Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 495 - 437: Sun Wukong Stirs the Waters to Catch Fish, Provoking Conflict_2

Chapter 495: Chapter 437: Sun Wukong Stirs the Waters to Catch Fish, Provoking Conflict_2

The Leader of the Tongtian Sect also showed interest, as Wang Yang not only caused the Western Direction to lose its greatest advantage but even reduced the functionality of the descent.

Clearly, Wang Yang was a significant variable, and naturally, the Leader of the Tongtian Sect cared about his thoughts.

"I have a method that can make them fight against each other, and we can reap the benefits like fishermen," he said.

Wang Yang smiled, then shared his method.

After he finished, a knowing smile appeared on the face of the Leader of the Tongtian Sect, and Nuwa also felt the plan was indeed feasible, although somewhat sinister.

Momentarily, Nuwa’s gaze towards Wang Yang became cautious, filled with some worry and relief, just thankful they had formed an alliance with the Cutting Teachings Sect.

In the western part of Beiju Luzhou, Zhun Ti and Jieyin were discussing the grand battle of the Various Sects along with All Buddhas.

At that moment, an Arhat reported that Nezha, the Great God of the Three Altars of the Sea, was challenging them outside, brazenly stating that anyone from the Western Direction of the Taiyi Tier could come forth.

"Brother, why is this Nezha so arrogant? Let the Eight Divisions of Divine Protectors go out to battle and harvest the fate of the Expounding Teachings Sect first," said Zhun Ti to Jieyin, noting that the various sects had just gathered in Beiju Luzhou and were preparing, only to be challenged so rudely.

"Yes, but let’s not send the Eight Divisions. Instead, send the Eighteen Arhats. Securing the first share of fate, our Western Direction will definitely take it into our fold!" said Jieyin.

Jieyin thought no further, considering Nezha a minor character bringing them fate.

Soon, the Eighteen Arhats appeared outside the Great Formation.

Nezha, wielding his Fire-tipped Spear and stepping on the Wind-Fire Wheels, with the Heaven-Mixing Sash wound around him, faced the Eighteen Arhats alone, a formidable sight!

However, the bitterness of this stand was known only to Nezha himself. Pointing at the Eighteen Arhats with his Fire-tipped Spear, Nezha shouted, "Shameless bald donkeys, eighteen against one, is this the honor of Buddhism?"

"Have you shaved your heads along with your honor?"

"Seeking death!"

The Tiger Taming Arhat immediately rushed forward, summoning a treasure that transformed into the Dragon Soul, seeking to swallow Nezha whole.

"Good come!"

The Qiankun Ring, expandable or contractible with the wind, suddenly shrink as the Dragon Soul entered, capturing it within the ring.

"With just this Dragon Soul, I can fight ten!"

Nezha stood at the entrance of Buddhism, as arrogant as ever.

Even in front of the Eighteen Arhats, he brazenly killed the Dragon Soul right then and there, disappearing it completely into smoke and ashes.

"Anyone else dare to challenge? We of the Expounding Teachings Sect see the followers of Buddhism as mere ants. If you don’t surrender quickly, there won’t be Taiyi left under Buddhism!"

"Young thief, take this!"

Subduing Dragons and Tigers launched a Dragon Soul, with the rest of the Arhats exerting their force together.

With the Dragon Soul gone, the Tiger Taming Arhat charged forward; the eighteen mainly relied on their physical bodies, each cultivating the Buddhism’s Six-foot Golden Body. If they could get close, they were sure to subdue Nezha.

Seeing so many rushing at him, a sharp gleam crossed Nezha’s eyes. With a flick of his Fire-tipped Spear, he first sent the Dragon Soul flying.

After all, it was for drawing the sinews of the Third Prince that Nezha had originally gotten into trouble; a mere Dragon Soul was nothing to him.

As for the many coming up behind, Nezha wasn’t a fool; riding his Wind-Fire Wheels, he quickly made his escape.

"Where are you going!"

"Weren’t you here to challenge? Why run!"

"Don’t run!"

From behind, amidst cursing, the Eighteen Arhats chased after him. But indeed, the speed of Nezha’s Wind-Fire Wheels was unrivaled, and they had no chance of catching up at the moment.

"Nezha, since you’re here, you might as well stay," one said.

A dark figure flashed by, directly blocking Nezha’s path.

Nezha stopped, facing the obstruction.

It was Garuda, from among the Eight Divisions of Buddhism, and it was not just any Garuda, but the clan chief himself, a true Taiyi Golden Immortal at his peak.

"Well, if you won’t let me leave, young master here will join you in your game," said Nezha.

Seeing the Eighteen Arhats about to catch up, Nezha decided not to flee any longer.

Transforming into a form with three heads and six arms, one hand held the Qiankun Ring, another the Heaven-Mixing Ribbon, with each of the Wind-Fire Wheels held in two hands, and the remaining two hands wielded the Fire-tipped Spear.

The radiant Nezha didn’t confront Garuda directly but turned and charged toward the Eighteen Arhats.

The Arhats had yet to form their line; they were instantly entangled by Nezha, suffering heavily.

These Arhats, aside from Subduing Dragons and Tigers, were just ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortals; how could they stand against Nezha?

Within just a few exchanges, several Arhats were struck from the clouds, losing their capability to fight.

"You dare!"

Seeing the situation turning dire, Garuda moved to intervene.

"He truly dares!"

A Three-pointed Double-edged Blade flew out, stopping Garuda in his tracks, daring not to make any rash moves.

Garuda, who wanted to stop Nezha, suddenly stood still as the Judicial Celestial God Yang Jian

stood before him.

A Three-pointed Double-edged Blade was held in Yang Jian’s hand, ready to strike down Garuda if he made the slightest move.

Yet, Yang Jian did not strike immediately. Although Garuda was merely at the peak of Taiyi, which was significantly lower than Yang Jian’s Pinnacle of Great Luo, Garuda’s speed was not inferior to that of Great Luo.

Moreover, Yang Jian’s intervention would inevitably provoke the Great Luo of Buddhism to act.

That would escalate things significantly.

On another battlefield, Nezha rampaged unchecked, leaving the Eighteen Arhats unable to maintain their form.

Even now, of the eighteen Arhats, only about ten could still continue.

"Yang Jian, does your Expounding Teachings Sect really want to settle scores with our Buddhism?"

Garuda grew anxious internally, seeing how the situation was deteriorating; if things continued this way, the Eighteen Arhats would be completely left behind.

The grand battle of the Various Sects had not even started yet, and the Eighteen Arhats were already faring poorly.

This was not just about losing eighteen Taiyi Golden Immortals, but it was also a matter of face for Buddhism.