Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 155: Draw the Bow, Nock the Arrow

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Draw the Bow, Nock the Arrow

The two agreed that as soon as they saw the Spirit Pearl, Ao Bing would crush the jade slip in his hand to send a message.

Nezha certainly would not forget. At this moment, he was using the Dividing Water Divine Shuttle to hide in the depths of the ocean, with a golden gate open behind him; at the slightest hint of danger, he could quickly return to his small world.

Beneath the sea, countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals were also emerging from the depths, including cultivators of the God Absorption Realm.

Looking at the densely packed formation, their blades and swords like a forest, formidable as they seemed, Nezha knew they were ultimately useless.

Having seen the Spirit Pearl make a move earlier, though he couldn’t discern what Forbidden Technique was used, just by observing the physical body, it was perhaps superior to his own. These shrimp soldiers and crab generals were far too weak to inflict serious harm.

At such a level, the ultimate outcome of the battle still depended on the top cultivators on both sides.

If he were to make a move.

Nezha weighed his chances; if he went out this time and failed to kill the Spirit Pearl and couldn’t return to the sea, with the Wind Fire Wheel at his opponent’s feet, escape would be impossible.

Not that he feared him; after several encounters, Nezha felt somewhat confident. But similar to Ao Bing, he too had a feeling.

Above the Nine Heavens, it seemed as if something invisible was sweeping over the ocean and the land again and again.

Who could it be?

Taiyi Zhenren.

Nezha could not think of anyone else it could be.

Through the words of Cai Yun and Bi Yun, he had already learned that Taiyi Zhenren was personally present at Chentang Pass. Now it seemed, cold on the outside but warm on the inside, there was a possibility that the fate of Shi Ji, who imparted the arts to him, was perilous.

Since Taiyi Zhenren had come, how could he leave without finishing his mission?

"Fate, fate, no matter how I cultivate, in the short term, it’s impossible to match Taiyi Zhenren. If he wants to kill me, my only option is to hide."

But for how long can one hide?

The people of Chentang Pass, including his own mother and everyone in the household, Mr. Fan, were all still outside at this time.

If Taiyi Zhenren used their lives as leverage, would he keep being a coward forever?

"Perhaps there is another way."

Nezha glanced at the Spirit Pearl on the shore, contemplating that since Taiyi Zhenren always spoke of the Heavenly Dao and the big picture, if he were to kill the Spirit Pearl today, leaving only himself as ’Nezha’ between Heaven and Earth, he wondered whether Taiyi Zhenren then would choose to kill him or protect him.

Fate is like a weave.

Nezha didn’t know what was in Taiyi Zhenren’s mind, so there remained some risk.

However, even with risk, it was worth trying.

...

Meanwhile, on the shore, Ao Bing transformed into his dragon form, moving among the Nine Heavens, seemingly about to plunge into the sea.

However, Spirit Pearl merely sneered and did not activate any tunnel light. Even in the ocean, he was confident he wouldn’t lose to Ao Bing, but today he absolutely could not let Ao Bing escape again.

A divine radiance erupted from him as he brought his right index and middle fingers together and pointed forward, exclaiming, "Bind!"

The Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi instantly twisted into countless ropes, immobilizing Ao Bing’s massive dragon body in mid-air, unable to fly or fall.

"Hahaha, Ao Bing! Today I’ll use your dragon tendons for a belt!"

The sea roared, a fierce wind swept the sky, distant wild dogs barked at the sun, and silence prevailed.

Hearing Spirit Pearl’s manic laughter, Ao Bing’s body turned icy cold.

"Behold my magic treasure, Golden Brick!"

From the sea, numerous members of the Water Clan charged out, now witnessing a sudden burst of golden light overhead, overpowering the sun, white before their eyes, unable to see a thing.

A tragic cry followed as Ao Bing’s heavy dragon form crashed onto the beach, raising dust several feet high.

Were it not for his dragon transformation, a single blow might have been fatal, but even now, his skull was cracked, primordial spirit agitated, unable to cast spells or even concentrate.

The perspective of time for the powerful is different from ordinary people; from the start of the confrontation between a person and a dragon, to the deaths of two Golden Core Realm members of the Water Clan, to Ao Bing being knocked from the sky, it all happened in mere moments.

The time was so short and the changes so fast that the golden light covering everything hadn’t yet faded.

Thus, at this level, timing is paramount in combat.

Nezha felt this moment was quite excellent, with the Spirit Pearl’s aura at its peak, perceptible from ten miles away, no need to open his eyes to aim.

And the magic treasure Golden Brick had just released a brilliant glow, the Spirit Pearl was reveling in his successful strike.

A pitch-black iron bow suddenly appeared in Nezha’s hands.

He leaned over, drew the bow, notched the arrow, completing the movements in one fluid stroke.

This bow was the Qiankun Bow.

The arrow was the Sky-shattering Arrow.

Though the arrow spirit was dead, and the runes on the arrow shaft were damaged, the bow itself was an extremely rare hard bow, mere mortals couldn’t even lift it, let alone draw it.

In Nezha’s hands, it was perfectly manageable.

Even though he’d never used a bow and arrow, drawing the string was much smoother than wielding swords or spears, as though this item was destined to be his weapon.

In an instant, the bow formed a full moon.

With a release, the Sky-shattering Arrow pierced through the water, faster than Ao Bing’s primordial spirit attack.

If not for the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi shattered into dust by the Sky-shattering Arrow, leaving a clear, long-lasting white path in the air and sea, the arrow would have seemed to teleport, ignoring all distances, appearing instantly before the Spirit Pearl.

At such a short distance, with such remarkable speed, by the time Spirit Pearl sensed imminent danger, the arrowhead had already pierced his clothes, touching his skin.

He recognized this arrow.

The Sky-shattering Arrow.

Previously atop the walls of Chentang Pass, he too had drawn that bow and loosed an arrow.

Back then, it just felt cumbersome and heavy, its potency great but merely as a standard arrow, leaving him uninterested.

But now, seeing this arrow again, it seemed life-threatening.

Spirit Pearl’s mind had no time for thought.

He instinctively reached to grab the black arrow shaft but was too late.

The sharp point rudely burrowed into his skin, tougher than steel now, tearing apart bone and muscle, then puncturing his heart, shooting out his back into the mountain rock, leaving only a dark, inscrutable hole, wisps of white smoke drifting from it.

Yet Spirit Pearl had just begun to raise his head.

He looked down in shocked astonishment at his own chest.

There was a bowl-sized hole, where white bone and blood-soaked organs could be seen, and the heart that should have been constantly pulsing was gone.

In an instant, the massive dragon-like strength was drained from his body, toppling his slight figure forward.

But immediately a dark power of curse seals supported him, keeping him from falling entirely, kneeling on one knee.

Spirit Pearl could still feel the boundless curse seal power surging into him.

Yet his accumulated knowledge of the cultivation world told him that without a heart, death was certain unless one reached the Golden Immortal Realm, where the primordial spirit could exist separately from the physical body for an extended period.

Nezha wanted to act again, but his expression quickly shifted, instantly retreating into the small world behind him, closing the golden gate.

An overwhelmingly terrifying pressure descended from the sky, whipping up giant waves in the ocean but still too late to catch a glimpse of Nezha.

In an instant, Taiyi Zhenren’s true form was already above the sea.

With a grim look, he gazed into the deep ocean, then turned towards the shore.

Stepping on the green lotus, he arrived before Spirit Pearl in a flash.

At that time, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals were carrying the Dragon Third Prince Ao Bing back.

Dragon Third Prince, narrow-minded as he was, having suffered a heavy blow from Spirit Pearl’s Golden Brick, didn’t forget to plunder all of his magic treasures while making his escape.

"Master..."

Spirit Pearl, pale and bloodless, gazed at Taiyi Zhenren, eyes filled with uncontainable terror.

Yet Taiyi Zhenren ignored him, instead turning to look at Ao Bing, transformed into dragon form, being carried towards the sea by dozens of shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

Just one glance from Taiyi Zhenren, and Ao Bing began to cough up blood again.

Continuously vomiting the scalding dragon blood, as if expelling all his viscera.

"Such audacity, quickly hand over the magic treasures of my Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave!"

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