Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 225: Nezha Reveals His Divine Power in Xiqi City

Chapter 225: Chapter 225: Nezha Reveals His Divine Power in Xiqi City

Jiang Ziya’s expression didn’t change, but he was calculating in his mind.

If the entire enemy army charged, even if they opened the gates and retreated now, there would still be significant casualties.

Moreover, if the enemy seized the opportunity to capture the gates, Xiqi would be in grave danger of being breached today.

The main commander faced the enemy, but the opponent seized the initiative, dampening their military spirit.

Now, with Yu Zhenzi and Ji Shuqian beheaded, Zhou Ji and Xiqi’s great general Nangong Shi captured, morale had plummeted to the extreme. Engaging in direct combat again had little chance of success.

And considering Ji Fa’s overly cautious nature, would he really risk his life to open the city gates for the soldiers outside the walls?

Jiang Ziya wasn’t sure himself.

But he knew that if he gave the order to retreat and the gates didn’t open in time, or even if the army mutinied, they would inevitably face total annihilation today.

"Life and death, wealth and glory, are hardly in one’s control."

He sighed inwardly, thinking: Damn, I should have spent last night enjoying Lv Ping, experiencing the kind of ecstasy described in books.

Seeing Zhang Guifang’s army already mobilized behind him, the atmosphere was tense, as if the next moment they would attack like a war beast.

Just then, a twist occurred.

A young man dressed in a mystic robe descended from the sky, his Chaos Sky Silk flying for dozens of feet. He stood on the Wind Fire Wheels, holding a Fire-tipped Spear, exuding heroic spirit as the wind made his clothes flutter loudly!

"Zhang Guifang!"

The young man’s clear voice sounded like jade shattering ice, startling countless warhorses to rear up.

Seeing someone call the commander’s name, Feng Lin was furious, spurred his horse forward, and asked, "Who are you?" seeing Nezha flying in with the Wind Fire Wheels, knowing the other was also a cultivator.

"I am Li Nezha, the martial nephew of Marshal Jiang of Xiqi!"

Hearing this, Jiang Ziya felt immense relief, subconsciously straightening his back.

He had great confidence in Nezha’s strength. Now, seeing Nezha’s momentum even exceeding that of yesterday, he knew Nezha’s abilities far surpassed Feng Lin’s.

Jiang Ziya instructed his aides to prepare for the charge.

At the front of the two armies, Nezha called out, "You’re not my match, call Zhang Guifang out!"

"Such arrogance, seeking death!"

Feng Lin spurred his horse forward, but Nezha found it odd, thinking if he stayed in the air, Feng Lin couldn’t reach him even by jumping.

If he used light travel, how could this horse-riding general contend with his Wind Fire Wheels?

He laughed and charged forward.

Since he dared to charge out on horseback, Nezha did not withhold his respect.

Nezha thrust his spear once, startling Feng Lin into a cold sweat, his scalp tingling as he turned his horse around!

Nezha’s earlier moves weren’t refined, but his arms held astonishing divine power. The Fire-tipped Spear merely brushed against the Wolf Fang Club, shattering Feng Lin’s arms with the shock!

Feng Lin thought, with such divine power, there was no need for technique. Whatever weapon or fist was used, a direct strike would be invincible.

He rode his horse wildly, but Nezha sped up with a shake of his foot, instantly catching up to him.

Feng Lin sneered, turning around to spit black smoke again!

But Nezha pointed with his finger, extinguishing the smoke.

The treasure bead came at Nezha, who snatched it with his hand, crushing it to powder with a slight squeeze.

Seeing this, Feng Lin was even more terrified and fled on his horse even faster. Nezha didn’t pursue further, taking out the Qiankun Ring to throw forward.

"Go!"

A clear shout like shattered jade crushing mountains.

The Qiankun Ring transformed into a blazing sun, slowing time itself.

In the next second, the rider on the horse was a pile of blood and flesh, while the Qiankun Ring returned to Nezha’s wrist, falling silent.

Seeing blood, Nezha’s aura rose even higher, his pure black eyes exuding killing intent, coldly shouting, "Zhang Guifang, come out!"

With Nezha’s victory, Xiqi’s city walls resounded with the drumming of eight hundred Kylin war drums, arranged in the Eight Diagrams pattern. The muscular drummers, shirtless, struck the drums energetically.

Each beat was accompanied by ancient shamanic chants, resonating with the drumbeats, creating a menacing effect that pressed down on Zhang Guifang’s army.

"Such an arrogant man."

Zhang Guifang sighed inwardly. Feng Lin, his companion for years, had died here unexpectedly.

He knew Jiang Ziya had help from cultivators, but even he couldn’t withstand the power of their treasures.

But leading ten thousand troops, it was not his way to cower when challenged.

As the commander of Qinglong Pass, Zhang Guifang’s status was equal to Li Jing’s; however, his demeanor, strength, and troops were far superior.

"I hope this is not my last battle," he said, a final shred of calm vanishing from his eyes. He squeezed his steed and stepped forward.

The battlefield fell silent save for the fluttering of large banners in the wind.

A single black horse advanced alone.

Zhang Guifang’s warhorse moved slowly but steadily, and as he stepped forward, everyone on both sides held their breath, feeling an indefinable pressure building.

Nezha saw Zhang Guifang and raised an eyebrow. With his current insight, he saw something different.

Zhang Guifang’s level wasn’t higher than Feng Lin’s, being in his thirties, only at the God Absorption Realm, but might achieve Golden Core in the future.

Yet his presence was like an array, drawing all the army’s power, doubling his strength, and even his steed seemed like a fierce beast.

"Is this Zhang Guifang, the future Sangmen Star Lord?"

Nezha intended to test his skills, lifting his spear and charging.

Zhang Guifang, skilled in spear techniques and bolstered by his army’s might, was no match for Nezha.

Nezha’s spear moves were like lightning, fierce and fluid, wearing Zhang Guifang down in less than twenty rounds.

In desperation, Zhang Guifang used a Daoist skill, shouting, "Li Nezha! If not now, when?"

Zhang Guifang’s roar shook Nezha’s Mud Ball Palace, almost shattering his Primordial Spirit!

But his Innate Qi quickly stabilized his Primordial Spirit.

Initially shocked, Nezha relaxed, realizing Zhang Guifang’s spell couldn’t harm him, and thought:

The battle’s outcome is decided.

He had been concerned that, not being a Lotus Embodiment, he couldn’t defend against spells. But the Innate Qi taught by Zi Chen had unique advantages similar to thunder tribulation training.

Now it was Zhang Guifang’s turn to be surprised.

He thought, "Why doesn’t my master’s secret capture skill work today?"

Zhang Guifang tried calling three times, but Nezha didn’t respond, just tightened his grip on the spear and moved like a silver dragon or drifting snow, forcing Zhang Guifang to flee.

Nezha then used the Qiankun Ring again!

The Qiankun Ring, empowered by Nezha’s tribulation, was far more powerful than before. Despite Zhang Guifang’s protective array, it knocked him off his horse, gravely injuring him.

A dozen swift riders from the Chengtang army came to save Zhang Guifang, but Nezha’s spear forced them back!

Nezha captured Zhang Guifang alive and returned to the camp to report.

With their commander captured, the Chengtang army was in disarray.

Jiang Ziya seized the opportunity to attack, achieving a significant victory, pursuing them for miles, causing rivers of blood and rolling heads before stopping.

The Chengtang army, heavily defeated, regrouped leaderless, and sent a letter seeking aid from Grandmaster Wen.

Nezha didn’t intend to offend the Chan Sect. Since Yuanshi Tianzun wanted him to join the Divine Enthronement War, he followed the will.

Yet, he never expected to capture Zhang Guifang, who should have only been injured.

Now he hoped this small change wouldn’t trigger a storm.

Jiang Ziya, despite worries, celebrated the victory. Nezha’s self-introduction as his martial nephew earned him great honor.

At the celebration banquet, Jiang Ziya, drunk and holding Nezha, laughed, "You did a great deed today, come to my place later. Though Ji Fa is useless, his eye for women is far better than Bo Yikao’s, gifting me three beauties with skin delicate enough to pinch water from. It’s a pity Lv Ping won’t let me touch them, a real waste!"

He didn’t notice Nezha’s rolling eyes, slapping his thin thigh in frustration, hurting himself.

Drunk, he then cried, holding Nezha, "Now that Zhang Guifang is captured, Chengtang won’t let it go. With only you to fight now, what can we do? I think I need to seek advice from my master!"

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