The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 372 - 371: I, Nezha, Specialize in Killing the Third Prince Long!

The entire body of the giant dragon was bound tightly by the red silk, its mouth unable to close.

"You filthy mudfish, I’m going to skin you alive, yank out your sinews, and turn your head into a braised lion’s head meatball!"

The golden Dharma Form tightened the Huntian Silk with one hand and hammered its fist mercilessly onto the dragon’s skull with the other.

"Aoo!!"

"Bang!"

"Aoo!!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Aoo!"

"Ka-clang!"

"Spare me, Lord..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Little Brother, controlling the Dharma Form, had no concept of holding back. Seeing Ao Bing lying motionless beneath him, he exerted force with both hands and smashed off the dragon’s two horns using the Qiankun Ring, collecting the bloody remains.

"These two horns are for Big Brother and Second Brother to practice their swordsmanship!"

Then, gripping the back of the dragon’s head, he locked it in a stranglehold and twisted forcefully. With a "crack," the dragon’s head was wrenched clean off.

"This dragon head will make a great Dragon Head Hat!"

Flipping along the dragon’s neck, he found the dragon’s sinew, grabbed it with both hands, and yanked it out with a fierce pull. The dragon’s body collapsed into a lifeless heap without its sinew.

"This dragon sinew will make a belt for Father!"

Finally, with what remained, he raised the Demon Suppressing Sword, slashing the spine into pieces and shaking loose the remains.

"This dragon skin and scales will make jewelry and armor for Mother!"

Ao Bing: Thank you, kind person. I’ve never felt this useful before. Truly, not even a bit wasted!

The Sea Clan, seeing the Third Prince Ao Bing slain, began retreating instinctively without his leadership. The soldiers atop the city wall of Chentang Pass started shouting Nezha’s name.

"Nezha!"

"Nezha!"

After tidying up his spoils, Little Brother was jubilant. Turns out this guy wasn’t much after all!

But after waiting a long while, the seawater still hadn’t receded. The blood-stained surface began thinning out. As Nezha’s excitement faded, he started sensing something amiss.

Grabbing the Fire-tipped Spear, he slammed and blasted the sea furiously. Now, his mana was nearly drained. If another powerful enemy came, it would truly mean the end.

But what can you say? Things always seem to head toward the worst possible outcome.

First came the earthquake. The terrifying tremors made it seem like Chentang Pass was about to crumble into ruins, followed by an even more horrific tsunami.

Little Brother smashed apart several waves, but it was utterly futile. The monstrous sea surged higher, tens of times bigger than before. Soldiers on the city wall were swept into the sea one by one.

Then came the firestorm. From the pitch-black, cloud-covered skies, fire began raining down. Many buildings within Chentang Pass were ignited and collapsed, screams of agony filling the air.

Whirlpools surged from the seawater as an ancient cauldron wrapped in a coiling dragon surfaced, brimming with pitch-black blood. The legendary Sea Emperor had emerged.

The others present didn’t recognize it, but Nezha identified it at once — the Yu King’s Cauldron and Ancestor Dragon’s Third Son, Chao Feng, the embodiment of disaster.

Nezha didn’t understand why this guy had turned into this form or why he appeared here.

Little Brother didn’t recognize this thing, nor did he need to. The plan was simple: take it down!

Retreating wasn’t an option. The word "retreat" wasn’t in Nezha’s dictionary!

Hearing the citizens’ cries below, Little Brother’s eyes turned bloodshot as he grabbed the spear and charged forward once again.

The coiling Chao Feng opened its crimson eyes, not even bothering to glance at Little Brother. Its tail fin flicked, sending Little Brother hurtling back at even greater speed, crashing into the sea with a massive boom — life or death uncertain.

Right now, Little Brother was completely outclassed by one of the Dragon’s Nine Sons.

Chao Feng, as though swatting away a trivial pest, declared coldly to the heavens: "You mortals dare slay the East Sea Dragon’s Third Prince? The only way to atone for this sin is to sacrifice yourselves!"

"Now, either you take your own lives, or the Primordial Realm will be rid of Chentang Pass forever!"

Nezha: Well, well, so even dragons conduct entrapment operations now?

Li Jing hadn’t expected them to be this ruthless, openly demanding tens of thousands of the city’s residents sacrifice themselves to the Sea Emperor.

...

Deep beneath the sea, Nezha looked at the bloody and mangled Little Brother without being able to harden his heart. With a subtle touch, the Creation Power surged forth, rapidly regenerating the shattered body.

Wrapped in dreamlike and illusory energy, the two were enveloped, and Little Brother slowly awakened.

"Where is this? Am I dead?"

Nezha looked at the confused Little Brother and chuckled.

"Yep, you’re here to keep me company."

Little Brother turned and saw Nezha’s face, immediately lighting up.

"You’re lying! I’m not dead. Let me go back; I need to kill that winged mudfish and protect Chentang Pass!"

"Can you even beat him?"

Hearing this, Little Brother didn’t falter.

"Even if I can’t, I’ll still fight. If I cower in fear, how could I possibly be a true hero?"

Nezha nodded in approval but didn’t pursue the topic, instead asking: "I know you’re in a hurry, but calm down. Do you remember our childhood game?"

Little Brother took a few deep breaths, nodding.

"Alright then, if you can guess my name correctly, I’ll help you take care of that mudfish. Deal?"

Suddenly, Little Brother fell silent. This person who had been his friend, brother, and teacher since childhood... He vaguely guessed who it was. But he had a feeling that once he said it aloud, it might truly mean goodbye forever.

Friendship or the lives of tens of thousands in Chentang Pass — what was the right choice?

Nezha didn’t rush him and simply watched Little Brother in silence.

This is my last lesson for you, Little Brother.

Seeing the still-lowered head of Little Brother, Nezha softened, unwilling to push him further. The harder his choice was, the deeper his feelings were for him.

"Your dream was to be a big hero, right? I once had a hero’s dream too. How about you help me realize mine instead?"

Little Brother raised his tear-streaked face and said firmly, "Alright!"

Nezha couldn’t help but laugh.

"Still crying like a baby at your age? Did the mudfish scare you into tears?"

"It’s just seawater in my eyes!"

Being teased by Nezha eased Little Brother’s sadness a bit. Nezha then said solemnly, "Then say my name."

"Nezha."

As Little Brother uttered his name, a mysterious connection formed between them. Nezha merged illusions and dreams, bringing his Great Dao mastery to its peak. Gradually, Little Brother’s figure became translucent until it finally melded into Nezha’s consciousness.

Only one Nezha could exist in a single timeline. Now, relying on the bond of true names and his mastery of the Great Dao, Nezha temporarily replaced the Nezha of this timeline.

At this moment, he became this timeline’s Nezha!

Nezha couldn’t use the magical treasures that belonged to this timeline, and his cultivation was only at Taiyi Golden Immortal level, whereas Chao Feng, the Ancestor Dragon’s Third Prince, had power comparable to a Mystic Sect Daluo Golden Immortal.

But none of that mattered. Who cares about cultivation gaps? Who cares if magical treasures are unusable? Who cares if divine skills are restricted?

I am Nezha — slayer of Dragon Princes!

...

"Foolish humans, today marks the destruction of Chentang Pass. This is the doom you’ve brought upon yourselves!"

A sharp cry, both dragon-like and phoenix-like, echoed across the heavens. Coupled with the terrifying vibrations, scalding crimson seawater surged into towering waves and slammed toward Chentang Pass.

Li Jing watched the blood-red tide with eyes full of anger, concern, and sorrow, but there wasn’t a trace of fear.

Old Li has done everything he could. Today, he is prepared to die without regret.

The surviving citizens within the city shared his sentiment.