The Great Demon's Intervention: A Clash of Realms

The chain almost struck Fu Bao, and had it hit her, her soul would have been in peril!

Mrs. Li couldn't comprehend the sudden gust of wind. Was a heavy rainstorm on the horizon?

It seemed that when trouble brewed, it poured like rain!

Mrs. Li tightened her embrace around Fu Bao and Li Xiaolei, seeking to shield them from harm. She especially feared for Fu Bao, being so young and vulnerable to being swept away by the forceful wind.

As the wind howled relentlessly, Hu Laosan struggled to keep the bullock cart steady. "What's happening? It was calm just moments ago. Why this sudden gale?"

Despite feeling as if she might be carried away by the tempest, Fu Bao found solace in Mrs. Li's firm grip. Peering through her fingers, she caught sight of Black Figure standing resolute amidst the storm!

It was a young man, possessing chiseled facial features as sharp as a knife, with straight eyebrows that stretched towards his temples. His eyes, cold and piercing, seemed to bore into one's soul, framed by a high nose and thin lips.

His dark red pupils, akin to the blooming mandala flowers amidst blood, held an inexplicable allure, drawing one in only to be ensnared by their mesmerizing yet unsettling gaze.

His striking appearance remained unaffected as the strong wind tousled his long black hair and billowed his clothing. Radiating an aura akin to that of a sovereign ruler, his presence commanded attention and instilled a sense of awe.

It was him...

Fu Bao immediately recognized him, the Great Demon!

At first, she found herself captivated by his breathtaking appearance, her senses momentarily overwhelmed. In that moment, she forgot the fundamental disparity between them - she, an immortal, and he, a demon. It was a lapse in judgment, fueled perhaps by the intoxicating allure of his presence.

For her to be so enraptured by him was a rarity, considering her exposure to numerous handsome figures in the celestial realm. From the Monkey King Sun Wukong to the Erlang God Yang Jian, and even figures like the Third Prince Nezha, Tieguai Li, Lu Dongbin among the Eight Immortals, and the once esteemed Tianpeng Marshal before his descent to the mortal world - all were renowned commanders in their own right.

Yet, it was this Great Demon who held her spellbound.

As she gazed at the man who seemed to embody a deity amidst the tempestuous wind, Fu Bao's heart raced, her eyes fixated on him with an unyielding intensity. The unexpected presence of the Great Demon in the mortal realm left her utterly bewildered.

Upon seeing him, the Black and White Impermanence were also taken aback. They couldn't believe their eyes. "You... you are..."

The man remained silent, his voice as cold as a blade, issuing a stern warning, "If you dare to interfere, I assure you, the underworld will never know peace again!"

The Black and White Impermanence, "...!!!"

In the realm of Heaven, Demon, Human, and Darkness, each entity held sway over its own domain, and harmony was paramount. Provoking this Great Demon and causing disturbance in the underworld would spell disaster for them all. They risked not only failing to complete their task but also facing severe consequences.

Indeed, the Black and White Impermanence were merely two minor deities, fully aware of their insignificance compared to the immense power of this formidable demon. They were like ants before him, vulnerable to being crushed by a mere flick of his fingers.

In the devil world, strength reigns supreme, and without formidable power, one cannot rise to the rank of king, nor can the gods of Heaven hope to challenge him.

Black Impermanence could only gaze sorrowfully at the shattered chains lying on the ground, his prized weapon now rendered useless. That was his ace in the hole, his most reliable tool. And now, it was nothing but a pile of broken metal. That was all.