Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 236: All Four Saints Fall!

Chapter 236: Chapter 236: All Four Saints Fall!

"Ah——"

"Wang Mo!" The remaining three of the Four Saints of Nine Dragon Island shuddered upon hearing Wang Mo’s scream.

As soon as the Golden Brick fell, it instantly smashed Wang Mo’s brains, causing him to die on the spot.

Wang Mo’s Primordial Spirit flew out, drifting aimlessly towards the horizon, only to be ushered into the Enfeoffment Platform by Qingfushen Bai Jian with the Hundred Spirit Banner.

Yang Sen, his wrath flaring to the heavens, raised his sword and charged. On the other side, Huang Feihu rode the Five-colored Divine Bull to intercept him.

The so-called Grand Marshal of the Nation, just a mere mortal—since when had Yang Sen ever taken him seriously? He raised his sword to cleave Huang Feihu in two.

Yet, unbeknownst to him, though Huang Feihu could not cultivate, his physical strength was innately formidable, surpassing even some of the cultivators of the Golden Core Realm. Moreover, his martial prowess outstripped Yang Sen, who had been cultivating abroad for years, thereby blocking all of Yang Sen’s attacks.

Having been impeded by a mortal, Yang Sen grew even more incensed.

Devoid of magic spells, his sword enacted a slanting thrust, followed by a swift slice, then a backward stab.

No Sword Qi dominated the air, nor did any cold gleams dazzle the eyes.

The tip of his sword emitted a half-inch of blue light, breaking through all of Huang Feihu’s moves.

From afar atop the walls of Xiqi City, several of King Wen Ji Chang’s sons watched the battle, among them notable swordsmen.

Witnessing the sword techniques in Yang Sen’s hands, all of them turned deathly pale, faces ashen.

One of them, Ji Shuxuan—the ninety-fifth son of Ji Chang, known for his proficiency with the Mystic Bird Blood Tears Sword and acclaimed as the sword champion of Xiqi in his youth—watched Yang Sen’s swordplay, finding it harmoniously enthralling at first, becoming captivated by his Sword Intent.

But when Yang Sen executed the backward stab, his Sword Intent abruptly shifted, causing Ji Shuxuan to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Ninety-fifth brother, what’s wrong?"

Bo Yikao’s concern showed, while Ji Fa, enraptured by the battlefield, failed to notice.

Ji Shuxuan, his shoulders trembling, did not hear Bo Yikao’s words, murmuring to himself, "So... all the thirty-six thousand sword forms we bowed to before our ancestral master are but mere scraps!"

Yang Sen, oblivious that the sword forms he had casually comprehended over millennia of cultivation had caused such despair in Xiqi’s aspiring swordsmanship prodigy, focused only on killing Huang Feihu.

In the blink of an eye, Huang Feihu’s defeat became apparent.

Once on the battlefield, one must be prepared for death. Nezha, already occupied after slaying Wang Mo and engaging Gao Youqian and Li Xingba, couldn’t spare the time to assist him.

Yang Sen’s swordsmanship was unparalleled, but Gao Youqian and Li Xingba were no less powerful.

They discovered that Nezha, with three heads and eight arms wielding dual Fire-tipped Spears, complemented by the Dao Sword, Chaos Sky Silk, and Qiankun Ring, maintained an impenetrable offense and defense.

The two of them collectively could only barely withstand Nezha’s assault.

"Dare to mock us for lacking magical spells and treasures?"

Li Xingba growled, a mist of miasma emerging from his robes, enshrouding him as he placed incense into the ground.

"Three Corpses Enchanting Smoke! Nezha, beware!" Jiang Ziya, well-versed from his years at Yuxu Palace, recognized it.

Nearby, Wu Ji asked, "Master, what is Three Corpses Enchanting Smoke?"

"It is a Taoist Forbidden Technique, refined from the corpses of Peng Ju, Peng Zhi, and Peng Jue, incense that evokes greed, anger, and ignorance—most insidious!"

Nezha, enshrouded by the smoke, was attacked by Li Xingba, while Huang Feihu’s life hung by a thread in his battle with Yang Sen.

At that moment, a cannon blast resonated from within Xiqi City, and a young bald-headed general with a silver crown, silver armor, and white horse burst forward.

This was Huang Feihu’s fourth son, Huang Tianxiang.

Huang Tianxiang charged to the front lines, confronting Yang Sen. His majestic presence inspired courage, his spear techniques relentless.

Despite his youth and mortal status, his martial prowess seemed divinely endowed; with a lateral spear thrust, he dismounted the Golden Immortal Realm Yang Sen from his Suan Ni.

Momentarily careless, Yang Sen received a deep leg wound, both astonished and enraged.

"You impudent brat, you dare to ambush me!"

"I’ll take your life!" Huang Tianxiang challenged, spurring his horse.

"Such arrogance!"

Yang Sen waved his sleeve over his leg wound, halting the blood. Seeing the opportunity, Jiang Ziya, assessing the situation yelled, "Huang Tianxiang, I’ll assist you!"

He summoned the God-beating Whip, granted by Yuanshi Tianzun, which momentarily stilled the air.

The whip, inscribed with eighty-four talismans, ignited consecutively like stars, glowed with a cold, aged bamboo hue.

The soldiers of Xiqi felt a sudden lift, as though a colossal weight had been removed from their backs.

Unseen, the Investiture of the Gods’ phantom echoed with the whip, its resonance visible in Jiang Ziya’s white hair fluttering against the backdrop of the Shang Army’s banners, lowered by half a foot.

Yang Sen, ready to suppress Huang Tianxiang with Golden Immortal techniques, felt an ominous premonition at Jiang Ziya’s call. Only when seeing the God-beating Whip did he realize why.

Gulping down hard, his eyes fixed on the whip, sweat soaked his collar.

According to the Heavenly Dao, Yang Sen’s name was fated to be inscribed on the Investiture of the Gods. The God-beating Whip’s strike found its mark, causing his brain to splatter, and his Primordial Spirit ascended to the Enfeoffment Platform.

Two of the Four Saints of Nine Dragon Island perished instantly. Nezha, still in the smoke, barely protected by the Seven-colored Miao Tree, engaged Gao Youqian.

Li Xingba’s sword attack flew towards Nezha, but he responded with the Chaos Sky Silk, which fell as fiery clusters, binding Li Xingba.

Yet, Li Xingba transformed into a clay figure, crumbling to bits before reappearing nearby.

This surprised Nezha, but his overwhelming power already tilted the scales.

"You are no match for me, the battle is decided!"

Nezha’s dual spears pinned Gao Youqian, releasing Sword Qi through his Magic Sword, forming a lightning storm to repel Gao Youqian.

Blue mist from Nezha manifested into a hiltless flying sword, beheading Li Xingba from his Suan Ni, his Primordial Spirit ascending to the Enfeoffment Platform.

Gao Youqian, seeing his comrades fallen, trembled but could not escape as Nezha’s spears blocked all routes.

Nezha’s formidable physique emitted a golden aura, a mist enveloping him in an ethereal sheen.

With three heads and eight arms, draped in red silk, he resembled a war god, rallying the hearts of Xiqi while terrifying Chengtang’s army!

After one hundred and eight fierce exchanges, exhausted and overwhelmed, Gao Youqian was finally slain by Nezha, his Primordial Spirit sent to the Enfeoffment Platform.

All four Taoists dead, a brief silence ensued before Xiqi’s war drums resumed beating.

The gates opened as Jiang Ziya’s armored soldiers poured out.

Heavy cavalry from both flanks charged into the Chengtang formation.

Though Lu Xiong despaired, he knew retreat meant Xiqi’s victory and ordered his troops to make a last stand.

But in matters of military strategy, he was no match for Jiang Ziya.

Jiang Ziya commanded his forces with seasoned precision. Following the cavalry were three thousand elite heavy infantry with flamed heads and burnished two-man pikes.

The main forces comprised five thousand archers.

Drawing arrows within a hundred paces, three volleys decimated the approaching Chengtang forces before the archers withdrew.

Two thousand infantry followed, bearing rattan shields and short swords for close combat.

When the armies clashed, bone-crushing impacts overshadowed the thunderous battle cries.

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