Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 94 Should Good People Be Held at Gunpoint?

Chapter 94: Chapter 94 Should Good People Be Held at Gunpoint?

Not until the trace of Sword Intent in the sky dissipated like smoke and clouds did the hearts of the onlookers slowly settle down.

Nezha kicked the broken body of Lan Yue on the ground; the corpse was already dry and desiccated, nearly half of it blasted apart, yet scarcely any blood flowed out. Instead, many spore-like dust particles were stirred up.

At this time, Master Wu Xiang put away his copper bowl and prayer beads, and slowly walked over. He lowered his eyes and ears, showing a face of compassion.

Previously, Bai Mushuang had used him as a punching bag for quite some time; if not for the fact that the Immovable Ming King Skill he practiced was indeed formidable, by now all his bones might have been crushed into dust. Yet, he was still here, chanting the Rebirth Mantra for the souls of these two.

However, this Rebirth Mantra was different from any Nezha had heard before. Scratching his head, Nezha asked, "Master truly has the heart of a bodhisattva, but whether it’s Lan Yue or Bai Mushuang, their Primordial Spirits are already turned to ashes, there’s no way for them to be reborn now, is there?"

Master Wu Xiang shook his head and sighed, "Young benefactor, your words miss the mark. A person’s existence is not just about the Primordial Spirit and the flesh."

Hearing this, Nezha was curious and wanted to ask more, but at that moment, Gu Jianqing got up from the ground, performed a bow, and said, "This trip owes much to Master Wu Xiang and junior brother Nezha’s assistance. Otherwise, all of us from Purple Dragon Island might have perished at the hands of this demon."

Nezha was not familiar with Gu Jianqing and, though still on guard, couldn’t help but think to himself that Gu Jianqing seemed to be a graceful gentleman; it would be best if a confrontation could be avoided on this occasion.

Yet no sooner had this thought arisen than Gu Jianqing looked up and threw a Qing Yu ring from his hand. In the air, it shone with divine brilliance, shooting straight for Nezha’s forehead.

Seeing someone who should have exhausted all his Primordial Qi now using a Magic Treasure, what kind of person he was, and how he had earlier feigned depletion of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, collapsing in advance – it was clear to anyone present who cared to think about it.

Annoyed, Nezha’s Qiankun Ring rippled through the air as he confronted the Qing Yu ring head-on.

The Qiankun Ring was made of gold, and the Qing Yu ring was made of jade; when gold strikes jade, the latter shatters.

Gu Jianqing’s face changed, but Nezha, without saying another word, tucked away his Qiankun Ring and flung his Chaos Sky Silk. The big red silk covered the sky, entangling his hands and feet, forcing Gu Jianqing to retreat again and again.

"Junior brother Nezha, please don’t force me!"

Hearing this, Nezha, infuriated to the point of laughter, thought, ’You try to kill me, and when I strike back, it becomes me forcing you?’ So he pressed on even harder.

"Your shamelessness indeed far exceeds my imagination."

"Hold on, this is all just a misunderstanding, I was —"

As Gu Jianqing opened his mouth as if to explain, a green and gold Dao Sword shot out from beneath his tongue. It pierced through the Chaos Sky Silk, barely half an inch long when leaving his mouth, but it expanded to a length of over three meters upon meeting the wind, shining with golden light and filled with murderous intent.

Even though Nezha was wearing an unremarkable hemp garment gifted by Heavenly Venerate, he didn’t dare to take on this clearly immensely powerful Dao Sword head-on. Dodging it, he then enlarged his Qiankun Ring and threw it out, trapping the sword before shrinking it to keep it secure.

But Gu Jianqing’s sword was also a Magic Treasure given to him by Xiao Qi Perfected before leaving, not to be underestimated in power, and the Qiankun Ring couldn’t overpower it instantly.

Then Nezha made another move, and Gu Jianqing countered, Gu Jianqing attacked, and Nezha had a remedy. But as Nezha pressed more urgently, Gu Jianqing retreated even faster.

From the earlier fight with Bai Mushuang, Gu Jianqing understood that this youngster named Nezha was born with a treasure body, whose physical strength not even cultivators in the Golden Immortal Realm like Lan Yue could match; he definitely couldn’t engage in close combat with him.

And he has certainly not forgotten that Nezha holds a talisman sword given by Yu Ding, which, though its might is lesser than Yu Ding’s own blows, is after all a sword talisman personally drawn by a Taiyi Golden Immortal, more than sufficient to dispatch a mere cultivator of the Golden Core Realm.

"How could the eldest brother do this?"

The remaining disciples of Purple Dragon Island, watching their eldest brother, who had always been the most upright and fair in their everyday dealings, suddenly attack Nezha with unfathomably dirty and despicable tricks, were left staring agape in shock.

But surprise aside, secluded in the mountains as they may be, they were not naïve children in their teens. Now that they had taken action, they naturally sided with Gu Jianqing.

Once this was understood, those with hidden weapons used them, those skilled in martial arts took advantage of Gu Jianqing’s engagement with Nezha’s Magic Treasure to silently make their cruel move.

Yet before the hidden weapon users could make their throw, their vision blurred as a stone struck them in the face, rendering their eyes and mouth level. Before they could grasp what had happened, Deng Chanyu had appeared like a wraith at their side, and with a twirl of her twin blades, sliced off their head.

The little girl was no ordinary person; having seen heads rolling and blood flowing like rivers during the year-long siege of Sanshan Pass by Nanyue Hou E Shun and his army of 200,000, Deng Chanyu was already unfazed by such sights.

She kicked the severed head into the air as if playing shuttlecock, then with a horizontal kick sent it flying towards Gu Jianqing who was locked in a magical duel with Nezha.

"Missy here said she wouldn’t be a drag today."

Gu Jianqing dared to make his move because he was confident; the treasures bestowed on him by Daoist Xiao Qi might have been few, but among them were one or two extraordinary items. He thought that even Bai Mushuang would fall into his hands if he used them.

"It’s just a pity that this Demon Lord is overrated; Nezha and Wu Xiang couldn’t even kill one!"

He inwardly regretted, completely forgetting that without Wu Xiang Monk’s aid against Bai Mushuang, he would have already been dead.

Gu Jianqing was fully focused on his struggle with Nezha when he suddenly saw a dark sphere hurtling towards him, startling him. He sliced it into two with a sword strike, getting drenched in blood, only then realizing that it was nothing other than a junior brother’s head.

On Nezha’s side, seeing the Purple Dragon Island disciples charging at him, he let a cold sneer slip, thinking even Bai Mushuang fell at my hand, what are you lot in comparison!

He gripped the Seven-star Treasure Sword, ready to rush forward into the crowd, but before he could take a step, his sword-wielding wrist was seized by Wu Xiang Monk.

"Young benefactor, refrain from further slaughter."

This Wu Xiang Monk had a look of compassion, but in Nezha’s eyes, paired with his words, it only brought on a wave of nausea.

He said, "Master has misunderstood something. They are trying to kill me; I am only defending myself. Shouldn’t you be persuading them?"

"They cannot kill you, nor can I persuade them."

"Master is mistaken again. When people engage in a life-and-death battle, fortunes can change in the blink of an eye. I might be winning one moment, and the next, a slip could have me killed by someone else’s hand. How can it be that they cannot kill me?

Could it be that Master is waiting to recite the Rebirth Mantra a few times beside my corpse after I’m dead, to showcase your compassion?

Moreover, Master thinks they cannot be persuaded, but I can? Simply because they are more shameless? What kind of nonsensical reasoning is this—that the good must succumb to the barrel of a gun?"

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