Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 541 - 541 560 Father and Son at Odds

541: Chapter 560: Father and Son at Odds 541: Chapter 560: Father and Son at Odds “I can promise you,” said the Heavenly Emperor Ye, “as long as you kill Nezha, today’s matter will absolutely not be known to the outside world.

I will only announce to the public that Nezha has betrayed the Heavenly Court and was slain by my own hand.

What do you think?”

Ye Xuan whispered, his voice like that of a demon, causing Li Jing’s expression to waver uncertainly.

He looked deeply at Ye Xuan and said, “Heavenly Emperor Ye, I, Li Jing, am not a child of three.

Today, with the Group of Immortals present in the Heavenly Court and a hundred thousand surrendered soldiers behind me watching, if I truly kill Nezha, I’m afraid there will be no place for me in the Three Realms.”

As Li Jing’s words fell, a hint of scorn crossed the depths of Ye Xuan’s eyes, but his voice remained smooth, “So you fear too many watchful eyes?

Actually, this can be easily handled—just kill all these hundred thousand surrendered soldiers.”

Boom!

Suddenly, Ye Xuan’s smile vanished as Daluo Immortal Light rippled out, releasing an earth-shattering aura that instantly turned the hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers behind Li Jing to dust.

The blood mist that floated down from the sky rendered the area dead silent.

“Heavenly Emperor, you…?”

This scene caused the Golden Spirit Saint Mother, Shen Gongbao, and others to change their complexion dramatically; they never expected Ye Xuan to annihilate a hundred thousand soldiers with a mere wave of his hand.

“Since these hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers dared to betray the Heavenly Court with Li Jing and his son, there is no need to spare their lives,” Ye Xuan said heartlessly, treating it as a trivial matter, never intending to spare the lives of the surrendered soldiers.

In Ye Xuan’s principles, anyone who betrayed him had only one fate—death, without exception.

“Li Jing, I control the Thirty-Three Layered Heaven, and no one dares to defy my will.

Today, if you kill Nezha, you shall remain the Pagoda-Bearing King of the Heavenly Court, and this matter will absolutely not be known to the outside world.”

“I give you the time of ten breaths to make your decision.

If you do not decide by then, you will die right here.”

Ye Xuan smiled faintly and stepped away from Li Jing, which jolted Li Jing into sudden realization, and his eyes burned with extreme anger toward Ye Xuan.

“Ye Xuan, if you want to kill, then kill!

Today, even if I, Li Jing, die here, I will never compromise with you,” Li Jing declared nobly, his voice resonating lowly.

He quickly stepped in front of Nezha and helped his blood-soaked body to stand.

“Father!”

Nezha’s weak voice was full of emotion, his eyes touched by the fact Li Jing did not disappoint him.

No matter how strained their relationship had been in past years, they were still bound by blood.

How could they possibly slaughter each other?

“My child!”

A tear streamed from Li Jing’s eye as he cradled Nezha’s face in his hands, his body trembling involuntarily.

“Father, I misunderstood you in the past…

You…”

Suddenly, Nezha’s words came to an abrupt halt, his complexion turning deathly pale as he stared blankly at his kindly old father.

A shining dagger was stuck in his chest, stirring his heart.

“Nezha, don’t hate your father.

I didn’t want to do this, but if I don’t kill you, I will die too.

It’s better for one to die than for both of us, right?”

“My child, am I right?”

Li Jing murmured to himself, his kindly face gradually vanishing, replaced by a twisted and ferocious expression.

He held the sharp dagger firmly, stirring Nezha’s heart cruelly, as the profuse blood stained Nezha’s chest red.

This scene silenced the assembled immortals of the Heavenly Court; they looked at Li Jing with stunned expressions.

No one had expected that Li Jing, who had just now been ready to make a noble sacrifice without fear of death, could commit such a cruel act.

“Why…

why?”

Nezha’s complexion was as pale as if cast from golden paper, tears blurring his vision.

He never imagined Li Jing would be so heartless, so brutally striking at him under the death threat from Ye Xuan.

“Why?”

“The reason is simple, because only if you, this rebellious son, die can I live!”

With a sickening sound, Li Jing howled ferociously as he pulled the dagger from Nezha’s heart, the ghastly fresh blood staining his face, making him look fierce and terrifying at first glance.

With a stabbing sound, a ruthless and unfeeling blade pierced the heart, Li Jing seemed to have fallen into a frenzy, the dagger just pulled out from Nezha’s heart was thrust back in mercilessly once more, was there even a hint of fatherly affection left?

“Nezha, don’t blame your father.

If you have to blame someone, blame yourself.

If it weren’t for you urging your father to defect from the Heavenly Court, how would I have fallen into such a great calamity today?”

Blade after blade showed no mercy, as a tiger would devour its offspring, Li Jing completely lost his mind, his immortal power pouring into the dagger.

He pierced Nezha’s body with countless gaping holes, causing Nezha’s body to quiver slightly.

His pupils were dilating as if his life was reaching its end.

With a loud thud, Li Jing suddenly rose to his feet and kicked Nezha’s mangled body, sending it flying out before swiftly walking towards Ye Xuan, without any hesitation, he immediately prostrated himself at Ye Xuan’s feet.

“Heavenly Emperor Ye, this rebellious son has been personally executed by this old minister, I implore the Heavenly Emperor to forgive my sin of defecting from the Heavenly Court.” Li Jing knelt and kowtowed, his attitude utterly subservient.

“Heh heh!”

Ye Xuan laughed, it was a true laugh, yet his smile was strange and merciless, for he saw in the present Li Jing a reflection of his own father in younger years, both capable of such monstrous acts for selfish desires.

“Li Jing, I truly wasn’t mistaken about you, you really are a wolf with wild ambitions.

Sadly, you still have to die…!”

As Ye Xuan’s words reached his ears, Li Jing’s face changed drastically, even more so as he suddenly looked up at Ye Xuan, finding himself facing his merciless eyes and indifferent expression.

With a wet stab, the Fire-Tipped Spear pierced through Li Jing’s heart, the bloodstained spear slowly withdrawn, and a large amount of blood spurted out from Li Jing’s chest, leaving him staring dumbly behind him.

Nezha, drenched in blood with multiple bloody holes throughout his body, glared at Li Jing with venomous, ruthless eyes, his Fire-tipped Spear twisting harshly in Li Jing’s heart, that cruel and fierce smile now playing on Nezha’s lips.

“No…

impossible…

how…

how can you be alive…?”

Li Jing’s mouth overflowed with unstoppable fresh blood, spewing from his chest as he deathly stared at Nezha, his eyes filled with horror.

“Li Jing, although I greatly appreciate your despicable shamelessness and vicious methods, you are too foolish.

Have you forgotten that Nezha’s body is made of lotus root and that all his cultivation is within his Primordial Spirit?

As long as his Primordial Spirit isn’t destroyed, no matter how heavily his body is injured, it can rapidly heal, can’t it?”

Ye Xuan spoke with a slight smile, and in this moment, Nezha’s battered body rapidly healed, showing not a trace of injury.

“Don’t…

don’t kill me…

please, don’t kill me.”

Li Jing staggered backward, his heart being shredded, the vitality rapidly draining from his body as he looked at Nezha with utmost fear.