuan Golden Dipper could come out to stretch its muscles, yet Tang An still had no intention of moving it.

Thus, it revealed itself, and with a silky drift, it wiped the Outer Realm Demon Race clean.

As they reformed, the Jinbao Sword killed them again. Anyway, having been stifled for so long, it was having a blast and didn't mind the trouble.

"Enough!"

Lu Ya was beaten into a steady retreat, looking utterly disheveled.

The key was that his Immortal-Slaying Gourd had been taken away by Tang An, and he no longer had any Magic Treasure worth mentioning in his hands.

But the three of them—Sun Wukong and the others—one had a Golden Cudgel in each hand, one switched back and forth between long-range Golden Bow and silver arrows and close-combat Kaishan Axe. The most ridiculous one had Three Heads and Six Arms, all sorts of Magic Treasures, and even Taishang Laojun's Yang Banana Fan.

Added to the tacit understanding the three of them had built along the Journey to the West, they beat Lu Ya in a way that could only be called miserable and bitter.

In a fit of rage, the black robe on his body was burned away by fire, revealing his true appearance. He exerted his full strength to burn his Primordial Spirit, his cultivation climbing repeatedly until it reached the peak of his prime.

"Boom—"

Sun Wukong and the other two were sent flying back by the shockwave; as Tang An flashed past them, she used a gentle force to lift the three of them up, neutralizing the impact they had received from Lu Ya.

"The disciple can't win, so the master makes a move?"

"Even if you possess Yunxiao's former cultivation, so what? In my prime, even Yunxiao would have had to avoid my edge."

"Today, you will undoubtedly die!"

Tang An chuckled twice and clapped her hands for him.

"You are so good at bragging, does Yunxiao Xianzi herself know?"

"She would avoid your edge?"

Tang An could not help but laugh out loud, "Then after you used the Nail-Head Seven-Arrow Book to secretly harm Brother Gongming, why were you never seen again? Did you switch to practicing being a turtle hiding in its shell? Huh?"