Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 256: Kill Again!

Chapter 256: Chapter 256: Kill Again!

The red light had not yet faded when a sword qi of unparalleled sharpness cleaved down, instantly splitting the entire Star Pick Building in half!

With that sword strike, the whole building began to tilt westward. The nine-layered glazed tiles on the roof shattered one after another, splintering into hundreds of sharp-edged shards that resembled a downpour of scalding crystal in the noonday sun.

In a chain reaction, the twelve massive nanmu pillars began to explode sequentially from the base. The beams, once carved with astrological images, collided mid-air, scattering splinters that formed tiny golden whirlwinds amidst the dust clouds.

The Bronze Sky Gazer smashed through three floors before crashing to the ground, creating a web of cracks in the white jade base.

The hundred-year-old agarwood stored within was whipped up into the air by the shockwave, mixing with the gray-yellow dust from the crumbling stone bricks to form a towering mushroom cloud.

The entire Zhaoge City witnessed this apocalyptic scene clearly.

Ji Zi, not far away, widened his eyes and cried out after a long pause, "Your Majesty!!!"

...

"My dear wife!"

King Zhou was both shocked and furious, having no idea what had happened. He felt as if the very world was turning upside down, the ground beneath him unsteady, and the world before him seemed on the verge of destruction.

By the time he reacted, everything around had returned to a deathly calm. However, the entire area was filled with swirling dust and flames, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

In the face of imminent danger, Daji could no longer hide her mana. Angered, she used her demonic power to shield King Zhou, preventing him from being harmed by falling debris.

"Your Majesty, I’m here." Daji quickly ran over.

"As long as you’re safe, my dear wife!"

King Zhou hugged Daji, then pulled a long knife from the body of a fallen guard nearby and, with a single stroke, cleaved through a beam weighing several thousand pounds that had fallen from above!

He muttered, "This is indeed... a calamity from heaven! How did Chong Houhu supervise the construction of the Star Pick Building? It almost killed me; he truly deserved death!"

"Facing death, you can still utter such foolish words. Yin Shou, you truly deserve this day."

"Who’s there!" Yin Shou shouted in rage, pointing his long knife forward.

He was a natural-born warrior. Though years of indulgence in wine and women had dulled his skills, the hairs standing on end in that moment assured him of the presence of a fatal threat.

The dust was torn apart by an invisible force.

The figure initially appeared like ink splashed in thick fog, its outline blurred by swirling dust.

Then, with a sudden explosion of green flame from the Wind Fire Wheels and the remnants of the Chaos Sky Silk churning up a vortex in the murky air, the figure of a young man became clear.

The Qiankun Ring wrapped around his wrist shattered dust particles into golden powder. The fire sparks ignited and extinguished his floating hair strands, casting a shifting glow that resembled a mask made of scattered stars on his jawline.

Sword-sharp eyebrows slanted into his temples, his lips were pressed into a straight line, and his icy, captivating black eyes.

Every silhouette was so sharp it could slice through twilight.

"Who are you?" King Zhou felt a trace of panic in his heart, raised his knife, and instinctively took a step back.

Nezha emerged from the dust, walking toward him, a cold smile on his face as he said, "Yin Shou, you should remember me. Last time, I failed to kill you. Today, let’s see who comes to save you!"

As the words fell, the western sky was already engulfed in dark clouds, heaving and surging.

Thunder rolled incessantly, and large patches of dense black clouds hung over the distant horizon, like a leaden curtain. Now it was expanding, appearing along the roof eaves, while the stifling air, shaken by the impending thunderstorm, began to tremble more noticeably.

Yin Shou remembered.

"Hahahahaha, so it’s you, assassin. Who did I think it was! I am the Son of Heaven! Heaven itself protects me. Who can kill me!"

His maniacal laughter mingled with the rolling thunder, making him seem demonic!

Unlike last time, this time Nezha had not yet made a move when a brilliant bolt of lightning fell upon him, only to be diverted by a tall iron spike, striking askew to the side.

Nezha raised his head, looked at the empty sky, and sneered, "Impatient, are we? Then bring it on!"

Before the thunder fell, a flash of blade light appeared!

It was Daji, wielding dual knives as she flew in, slashing out a series of blade lights before Nezha.

"My beauty, be careful!"

At this sight, Yin Shou was dumbfounded, seeing his usually delicate empress rush out.

He also sensed something unusual, but in such a critical moment, he had no time to think.

"Great King, run!"

Daji was anxious. If she hadn’t seen that the current Nezha was exceptionally formidable and that his intent to kill King Zhou seemed irrepressible, she wouldn’t have risked attacking.

But as her blade slashed through, she saw Nezha’s eyes.

In those brilliant eyes, there was no emotion. He did not even glance at her blade, his gaze fixed solely on her eyes.

Daji, feeling increasingly flustered under those deep black eyes, grew even more furious, her blade streaking toward Nezha’s neck.

Nezha stood his ground without dodging, simply extending his hand.

With a flick of his finger, Daji’s treasured blade shattered into pieces!

Seeing this, Yin Shou could no longer worry about Daji, turning to flee. Before Nezha could strike him down, eight bolts of thunder descended from the sky!

"Be careful, it’s the Void Soul Refining Tribulation!" Zi Chen’s voice echoed in Nezha’s ears, though he seemed unconcerned.

He focused solely on King Zhou. His Primordial Spirit, sword in hand, pierced through King Zhou’s Mud Ball Palace and then returned to his body just as the thunderbolts began to fall.

The ferocious lightning roared through Nezha’s body, each of his three thousand hairs stood on end, even the Chaos Sky Silk crackled with blue-purple electric arcs, transforming into a porcupine-like state.

"Ah—"

Daji let out a pained scream as Nezha, struck by lightning, still held her wrist firmly.

Though not directly hit by the lightning, the residual force nearly destroyed her entire being!

Feeling her own scorched meridians and flesh, Daji’s eyes filled with rage.

Nezha, bearing the brunt of the tribulation, also bled from the mouth but chuckled, "Wicked fox, did you think you could escape retribution for your misdeeds?"

"Spare me! Spare my life! I’ll do anything you want. I can sleep with you, dance for you naked!"

She was met only with Nezha’s cold gaze.

Daji understood.

The person before her was not one to be moved by beauty, at least not by her beauty.

She quickly changed her strategy, "I came to Zhaoge not by my own will but under the orders of the great goddess Nuwa. Dare you kill me, aren’t you afraid of incurring Nuwa’s wrath?"

"Your evil is boundless. If there is Heavenly Dao in this world, then killing you aligns with it! Anywhere I contest this, I am justified! Clearly, the great goddess Nuwa’s judgment was flawed."

Nezha no longer wasted words. Seeing another bolt of thunder approach, he hurled Daji skyward. Her frail body was instantly reduced to ashes by the thunder!

Pitiful, the Demon Queen who wreaked havoc on the world, the renowned beauty, died so simply.

Yet the thunderclouds did not disperse. Instead, the violent Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi formed a vast, black vortex in mid-air.

Nezha frowned slightly, pondering why, if King Zhou and Daji were dead, the tribulation still lingered, wasting its power. Did it truly aim to strike him dead?

With this thought, he turned to verify King Zhou’s body, but another lightning bolt descended, far more powerful than any Golden Immortal Heavenly Tribulation he had faced!

Feeling a premonition, Nezha roared, shook the earth, his energy and blood boiling as he punched toward the lightning.

"Break!"

Thud, thud, thud!

Nezha took three steps back, each step causing the entire Imperial Palace to tremble.

Blood trickled more fiercely from the corner of his mouth.

Yet the fire in his eyes blazed even more intensely.

"Do not be reckless. Whether King Zhou lives or dies is none of your concern. You are wounded by the Dao, even with Immortal Pills and Spiritual Medicine, recovery is nearly impossible!"

Hearing Zi Chen’s anxious voice, Nezha’s fighting spirit flared brighter. He said, "So, you mean King Zhou isn’t dead yet?"

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