The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 264 - 263 Nezha: That’s How Brave I Am!

The black-clothed Daoist laughed skyward.

"Hong Jun, is this all your disciples and grand-disciples can do? Hahaha."

The voice of the black-clothed Daoist was not loud, but it clearly reached every ear in the Heavenly Court.

Nezha, who was watching, couldn’t help but glance toward the South Heavenly Gate. Whose subordinate could be so bold?

At this moment, Hao Tian wanted nothing more than to rush forward and obliterate Luo Hou.

It must be understood that the foundation of ruling the Three Realms is built upon the Daoist Ancestor’s endorsement. Undermining the Daoist Ancestor’s prestige is shaking the very foundation of his rule over the Three Realms.

Yet, after a moment of hesitation, he dared not act.

He was a top-tier Quasi-Saint who had slain two corpses, and it seemed the opposition was of similar strength. He did not fear the other, but he feared losing.

If he were to lose under the watchful eyes of all, he, the Three Realms Supreme, would lose all dignity. How would he govern the Three Realms thereafter?

In simple terms, he was constrained and unable to act freely.

Nezha secretly chuckled at his reluctance to act decisively, not because he intended to tarnish Hao Tian’s reputation.

On the surface, Hao Tian’s cultivation seemed slightly higher than the opposition’s, but a duel isn’t just a contest of cultivation numbers—only through combat can the result be truly known.

Thus, at this moment, Hao Tian chose patience.

Nezha originally thought that Hao Tian, aggravated by the words, would act, but after waiting a long time, there was no movement.

Come on, brother, you’re putting up with this too? How did you even become the Heavenly Emperor without any sense?

If someone mocked my Grandpa Daoist Ancestor, I wouldn’t hesitate to strike! (Amusing)

Nezha, unconcerned whether those at the South Heavenly Gate could hear him or not, directly declared with righteous indignation: "Audacious vermin of Demon Dao, how dare you insult the Daoist Ancestor!"

After speaking, he immediately activated the formation he had secretly prepared.

The entire North Heaven Gate was enveloped by the formation, and myriad stars began to shine brightly across the skies.

"Wind!"

With the addition of the azure Divine Spell, the speed of all Heavenly Soldiers surged instantly.

"Forest!"

The verdant green Divine Spell granted the Heavenly Soldiers an overwhelming boost in restorative abilities.

"Fire!"

The crimson Divine Spell increased the Heavenly Soldiers’ attack power significantly.

"Mountain!"

The earthy yellow Divine Spell fortified their defenses greatly.

Nezha unleashed four Divine Spells to strengthen over thirty thousand Heavenly Soldiers, nearly depleting his mana, but the effects were immensely powerful.

The fully buffed Heavenly Soldiers quickly gained the upper hand and began counterattacking.

Nezha extended his arm and tossed the spherical Sun Gold Wheel, which absorbed the strength of the Sun Star, showering golden radiance. Nezha then bestows everyone a ’Demon Resistance’ buff.

With Nezha’s multifaceted support, victory was merely a matter of time.

Seated in meditative posture, Nezha rapidly extracted mana from his avatar and infused it into himself. Then, wielding the God Slaying Spear, he flashed behind Shiva, who was dancing fervently in mid-air.

Breaking through the spatial barrier several hundred meters apart, he pierced Shiva’s heart with a single thrust. His left hand wielded the Mountain Opening Axe, splitting down decisively.

The enraged Demon King didn’t even have the chance to be angry before he was bisected. Not only Shiva was split in two, but so was the Destruction Domain he had painstakingly constructed.

Below, Tianpeng finally awakened. At this moment, wielding the Nine-toothed Nailed Rake, he rushed to assist Golden Light.

The two joined forces, with Golden Light smashing Sexual Power into a pile of mush.

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Outside the South Heavenly Gate, the black-clothed Daoist swung a sword but didn’t rush into the Heaven Palace. With cultivation slightly weaker than Hao Tian’s, it was uncertain how a fight outside would turn out. Inside the Heaven Palace, Hao Tian’s home ground, he stood no chance.

He watched as Gui Ling Saint Mother retreated back into the Heaven Palace, but didn’t obstruct her—a group of insignificant foes was all they were to him. freёnovelkiss-com

The sole purpose of his visit was to show the world that the gods enshrined by Jiang Ziya were nothing but rubbish!

Yet, the instigator, Old Jiang, was entirely clueless about the commotion, leisurely fishing in Nantang!

The black-clothed Daoist didn’t step in, nor did Hao Tian come out from the Palace of the Polestar.

The black-clothed Daoist cursed to his heart’s content, while Hao Tian, restrained by his image as the Heavenly Emperor, couldn’t retort. Instead, he sent two minor soldiers to counter, only to have those instantly cut down by the Daoist and sent back to the Investiture of the Gods.

Suddenly, all Immortals quieted down—money mattered less than life!

The two sides reached a stalemate.

Ultimately, it was Nezha who completely eradicated the Demon Army at the North Heaven Gate. He then joined Yin Shou, gradually wiping out forces from the other three gates.

When the black-clothed Daoist saw his Demon Army crumble, he dismissed them as ’useless,’ showing no signs of concern.

With an air of leisure and detachment, he began to leave, as if merely out for a walk.

From his vantage point near the South Heavenly Gate, Nezha observed the departing Daoist, his Divine Soul resonating with the vibrating God Slaying Spear, his heart filled with shock.

Old Luo, you’re unbelievable. Is your true form a cockroach? How are you still alive? You can still muster top-tier Quasi-Saint combat strength?

However, he couldn’t adopt Hao Tian’s approach of gritting his teeth and swallowing his frustration.

When someone insults your master, and you don’t dare to respond, how can you continue to serve under your master?

Nezha activated all his defensive Magical Treasures, prepared his eleven avatars, draped the Mountain and River Map on his back, and whispered to himself, ’Teacher, I’m going in.’ Then, he charged forward.

"Audacious demon of the Demon World, how dare you bark wildly here? As a grand-disciple of the Daoist Ancestor, a disciple of Lady Nuwa, and the Purple Deity of the Heavenly Court, how can I tolerate this!"

After speaking, he grabbed the Qiankun Bow and launched an arrow at the Daoist.

Nezha’s brave move astonished all the gods of the Heavenly Court.

That Purple Deity sure isn’t afraid of anything! Truly courageous!

Nuwa, watching the spectacle, clutched her Red Embroidered Ball with one hand and slapped her desk in laughter with the other.

This little disciple always seems to surprise her.

Was Nezha afraid? Of course he was. As a mere Little Kalami, he suspected he might not even have enough time to react and retreat into the Mountain and River Map after a strike from his opponent.

But as the saying goes, if you don’t dare to fight, what’s the point of cultivation?

With Hao Tian restrained and unwilling to step forward, the responsibility to act fell squarely on Nezha’s shoulders.

The arrow flew toward the black-clothed Daoist’s back, only to disintegrate into ashes and vanish without any visible counter from the Daoist.

The Daoist turned around, didn’t attack, but looked at Nezha with great interest.

All the demons of the Primordial World could be considered Luo Hou, so the memories awakened by Nezha’s Heart Demon were undoubtedly of him.

Instead of expressing fury, the Daoist seemed thoroughly impressed.

"Hong Jun’s grand-disciple—finally, someone worthy of note.

Your demonic nature is deep; why not join me in the Demon World?

I can make you the Demon Emperor directly, so you wouldn’t have to be under a mere gatekeeper child’s thumb."

Hao Tian: "..."

If you want to praise someone, do so—but why insult me?

Nezha: "..."

You’re the one deeply corrupted by demonic nature, and so is your entire family! I call this unwavering pursuit of the Dao!

Nonetheless, his jab was shockingly accurate...

An average person hearing the Daoist’s words might seriously consider them—for Demon Emperor was still an emperor—but unfortunately, Nezha found it beneath him.

"Are you Luo Hou or Shen Gongbao?"

The black-clothed Daoist lifted his robe, revealing a pale face. "Does it make any difference?"

With that, he transformed into a wisp of black mist and disappeared.

To be honest, Nezha was utterly baffled. After all these years, how could Luo Hou still resurrect and stir up such chaos?

Wasn’t the Daoist Ancestor going to do anything about it?

Mulling over these thoughts, he began consulting his master.

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