Journey to the West: Signing in for 500 Years-Chapter 643 - 637 Yang Jian【Subscribe Requested】_1
Chi Jingzi and his companions blocked Red Boy and the others, leaving only Nezha and Bo Jian confronting each other.
The two exchanged glances and immediately began to fight.
Red Boy shouted in protest, "You all are too shameless! As elders, bullying us younger ones and abusing your power!"
Bo Jian said, "Now, the Heavenly Court is against you rebels. This is not the time to concern ourselves with righteousness."
"Just wait. After I capture Nezha, I’ll deal with you."
He launched a fierce offensive. With his overwhelmingly strong mana cultivation, Nezha quickly found himself at a disadvantage.
Having already fought Guang Chengzi, Nezha’s vitality had drained significantly, and his mana was vastly depleted.
Now, how could he be a match for Bo Jian?
Naturally, he was already at a disadvantage after just one exchange. Within a hundred moves, he began to show signs of defeat.
It wouldn’t be long before he would be completely defeated and captured.
This was so even though Nezha’s strength had improved and Bo Jian’s injuries had not fully healed.
Otherwise, Nezha would have been defeated in a single exchange and captured within ten moves.
After all, Bo Jian was a Peak Quasi-Saint and Nezha’s Senior Uncle. To the significantly mana-drained Nezha, Bo Jian was an insurmountable mountain.
Seeing Nezha on the verge of total defeat and capture, Six-Eared Macaque, Red Boy, and the others grew anxious.
They all desperately wanted to break free, but unfortunately, more and more Heavenly Court forces were converging, preventing them from finding an opening.
If they continued to delay, they would truly be stuck in a quagmire with no hope of escape.
And just then, two figures flew from the distance. One dove into the crowd, radiating dazzling brilliance that repelled the Celestial Gods surrounding Red Boy, Six-Eared Macaque, and the others.
Upon closer inspection, the figure who had landed among them was an incredibly beautiful celestial maiden.
And it was none other than the Three Holy Mother.
The Three Holy Mother, holding the Treasured Lotus Lantern in one hand and forming magic seals with the other, had a sharp look in her eyes and emitted radiant light from her body.
Beneath the Treasured Lotus Lantern, the light was resplendent.
No Celestial God dared draw near its glow.
However, what drew the most attention was a towering figure who descended into the battle between Nezha and Bo Jian. This was none other than the Three Holy Mother’s brother, Erlang God Yang Jian.
Wielding his three-pointed, double-edged lance, his Brow’s Celestial Eye already active, Yang Jian possessed immense strength. At this moment, he was unstoppable, slaying any god or Buddha who dared block his path.
He stepped in front of Nezha, directly confronting Bo Jian.
Bo Jian frowned. "Yang Jian, what is the meaning of this?"
He sensed a powerful aura emanating from Yang Jian and realized, to his astonishment, that Yang Jian had reached the High-rank Quasi-Saint realm.
Shock and disbelief filled his heart.
When had reaching the High-rank Quasi-Saint realm become so easy? How could a rising star advance so quickly in this era?
It was simply inconceivable.
Yet, seeing Yang Jian before him, Bo Jian knew it was all true.
The thought of Yang Jian’s terrifying talent made his heart tremble with a mix of shock and trepidation.
During the Divine Enthronement War, Bo Jian had paid close attention to Yang Jian, always considering him an extraordinary talent.
On several occasions, he had asked Immortal Yuding to let him take Yang Jian as a disciple, but Immortal Yuding had always refused, so Bo Jian eventually let the matter drop.
After Yang Jian was declared wanted by the Heavenly Court, Bo Jian had even felt a sense of relief. It’s fortunate I didn’t take him as a disciple, he had thought, otherwise, I would have been implicated.
But now, seeing Yang Jian’s strength advance so rapidly and his talent proving to be simply monstrous, he was filled with regret.
I should have insisted back then! he lamented internally. I absolutely should have taken Yang Jian under my wing!
A prodigy like this, whose strength increased so rapidly and whose potential was so vast, could bring immense glory to his master.
If Yang Jian were his disciple, how overjoyed he would be! 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Yang Jian looked at Bo Jian. "Senior Uncle," he said, "Nezha and I are as close as brothers. If you want to kill him, you’ll have to step over my dead body."
Bo Jian said, "Do you really think I wouldn’t dare?"
Yang Jian said, "I believe Senior Uncle certainly would dare, but whether you can accomplish it is another matter."
Bo Jian flew into a rage. "Yang Jian, you have some nerve! How dare you be so rebellious and disrespectful? Do you look down on me, your Senior Uncle?"
"You are committing an act of supreme sacrilege, defying your master and betraying your ancestors! It’s a crime punishable by death! Kneel and surrender at once!"
Yang Jian laughed heartily. "Senior Uncle, have you forgotten? I have already left the sect. Even if I were to kill you now, it wouldn’t be considered defying my master or betraying my ancestors."
"Moreover, I have always respected my teachers and valued the Dao. But none of you ever treated me with basic dignity. You stood by and watched as the Heavenly Court drove me to a dead end, offering no help. You even cast me out."
"And now you talk to me about respecting teachers, honoring the Dao, defying masters, betraying ancestors, and being rebellious? It’s utterly laughable!"
He held his three-pointed, double-edged lance horizontally before him and declared, "Enough talk. When we were of the same lineage, there was no great bond or favor between us. Now that I have left the sect, there is even less connection."
"If we must fight, then let’s fight! But your opponent is not Nezha. It is I, Yang Jian!"
Bo Jian, furious, let out a roar and stabbed forward with his scepter and longsword. His mana was boundless, his cultivation profound, and his swordsmanship exceptionally fierce.
Wherever the sword’s radiance passed, space itself shattered.
His mighty swordsmanship seemed to indicate he had returned to his peak condition.
Yang Jian, facing such terrifying divine radiance, showed no fear. Instead, he laughed heartily as he met the sword’s light.
"Excellent! I’ve long wanted to exchange a few moves with you, Senior Uncle. Previously, our difference in seniority was a hindrance, but now I can fight to my heart’s content without holding back!"
Yang Jian stepped forward, unleashing his Eight-Nine Profound Art and the Law of Heaven and Earth. Wielding his three-pointed, double-edged lance, his Brow’s Celestial Eye flared with power.
The two clashed, unleashing their divine powers. They were evenly matched, neither gaining an advantage over the other.
The assembled Celestial Gods were stunned beyond measure.
The gods and Buddhas of the heavens felt a chill crawl down their spines.
The Jade Emperor watched, filled with deep regret and a simmering rage born of humiliation.
"This traitor! To think he has elevated his strength to such a formidable level! And he dared to betray Us! Who among you dares to step forward and capture him?"
However, no one dared answer his command. At this moment, the Heavenly Court could not find a second person capable of contending with Yang Jian.
Only two people could overcome Yang Jian. One was currently engaged with him. The other was Zhao Gongming, whose mana was not yet fully recovered and whose injuries were nearly fatal.
Thus, after the Jade Emperor posed his question, no one responded. This incited even greater anger in him. He wished he could enter the fray himself.
But with his lofty status, how could he possibly intervene personally?
He could only watch from the sidelines, seething with frustration, as he scanned the surroundings to see if any other reinforcements would arrive.
