The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 328 - 327: I’ll Cover the Rear

"Do you really think transforming into Chaos is an easy and pleasant thing? Only Randeng himself knows the torment within."

At this moment, his gaze turned shadowy as he said, "Nephew, you have a sharp tongue. Trapped in Chaos, even if you have the means to call upon Nuwa for help, it will be too late!

Later, I won’t kill you. Instead, I’ll transform you into a Chaos Creature as well, and it’ll be the most disgusting kind! Let’s see how you’ll face the teacher you revere so much then!"

This time, Nezha was truly furious.

"My teacher’s name, and you dare to utter it so casually?"

This was an act of outright disrespect towards his teacher!

To Nezha, it was a far greater insult than cursing someone’s ancestors for eighteen generations!

In the Primordial Era, if anyone dared say such a thing, Nezha would storm over, eradicate their ancestors for eighteen generations, and Heaven’s Dao wouldn’t even pass down karma upon him for it.

Nezha pulled out a seemingly ordinary bamboo stick from his sleeve. It bore no unique aura, resembling a broken stick one might pick up randomly on the roadside. If it had any use, perhaps it would simply feel good for smacking unruly children?

Despite its humble appearance, Randeng did not underestimate it. No one would gamble their life so recklessly. Since Nezha was firmly convinced that this item could save him, there had to be more to it.

Internally, Randeng’s wariness was at its peak, though outwardly he feigned indifference, secretly establishing contact with a Chaos Demon God.

"Hahaha, Nephew, where did you pull out such a worthless stick? Do you think this can deal with the quasi-demon god under my control?"

Nezha let out a cold laugh, unwilling to waste another word with him. He raised his hand, ready to unleash the sword intent stored within the bamboo stick, but before he could strike—

From far beyond the Chaos, a resonant sword cry echoed. The chilling intent to kill swept over Nezha and Randeng, briefly paralyzing Nezha’s movements.

Randeng reacted swiftly. The surrounding space inexplicably tore open, revealing a rotted, soft mud-like tentacle, which grabbed Randeng and started pulling him to the other side.

But just as half of him entered, a pitch-black sword light swept through, instantly reducing the bubble-like quasi-demon god into nothingness without a chance to resist. Randeng was left with only his head, protected by the tentacle.

The Chaos Demon God that Randeng had somehow tricked into aiding him seemed similarly baffled, having been struck down with a single sword strike.

The person who unleashed the sword qi was none other than Jin Ling Saint Mother.

Each of the Four Immortal Slaying Swords had been imbued with a single strike by the Tongtian Sect Master to protect his disciples. Seeing Nezha in danger, Jin Ling Saint Mother activated the sword qi stored within the Slaughter Immortal Sword without hesitation.

Without thinking, Nezha transformed into a streak of rainbow light, dashing towards Jin Ling. This foolish woman! He had intentionally kept his distance from her, and here she was, running back into the fray?

"Run!"

Jin Ling, having used up a massive amount of mana just to activate the sword qi left behind by a Saint, immediately grasped the dire situation upon seeing Nezha make a break for it. Without delay, she fled alongside him.

It seemed that the Chaos Demon God’s consciousness hadn’t fully descended. After a brief reaction time, a strange, furious roar erupted. A humanoid creature that appeared to have melted, as if roasted, began to chase after them with all its might!

Its target was none other than Nezha!

Nezha and Jin Ling ran with all their effort, but their speed couldn’t compete with the speed of this filthy mud-creature.

Without hesitation, Nezha flung the bamboo stick behind him, then grabbed Jin Ling Saint Mother and continued to flee without looking back.

There was none of Jin Ling’s earlier earth-shattering displays. The bamboo stick struck the soft mud monster with an incredibly subtle trajectory, akin to smacking a grandson. The mud monster disintegrated into fine powder on the spot.

The floating powder seemed to attempt reassembling itself but failed again and again.

After struggling for a moment to no avail, something wriggled behind the portal Randeng had opened earlier. Soon, a new soft mud monster appeared, this time with two heads—one of them bearing Randeng’s likeness. It resumed its relentless pursuit of Nezha and Jin Ling.

Nezha and Jin Ling were fast, but the soft mud monster was even faster.

The head bearing Randeng’s features occasionally sneered, "Nephew, once the Chaos Demon Mirage has marked you, there’s no escape. I don’t even know why it hates you so much! Hahaha!"

Nezha ignored the taunts and focused on running.

"Jin Ling, we split up!"

In a flash of gold and rainbow light, the two separated, and the mud monster pursued Nezha without hesitation.

However, the golden light that was Jin Ling Saint Mother suddenly halted, turned, and looped back!

Nezha grew indignant as he watched Jin Ling deliberately throw away her chance to escape. "Are you stupid?!"

Even in the face of Nezha’s harsh words, Jin Ling remained calm.

She didn’t respond with any sentimental remarks but simply said, "I’ll hold it off."

Her figure abruptly stopped. Suddenly, her mana surged as she unleashed her Three-headed and Six-armed Divine Ability. The Slaughter Immortal Sword, Flying Gold Sword, Four Symbols Tower, and Dragon Tiger Ruyi were grasped in her hands, while the Gold Dao Domain unfolded completely. The terrifying aura of warfare and destruction directly confronted the mud monster with an air of desperation.

The mud monster charged into the Gold Dao Domain without any apparent action, leaving behind only a trail of dark green corrosive marks. Any metallic weapon essence slashed against its body merely left faint scars, which were swiftly corroded without inflicting meaningful damage.

It was painfully obvious—Jin Ling was no match for this creature.

Nezha was both angry and moved. In his previous life, for all the sweet words like "I love you," how many women would truly risk their lives for him, besides his mother?

Summoning the Twelve-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus, Nezha readied a move that exceeded his cultivation level. These Supreme Treasures had always been constrained by his lack of strength, but now? He had a chance!

With a single gesture, one of the lotus leaves was burned away by karmic fire, and the red lotus degraded to an eleven-grade treasure. The fiery red energy forcefully surged into Nezha’s body.

His speed suddenly increased more than fiftyfold, transforming him into a streak of crimson light. He dashed in front of Jin Ling Saint Mother and rolled her into the Mountain and River Map before fleeing at high speed!

With the boost from the Karma Fire Red Lotus, Nezha, now trailing flames, finally managed to keep a relatively safe distance from the Corrupt Demon God’s avatar.

The price, however, was enormous. Once all twelve lotus leaves were consumed, the Innate Lotus Platform would be permanently damaged—not impossible to restore, but utterly unnecessary at that point.

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The chase between the Demon God and Nezha continued.

The chase continued.

After repeatedly rejecting Jin Ling’s attempts to re-enter the fray, Nezha gritted his teeth and burned another lotus leaf from the now eleven-grade Karma Fire Red Lotus. His initially lagging speed surged again.

Randeng was utterly exasperated!

How are you so wealthy? Why aren’t you heartbroken? How can you just keep running like this?

You shouldn’t be called Li Nezha anymore—just call yourself Li Pao Pao (Li the Runner)!

Nezha didn’t care what Randeng thought. If he could fight, he’d fight. If he couldn’t, he’d call for backup. If no one came, he’d run. How simple was that?

He ran for who knew how long and finally saw hope.

In the far distance, cold and dazzling Yuqing Immortal Light shone—it was definitely not something that Guang Chengzi, a mere Daluo Golden Immortal, could have summoned.

Nezha’s mind raced; Guang Chengzi must be in trouble!

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