Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 235: One Against Four!

Chapter 235: Chapter 235: One Against Four!

"What exactly do you want?"

Jiang Ziya was trembling all over, not out of fear, but out of anger.

After all, no matter how powerful Nezha was, he wasn’t afraid of him.

Because he knew that Nezha considered him one of his own and wouldn’t harm him.

But Dragon Whisker Tiger was also supposed to be ’one of his own,’ though intended to be used as a trap. However, it had just tried to eat him, so he had no qualms about using it.

"I want this world to speak some sense." Nezha’s eyes were calm, a fire in his pupils crystallizing into ice, his gaze falling silent, like the first snowflake falling from Kunlun Peak.

"Bullshit, tell me then, what the hell is reason!"

"Reason is reason. I like to talk reason, but if others think my reason isn’t reasonable, then I’ll have to use my fist to make them understand. Uncle, don’t you think that’s reason too?"

Jiang Ziya looked into Nezha’s eyes, almost unable to breathe: "Ancestor, you’ve already put it that way, do I dare say it’s not? I don’t even know whether I should have called you. Before calling you, it just seemed like we couldn’t win this battle. Now that you’re here, I feel like the Divine Enthronement War is going to fail."

"Uncle, enough of this. Go back and get ready. Once the talisman paper is written, it’s time to challenge Lu Xiong. Don’t you curse him daily for being utterly nonsensical and still daring to lead troops?"

...

Back in Xiqi, Ao Yu came to find Nezha again, saying she was preparing to undergo the Golden Immortal Heavenly Tribulation in a few months and hoped Nezha could be her protector.

There was certainly no problem with this, but Nezha was curious: "Why haven’t you left yet? The Divine Enthronement War, trying to survive to achieve divinity won’t be easy."

"So I need to elevate my cultivation as quickly as possible."

The girl’s voice, cold and delicate like shattered silk, with a faint tremor at the end, like the final vibration of a wind chime frozen by frost.

Nezha looked into Ao Yu’s extremely beautiful, pale blue eyes, frowning: "You’re not ready yet."

Ao Yu smiled: "I didn’t expect that, after advancing to Golden Immortal, your eyesight would improve to the point that you can even see through my cultivation."

"You can’t lie," Nezha lightly shook his head.

"You say that as if you know me well."

"There’s no need to rush."

Ao Yu said: "There’s no choice. For cultivators, decades are brief, and the Divine Enthronement War will be over in the blink of an eye. Besides, if I don’t dare to fight now, there’s no point in continuing to cultivate."

"You could die."

"Everyone dies." The indifference on Ao Yu’s face melted momentarily, "If I die, will you be sad?"

"Of course, you’re my friend."

"Thank you."

...

The agreed time had passed, yet not only had Jiang Ziya not handed over Huang Feihu and Zhang Guifang, but there had been no news at all.

The army here fired cannons and sounded gongs, and the soldiers shouted as they marched to the foot of Xiqi City, calling for Jiang Ziya to respond.

A scout rushed to the Prime Minister’s Mansion, and Ziya led Nezha and Wu Chengwang, riding the Four Unequals out of the city to meet the battle.

Seeing the majestic banners, they were quite impressive.

Nezha looked on and recalled the words Jiang Ziya had said to him the other day.

Because he had asked: This army of a hundred thousand looks mighty, but don’t say it’s me, any Golden Immortal Realm cultivator on earth could kill them all single-handedly using some techniques.

From Nezha’s point of view, this was indeed the case.

With only mortals and no cultivators, there was no possibility of being overwhelmed by numbers.

He could kill until he was exhausted, then eat, drink, and rest, and let others chop at him without getting hurt at all.

If it got really bad, he could ride a light beam to the sky and escape.

Jiang Shang answered him like this:

Cultivators killing mortals without cause will incur karmic force. Excessive killing will burn the heart with karma; even a Quasi-Saint can’t escape it.

The reason Chan Sect could participate in the Divine Enthronement War was mostly like Spirit Pearl who died at Nezha’s hands—they were fated to suffer a killing tribulation.

Spirit Pearl was meant to suffer seventeen hundred killing tribulations, so he could kill seventeen hundred people. Any more and he would be stained with karmic force.

These mortal generals mostly have low cultivation levels and are not bothered by karmic force.

...

Wang Mo, upon seeing the Four Unequals under Jiang Ziya’s seat and the well-organized Xiqi troops, had pupils constricting into two cold stars, and eye sockets burning like dying embers.

Everyone, Wang Mo had spent many years cultivating at the Overseas Immortal Mountain, with a simple heart, believing that since Jiang Ziya was a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, he would keep his word. Thus, upon realizing he was deceived, his anger flared uncontrollably.

He said, "Well, Jiang Shang, you fell off your horse the other day, but it turns out you went to Kunlun Mountain to borrow the Four Unequals to fight us!"

With that, he urged his mount Bi’an, transforming into a dark light and charging forward, sword in hand, aiming to take Jiang Ziya’s life.

A nearby Nezha saw this, wielding his Fire-tipped Spear, and confronted Wang Mo, saying: "Wang Mo! If you want to kill Jiang Ziya, you have to get past me first!"

Before the formation of both armies, tens of thousands of eyes watched as the two collided, with beasts clashing and weapons raised!

Nezha’s spear moved like thunderclouds, erupting instantly into seven bursts of spear flowers, while Wang Mo’s sword light condensed into a single line like autumn water.

The spear aimed at the "Shanzhong," while the sword targeted the spear shaft.

With a single strike, the air seemed filled with countless lines invisible to mortals, densely packed and cutting sharply.

The band binding Nezha’s hair suddenly snapped, the sword grazed his arm, leaving a faint white trace, yet a burst of red blood suddenly spurted from his left shoulder!

Nezha’s pupils shrank, he thrust his spear again, and behind him appeared a nine-foot-tall Seven-colored Miao Tree. Wang Mo’s formidable sword intent couldn’t penetrate more than an inch around him.

Seeing Nezha resist him with just a spear, Wang Mo’s sword could no longer hold out. Yang Sen, next to him, mounted on a Suan Ni, stealthily approached to assist.

He pulled out a bead from his pouch, a magic treasure called the "Heaven Opening Pearl."

Yang Sen cast the bead at Nezha, causing Xiqi’s army to exclaim in alarm.

On the city wall, Ji Fa and Bo Yikao’s pupils also contracted.

Nezha, well aware of Yang Sen’s treasures, was prepared, and with a reverse throw of his Qiankun Ring, shattered the Heaven Opening Pearl in an instant!

"How dare you destroy my magic treasure, you seek death!"

"Bring it on!"

Seeing Yang Sen also attacking with his sword, Nezha shouted, left and right hewed with his spear, holding steady against two opponents.

The Fire-tipped Spear intermittently spewed Samadhi Fire, reducing Wang Mo and Yang Sen to a sorry state.

Behind, Gao Youqian and Li Xingba exchanged glances, reading the shock in each other’s eyes.

These days, they had familiarized themselves with Xiqi’s military situation, knowing that the only formidable fighter was Nezha, who had recently advanced to the Golden Immortal Realm, so they didn’t take him seriously at all.

To know, they four were top of the Golden Immortal Realm, with half a foot almost into the Taiyi Golden Immortal threshold.

Seeing this, realizing that Yang Sen and Wang Mo alone couldn’t win, Gao Youqian, riding a Flower Spotted Leopard, took out the Hunyuan Pearl, while Li Xingba took out the Earth Splitting Pearl, both targeting Nezha together.

Previously, Yang Sen’s Heaven Opening Pearl, crafted from jade, shattered easily when struck by the Qiankun Ring.

However, the incoming Hunyuan Pearl and Earth Splitting Pearl were not fragile, and although Nezha cast his Qiankun Ring again, it only deflected the Hunyuan Pearl while the Earth Splitting Pearl came straight at him!

At this point, with Dragon Whisker Tiger and Jiang Ziya’s assistance, soon Manjusri would arrive with Nezha’s brother Jinzha, capable of killing the four adversaries, leaving only Li Xingba, destined to die at Muzha’s hands.

But today, Nezha enjoyed the battle, yet half the day passed with no help arriving, making him feel uneasy.

Seeing the Earth Splitting Pearl coming face on, knowing the four enemies were formidable, their physical forms weaker but wielding equally potent Daoist Skills.

Hiding his strength further might lead to a fatal mistake.

"Bring it all on!"

Nezha roared, his Wind Fire Wheels beneath him erupting with Burning Sky Purple Flames, shaking sky and sea like a boiling cauldron, eight arms spreading like a green lotus in full chaos.

He wielded two Fire-tipped Spears with his hands, Chaos Sky Silk, Qiankun Ring, and a magic sword, and threw his Golden Brick into the sky, flooding it with golden light, too bright for eyes to bear.

Wang Mo, closest, went blind instantaneously, trying to calculate the brick’s path, he held his sword to block but got caught by Nezha’s Fire-tipped Spear.

"Wang Mo! You’re dead!"

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