Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 291 - 286: Battle of Quasi-Saint

Chapter 291: Chapter 286: Battle of Quasi-Saint

Ran Deng instantly crossed thousands of rivers and mountains, passing through the ancient battlefield, the great marsh, and a misty rain-filled area, arriving at an open field filled with the fragrances of flowers and the calls of birds.

But just as he landed, the sunlight was obscured.

Ran Deng instinctively looked up and saw a massive handprint covering the sky.

The winds and clouds trembled because of it, the earth shattered, and all things were annihilated!

Under the handprint, all of Ran Deng’s belongings shivered, then knelt to the ground and died.

Ran Deng sighed.

"Alas, pitiful and lamentable, the fault is mine."

He chanted a spell, closed his eyes, and made a hand sign with his right hand.

Compared to the giant hand in the sky, Ran Deng was as insignificant as an ant.

In the next moment, the massive hand fell, landing on the ground, on Ran Deng’s head.

From the space between the hand and the ground came a continuous ’thunderstorm’ sound, which was actually the sound of space constantly breaking and then repairing itself.

After a long time, the land finally returned to tranquility.

Zhao Gongming stood in the air, emotionlessly looking down at the ground where a handprint had carved out a ravine stretching hundreds of miles.

The earth shattered, lava spurted out, thick smoke billowed everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur.

At this moment, there was no sign of life in the handprint, but Zhao Gongming continued to look until, after a long while, Ran Deng pushed away the rubble and walked out of the ruins, only slightly soiled at the edges of his robe, showing no sign of embarrassment.

He sighed again, "Alas, my friend, why bring harm to the innocent in our duel?"

Zhao Gongming snorted coldly, "Ran Deng, stop pretending. I remember thousands of years ago, you were more bloodthirsty than I, how is it that now you’ve cultivated Buddhism, yet ended up with a false mercy?"

"Mercy knows no falsehood."

"Ironically, I didn’t come here to argue with you. If you don’t strike now, you’ll die here today."

Ran Deng looked up and said, "If not for the Holy Artifact in your hand, do you really think I am inferior to you? The Daoist skills of our Chan Sect are unparalleled, how could you compare?"

Zhao Gongming was not angered but smiled mockingly, "You’re still arguing. If you dare to say this to me here, have the guts to follow me to Biyou Palace and tell the Sect Leader. Let him teach you whether our Jie Sect’s Daoist skills are superior to your Chan Sect’s Dao attainments."

Ran Deng laughed, "If I truly went to Biyou Palace and saw the Tongtian Sect Leader, it’s likely he wouldn’t punish me but would first confine you."

Zhao Gongming said no more, and behind him appeared the vision of twenty-four heavens.

"Alas, you from Jie Sect are always like this, when you can’t win an argument, you resort to violence. Brother Gongming, while the Holy Artifact is powerful, each has its own characteristics. The Sea Calming Pearl manifests twenty-four heavens, containing twenty-four worlds, integrating offense and defense with endless subtlety. But it’s not a Holy Artifact specialized in killing. I’m at least a Quasi-Saint, if I can’t win, at least I can escape."

Though he said this, Ran Deng was actually becoming agitated because he could run, but Zhao Gongming’s escape skills were not lacking either, and with the augmentation of the Holy Artifact, his strength had greatly increased. In the end, even in fleeing, he couldn’t outrun him.

But to really fight.

"I hold the Divine Enthronement under the Sect Hierarch’s command, how could I perish here, and have my soul return to the Investiture of the Gods? I’ve also looked at the Hong Jun Jade Scroll left by the ancestor, the Heavenly Dao should not be written like this. Could I truly have misjudged, and as Master Taiyi said, long have I should have killed Nezha to set things right?"

He calculated again with his fingers, finding that the vitality here was three tenths smaller than when he had calculated a few days ago. He couldn’t help but feel disheartened, wondering what had happened recently.

It was just Taiyi encouraging Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao to kill Nezha, but had they not succeeded and were instead implicated?

Ran Deng couldn’t understand how this connected to today’s events. Was his life really tied to their fate?

These two, though highly advanced in their stages, were Taiyi Golden Immortals, but in his eyes, Taiyi Golden Immortals ultimately weren’t much. Moreover, they were only at the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, barely ranking among Taiyi Golden Immortals under the sky.

At this moment, the light of the Sea Calming Pearl pressed down.

Ran Deng did not immediately leave. A brilliant golden light surged around him, emanating a faint divine pressure, faintly contending with the light of the Sea Calming Pearl!

He looked up, feeling the omnipresent Saint’s pressure, thinking that if he didn’t know better, he would have thought Zhao Gongming had become a Saint.

"Indeed, Saints are invincible."

With each word, blood trickled from the corner of Ran Deng’s mouth.

But his expression remained calm and indifferent.

In the next second, his body exploded into a cloud of blood.

This blood mist spread in all directions, and then each drop of blood reformed into a new body, gathering and dispersing without revealing his Primordial Spirit in the process.

In an instant, the world was filled with 18,600 Ran Dengs. All of them looked at Zhao Gongming, solemn and stern, shouting in unison, "Put down the butcher’s knife, become a Buddha instantly."

"Truly... insane!"

Fear flashed in Zhao Gongming’s eyes, his expression also becoming serious.

But he simply activated the Sea Calming Pearl.

The power of the twenty-four heavens surged, freezing all the Ran Dengs in an instant. Then Zhao Gongming raised his Divine Whip, striking 18,600 times in an instant.

In a heartbeat, the world was filled with 18,600 clouds of blood mist.

All the blood mist gathered into one, and in the end, there was only one unscathed Ran Deng left in the world.

Zhao Gongming rubbed his head and laughed, "You are really hard to kill, my friend."