Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 93: The Five-Colored Stone Demonstrates Its Power, Sword Talisman Slays the Demon Lord

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: The Five-Colored Stone Demonstrates Its Power, Sword Talisman Slays the Demon Lord

So Bai Mushuang’s punch solidly hit the monk’s robe on his chest, emitting a muffled sound, energy swirling, causing Wu Xiang Monk to frown, his face turning from white to green, then from green to red, and finally even whiter.

Yet Wu Xiang Monk still did not open his eyes; he sat cross-legged in place and threw out his prayer beads, which whistled through the air towards the direction of the attack, at an astonishing speed, but his timing for the counterattack had been delayed too long.

"Immovable Ming King? Heh, thousands of years have passed, and I didn’t expect someone still cultivates such a foolish skill of enduring hits."

Surprised that his punch didn’t kill the monk, Bai Mushuang’s face revealed a hint of chilliness, and in just a dozen breaths, he had landed dozens of punches on the major vital points around Wu Xiang Monk.

Wu Xiang Monk, head lowered and chanting sutras, furrowed his brow even more tightly. His prayer beads, being a magic treasure of the Buddhist sect, moved even faster than Bai Mushuang, yet the timing was always slightly off, never hitting the opponent once.

"Don’t be fooled by his smile; this Bai Mushuang might be even more anxious. Although I don’t know where this monk comes from, he is certainly not too foolish. The prayer beads have progressively caught up to the hem of Bai Mushuang’s robe. As long as it hits him before Bai Mushuang kills him, even just once, Bai Mushuang will lose."

Nezha sighed, observing that ordinary cultivators, if not protected by the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill like Yang Jian, or a robust physique tempered by a Supreme Golden Core, still relied on Mystic Skills and Magic Treasures.

Deng Chanyu, young yet widely experienced, said, "If it’s no different from mundane weapons of the mortal world, then what’s the point of calling it a magic treasure? Are you going to take action?"

Nezha nodded and smiled, "Actually, it’s still not a good opportunity now, but I don’t know why, seeing this unknown monk constantly taking hits is somewhat unsettling in my heart."

"You should endure it a bit longer, Bai Mushuang’s speed has slowed down from before."

"I always do what I want."

After saying this, Nezha stepped forward, and Bai Mushuang, who had been distracted, instantly noticed him.

Just as the Chaos Sky Silk unfolded, like thousands of flaring flames falling covering the sky and leaving nowhere to hide, Bai Mushuang, like a fish, slipped through a gap in the Chaos Sky Silk.

He picked up an iron hook from the ground, flashed forward, and aimed at Nezha’s neck. Nezha, with the Seven-star Treasure Sword protecting him, clashed with him in a flurry of sounds.

"Your Swordsmanship has too many openings!"

In less than ten exchanges, Bai Mushuang sidestepped while simultaneously drawing Wu Xiang’s prayer beads flying towards Nezha’s face, and hooked the iron hook towards Nezha’s neck.

If Nezha dodged the prayer beads, he could never avoid the hook; if he avoided the hook, he could definitely not dodge the prayer beads. Either way, it was a no-win situation.

At this point in the battle, Nezha felt chilled. Previously as a bystander, seeing Bai Mushuang fighting like a tiger amongst the disciples on Purple Dragon Island, he only felt that Bai Mushuang used his robust body, but now directly confronting him, Nezha knew Bai Mushuang’s body couldn’t suppress him, but his unique moves were endless.

With mixed feelings in his heart, Nezha pointed in the air toward the iron hook in Bai Mushuang’s hand and shouted, "If not now, then when?"

Startled, Bai Mushuang saw a sword light cleaving towards him. He supported himself on the ground with his hands and moved sideways by three feet, but before he could stabilize, the light became brighter and his vision blurred.

He only felt pain on his face, with blood on both his nose and mouth, and he rapidly retreated, pulling a distance of several yards before he could barely open his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the Qiankun Ring was already in front of him, and it was too late to dodge; one shoulder was deeply dented.

This was the first time Bai Mushuang was injured.

He thought about what unseen Mystic Skill Nezha might have, so even though the Treasure Falling Skill struck his iron hook, he was not overly surprised.

But that dazzling brilliant light just now?

Thinking of this, his face still hurting and blood still trickling from his nose.

He looked towards the ordinary yet unnoticed young mortal girl nearby, furrowing his eyebrow, and asked, "Five-Colored Stone? Bold girl, then I’ll kill you first!"

"Come if you dare, I’m not afraid of you, come and I’ll beat you until your face is askew!"

Deng Chanyu was not one to take verbal slights lying down, but when Bai Mushuang rushed at her, her vision blurred, and she only felt a gust of wind.

It was Nezha who dashed out from the side and clashed with Bai Mushuang.

By now, Bai Mushuang was somewhat shocked; although his skills were more proficient and his experience richer, the physical strength of Nezha, who was only at the God Absorption Realm, was even superior to his!

Every time they clashed, a painful sensation like bruises would transmit up their wrists. If they hadn’t used their skills to divert force, their arms would have already broken.

"A fine body indeed, how wonderful. After I extinguish your Primordial Spirit, I will reincarnate with your body!"

Hearing Bai Mushuang’s arrogant words, Nezha, striking continuously, coldly responded: "You really think you can escape alive? Even without us, there are countless experts from the Three Teachings outside. With your current condition, you’re far from returning to your peak."

"Hahahaha, little ghost, thanks for your concern. Once I hide in that micro-world, I will permanently close its entrance! Return to my peak? Jie jie jie, do you think the power of a Quasi-Saint can create an entire world? I’ve already grasped the true essence of becoming a Saint, and once I fully recover, there will be one more Saint in this world. Then, in the Nine Heavens and on earth, where can’t I go?"

"Die!"

Bai Mushuang yelled loudly, his elbow violently smashing down. His eyes were filled with ferocity and brutality, making Nezha’s heart shudder slightly, though he made no move to dodge and let the elbow fall on his shoulder.

Bai Mushuang slightly frowned seeing this, but it was too late to pull back his attack. Thus, the heavy blow struck solidly onto Nezha’s shoulder.

With a thud,

Nezha was not only unharmed but even managed to wrap his arms around Bai Mushuang’s waist, grinning with bloodied teeth, "Now you can’t escape."

People around tightened their eyes at the sight. Gu Jianqing, who had regained some ability to move, still lay on the ground, pretending to be incapacitated.

Watching Nezha wrestle with the Demon Lord using Lan Yue’s body, and seeing that Nezha didn’t even try to avoid the blow, he inwardly cursed him for being a fool.

However strong your body, a strike like that to the carotid artery means losing consciousness instantly even if it doesn’t wound.

Yet immediately, he saw Nezha not only remain unaffected but also clutched the Demon Lord at the waist, recalling the Dao robe Heavenly Venerate had given him outside the hall, which was also a Magic Treasure.

He also thought of the two unused sword talismans Nezha wore and the Qiankun Ring and Chaos Sky Silk he used previously, feeling a sudden shock realizing Nezha as a disciple of the Chan Sect really had many treasures.

Taken hold by Nezha’s Dragon-like strong body, even the Demon Lord felt a chill, unable to break free.

Bai Mushuang hardened his heart, ready to burn his Primordial Spirit to fight with Nezha!

Although this action grave damage, if failed, he’d almost certainly die, but still barriers of immortality persist. As long as he could annihilate Nezha’s Primordial Spirit with this strike, and then with a supreme mystical technique of Transplantation take over this body, not only would his life be saved, but he’d also own all the treasures and the rare treasure body.

But just as he started to burn his Primordial Spirit, gathering a wisp of Primordial Spirit Power, everything blurred before him, and a fist-sized rock hit his face, shattering it, and his head reeled, the wisp of Primordial Spirit Power also dissipating without a trace.

Bai Mushuang roared in pain.

A millennium of patience wasted by a few young whelps!

He angrily opened his mouth, attempting to tear the flesh from Nezha’s body.

"Try dying for me."

The vast hall thundered once more!

Nezha stomped his right foot onto the ground, drawing power from earth and ferociously slammed his entire body into the ground, smashing half of his body into blood and mud!

Lan Yue’s head burst open, a very weak Primordial Spirit leaped out from the Mud Ball Palace, burning continuously, appearing like a painfully screaming little person.

Nezha dared not be careless, and he used another sword talisman that slashed down, a fierce and deadly Sword Intent flourishing at the spot.

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