Chapter 480: Don't you know my name, Tang An, that whoever falls into my hands is the one who is truly unlucky?

Tang An summoned the Wolf-Tooth Club; it had been a long time since she had beaten someone so violently.

"Moxian."

She arrived before Moxian in an instant; he had originally been besieged by Yang Jian and Nezha, and now Tang An had joined them as well.

The moment Moxian saw Tang An, it is no exaggeration to say that he turned tail and tried to flee.

Because he had witnessed with his own eyes how ten Demon Nests were destroyed, and he had also witnessed just moments ago how Tang An had tortured and killed Molu.

If even Molu died at her hands, what good could he possibly expect for himself?

"Where are you running to?"

Tang An blocked his escape route again in an instant and gripped the Wolf-Tooth Club with both hands.

"Weren't you fighting quite vigorously just a moment ago?"

When facing Tang An, Moxian could no longer summon the courage to fight her.

And once his momentum was lost, he was destined to be utterly defeated.

"I can hand over the location of the Demon Nest to you, and give you my territory too, just spare my life."

Hearing this, Tang An merely smiled, "Territory, I will conquer myself. And you, I will also beat!"

"Off you go!"

She swung the Wolf-Tooth Club, smashing it into Moxian's face, causing him to spew a mouthful of black blood as his body flew rapidly toward Nezha.

Nezha's lips curled into a slight smile; he raised his Fire-Tipped Spear to catch Moxian, flicked him to change his direction, and then, gathering his strength, kicked him in the stomach, sending him to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian caught Moxian with the shaft of his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear, tilted slightly to avoid the blood he spat out, performed a series of kicks, and then kicked him over to Tang An.

The three of them were having a grand time playing, while Sun Wukong was still fighting fiercely against Motu over there.

Tang An caught Moxian again, gripping the back of his neck. "Why aren't you fighting back?"

As soon as Moxian opened his mouth, he spat blood, feeling as if he were being played to death by the three of them.

Was it that he didn't want to fight back? It was just that the three of them hadn't given him a chance to!

Just looking at that combo from earlier, it was clear they had used it countless times; their coordination was so seamless that he couldn't even steady himself after being kicked.

"The Primordial Demon will not... will not let you..."

Tang An threw him to her feet, "Will not let me off?"

"Whether he lets me off or not, will you even be alive to see it?"

Moxian knew that survival was impossible, so he stared at Tang An with vicious resentment. "One day when you fall into the hands of my Demon race, you will surely beg for death but be unable to die!"

Tang An lowered her eyes, looking at him with contempt, "I can tell you have short hair and even shorter vision."

"Who in the Three Realms doesn't know my name, Tang An? Even if that day truly comes, it will be a case of whoever falls into whose hands is the unluckier one."

She stopped wasting time and threw the half-dead Moxian to Nezha.

"Roast him with the Six Ding Divine Fire, and let him watch as everyone around him dies one after another."

"Let him truly experience the pain of having no one to call for help. And make him realize the desperate fear that his life is counting down to its end in the next second."

The pain of an Extreme Yin Body being roasted by Extreme Yang Fire can be imagined.

Sun Wukong swung his staff and sent Motu flying, "Brother Yang Jian, shall we have a contest to see who can beat him to death first?"

"Very well." Yang Jian smiled faintly and flew over to join Sun Wukong in dealing with the last Ancestral Demon.

Tang An did not intervene further, but sat upon the Merit Golden Seat, silently observing the situation around them.

"How are your injuries?" Nezha asked.

"No matter." Tang An would definitely need to go into seclusion for a period of time when she returned. For now, as long as she wasn't dying, it wasn't a big deal.

"What about you?" she asked Nezha in return. "The Innate Violent Qi is not easy to clear."

"I am also fine; when I return, I will just use the Six Ding Divine Fire to break my bones and reshape them."

Tang An frowned slightly; as expected, the way a ruthless person heals is just as unconventional.

She channeled a strand of Dharma Power into Nezha's body to investigate, "It's fine, just endure it for a moment."

"Mm." Nezha only gave a soft grunt.

Tang An moved her fingers lightly, slicing small spatial rifts into the bones where Nezha was afflicted by the Innate Violent Qi.

The destructive power of spatial rifts in the Outer Domain is more than a hundred times greater than in the Inner Realm, and the suction is the same.

Therefore, Tang An used the suction of the spatial rifts to draw out the Innate Violent Qi, thereby sparing Nezha the pain of breaking and reshaping his bones.

It was just inevitable that his skin and flesh would be cut, making the bleeding look quite severe.

"Boom!"

"Boom!!!"

Yang Jian took a blow from Motu's axe with his physical body, and Sun Wukong seized the opportunity to swing the Golden Cudgel, blowing up Motu's head.

Black blood energy exploded, and a mass of pure dark matter from the dead Ancestral Demon was about to return to the nest.

"Where are you going?"

Tang An cast a Talisman Seal from her Great Killing Weapon to track and locate it.

After doing this, the four master and disciples all surrounded Moxian, who had been roasted by the Six Ding Divine Fire until he looked neither human nor ghost.

"Heh heh heh~"

The way the four of them were cracking their knuckles, paired with that dark and sinister smile, made Moxian look so weak, pitiful, and helpless.

"Don't come over, I don't want to die yet!"

"Don't come over!"

"Ah!!!!"

After some "loving" persuasion, Moxian finally transcended the shackles of his physical body, his soul returning to the heavens and earth.

Tang An promptly released the tracking Talisman Seal and let it flee back to the nest.

"Master, what shall we do next?"

"What a fine opportunity; I would never let a tiger return to the mountain." Tang An was not a person prone to indecision; the words she had used to frighten the Demon Slaughterer earlier were merely to make him feel more terror before his death.

Leaving them to continue resurrecting and staying alive would always be a hidden danger.

"Jiuyue, stop playing." Tang An summoned Jiuyue back, then raised her hand and extinguished those immortal Demon Soldiers.

"After I detonate the last three, I might run out of strength, so support me a little."

"Alright, Sister."

"No need," Nezha said abruptly.

"What?" Tang An asked, puzzled.

"We will do it together."

"Right," Sun Wukong laughed. "Old Sun has endless monkey energy right now. Come on, Master, don't stand on ceremony with us."

Yang Jian walked behind Tang An with a smile, and the four of them looked at each other, simultaneously channeling their Dharma Power of different colors into Tang An.

Tang An glanced back and smiled gently.

"Good."

As long as the five of them worked together, what obstacle in this world could they not overcome?

"Great Dao Law, open!"

If it weren't for the fact that Tang An's Qi Sea was severely injured beforehand, why would she need everyone's help just to replicate two Great Killing Weapons?

But this was also quite good; that healing feeling of being able to safely entrust one's back to one another was better than any medicine in the world.

The Primordial Demon seemed to sense that Tang An had struck again and wanted to teleport here. But every time this happened, he would be blocked by Nuwa or Fuxi, who were buying time for Tang An.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

"Explode!"