Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 213: It’s Pitiful That You’re Alive

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: It’s Pitiful That You’re Alive

In the expanse of the heavens, the stars suddenly shone bright!

Nezha’s empty hand suddenly spread open, and Zi Chen’s Sky Ruler materialized out of thin air, the ruler’s body emitting a flowing purple light, carrying the decrees of heaven and earth.

"Formation, rise!"

With a low shout from Nezha, countless starlight descended.

The nine fire dragons soaring in mid-air were pressed down by the starlight and reverted to their original forms in an instant.

Nezha reached out and grabbed, collecting the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover into the Qiankun Bag.

He couldn’t help but smile, shouting, "Thank you, brother! I always knew you never came to see me empty-handed, but who would’ve thought you’d bring Master’s Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover as well. Such a generous gift, how can I accept it?"

Spirit Pearl thought to himself that if Nezha didn’t want it, he could return it, and hearing him speak made Spirit Pearl even more furious.

But looking up at the endless starlight overhead, his anger quickly turned to pure terror.

Glancing again at the magic artifact in Nezha’s hand, which was neither a sword nor a ruler, the divine aura emanating from it filled him with dread.

How did Nezha deserve such a supreme treasure!

Yet now, jealousy was the least of his concerns, as he regretted only being born with two legs and not having more Wind Fire Wheels to speed his escape.

But that wasn’t the point.

With Nezha wielding Zi Chen’s Sky Ruler, how could he possibly let him escape again?

"Zi Chen!"

"I’m here, I’m here, what’s the rush?" Zi Chen yawned, "You’re doing great, but at the critical moment, you still need me to lend a hand."

Nezha gave a helpless smile. Previously, the Zi Chen’s Sky Ruler had protected its master on its own, subduing the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover, but with his current cultivation, he still couldn’t activate Zi Chen’s Sky Ruler.

To be precise, it wasn’t that he couldn’t activate it; it was that Zi Chen’s Sky Ruler had yet to recognize him as its master.

However, it didn’t matter much since his good relationship with the Artifact Spirit meant Zi Chen could activate it, making it as good as his own magic treasure.

Nezha stood straight, pressing both hands on Zi Chen’s Sky Ruler and slowly pressing it down, causing myriad starlight to fall, seeming to crush even the void itself!

"Ah—no—"

With a shriek, Spirit Pearl could no longer fly, pinned in mid-air by the starlight, every pore of his body gushing blood.

At that moment, though, Nezha heard a small sound of surprise and asked hastily, "Zi Chen, what is it?"

"It’s nothing. I just realized that Spirit Pearl’s body is made of several sections of Immortal Lake Lotus. It’s truly fascinating. The starlight should have crushed him into a mist of blood, but the lotus has hollows, through which most of the starlight dissipated. It turns out it can’t crush him all at once."

Nezha was shocked, wondering if this was fate?

A coincidence!

It must be a coincidence!

Steadying his Dao heart, Nezha’s eyes showed a trace of ruthlessness.

Though Spirit Pearl was but a child, his crimes were monumental. If allowed to live, the heavens would not tolerate it.

Nezha drew out the Qiankun Bow, nocking an arrow without the slightest hesitation.

Spirit Pearl also saw the bow.

The last time, he was ’shot dead’ by this arrow from Nezha by the East Sea, and seeing the bow drawn again now, he was terrified out of his mind.

With blood streaming from his eyes, he didn’t want to beg, but the will to live made him speak incoherently.

"Junior brother! Good junior brother, spare my life, I won’t oppose you again!"

"Have mercy on me, will you? What I did before was out of jealousy.

I was born without parents, forced to endure arduous training day and night with Master, while you were born into wealth and privilege, enjoying the love of your parents. All this, it was my moment of confusion!"

"I truly repent, please spare my life, I won’t dare again."

"If you spare me, all the treasures of Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave are yours, and I’ll plead with Master on your behalf to leave you alone!"

Listening to Spirit Pearl’s desperate cries, Nezha’s eyes lowered as he gravely said, "Your life is indeed pitiful."

"So I will grant you release!"

He released his grip, and Spirit Pearl’s head exploded in mid-air!

However, instead of blood, a golden light shot out, breaking free of the starlight and heading towards the heavens.

"Naive!"

A golden Light Sword flew out from Nezha’s Mud Ball Palace, traversing a thousand miles and returning in an instant, slashing Spirit Pearl’s fleeing Primordial Spirit as well.

"Brother, you are too naive. Once you are dead, don’t all the treasures of Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave belong to me?"

With that, Nezha collected Spirit Pearl’s Leopard Skin Bag, securing both the Golden Brick and Wind Fire Wheel, and slowly descended from the sky.

When he arrived, the crowd reacted differently than before.

Earlier, the starlight overhead, nearly powerful enough to change the heavens and the earth, had alone made hundreds of thousands of people bow their heads, trembling.

Huang Feihu and others were filled with despair.

They had broken through so many gates only to be stopped at this final Sishui Pass, was it still not enough?

But Han Rong was ecstatic, thinking Nezha truly was a divine intervention.

He stepped forward with cupped hands and said, "Daoist, your intervention is a blessing for the people of Sishui Pass. I will report truthfully to the Emperor, and have the arrest warrant canceled, restoring your name!"

"Not at all, it was thanks to General’s assistance that I could seize the opportunity initially."

Nezha cupped his hands in thanks, though he couldn’t help but wonder:

Who is this guy?

Sishui Pass, garrison commander, could it be Han Rong?

Does he have a misunderstanding? I may have saved the people and killed Spirit Pearl, but that doesn’t mean I’ll help him.

After their exchange of thanks, Nezha walked step by step towards Huang Feihu.

Seeing this, Han Rong laughed aloud, pointing at Huang Feihu: "Huang Feihu! I have no personal grudge against you, yet you held high office, enjoying wealth and gratitude from the nation, but instead of reciprocating, you dared to rebel. Your crime is unpardonable. How long do you think you can remain arrogant?"

Seeing Han Rong jump and shout, with Nezha pressing closer step by step, Huang Feihu knew the end was near, biting back a surge of blood that trickled from the corner of his mouth, retreating three steps.

"We broke through four of five passes, who knew we would fail at the last, truly the heavens seek to destroy me!"

Seeing his father’s despair, Huang Tianlu, just thirteen years old, supported his back and comforted, "Father, we still have our swords, how can we surrender? Let’s fight to the end!"

"Yes! Fight to the end!"

The others also shouted together.

But at this moment, Nezha cupped his hands and said, "Nezha of the Chan Sect, greets Duke of the State’s Martial Deity, dare I ask, Your Highness, are you headed to join Xiqi?"

Seeing Nezha’s courtesy, Duke of the State’s Martial Deity Huang Feihu, even amid the chaos of war, adjusted his attire, took a deep breath and stepped forward, saying, "Indeed, Huang’s family has been loyal for seven generations, but the emperor has lost control, and Zhou territory has won two-thirds of the land. This shows heavenly mandate lies with them, and no human power can resist. As the saying goes, wise ministers serve a worthy lord, and good birds choose the tree to perch on. Daoist is a young hero, I ask you to spare us a path."

Nezha looked at Huang Feihu, who indeed had a dignified presence. However, considering the Divine Enthronement War’s perils, even if Huang’s family joined Xiqi, they might not survive.

But that wasn’t his concern.

Nezha cupped his hands and smiled, "Your Highness misunderstood. Although I killed Spirit Pearl because he rampaged, slaughtering innocents. I have ties with King Wen Ji Chang and Princely Heir Bo Yikao of Xiqi, and Jiang Ziya is my uncle. Your Highness seeks to join Xiqi, I should personally escort you across the pass."

These words were like life-saving rain from the heavens to Huang Feihu and his men.

But behind him, Han Rong was dumbfounded.

He couldn’t help but exclaim, "Wait, Daoist, we can’t play like this."

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