LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 159: Clash
It's no wonder that Li Jing didn't recognize it; this object was Maitreya's acquired bag, commonly known as the 'Mantra Bag.' Since Maitreya rarely took action, many in the Three Realms were unaware of his fame.
In just that short time, the true form of Patriarch of the Nether River had appeared above the Sea of Blood. His eyes emitted a monstrous presence, and behind him hung the Yuantu and Abi swords, emitting an intense Sword Intent that made everyone around tremble with fear.
The Patriarch of the Nether River gave a cold gaze at the people in the sky, he didn't speak, but it made everyone feel the hairs on their backs stand up, as if a chill had risen from their feet and spread throughout their bodies in an instant.
However, Patriarch of the Nether River had no intention of bickering with these people at the moment; the pressing matter was to rush to where the rules were broken, to see who dared such a sneaky attack on him.
Driving the surging Sea of Blood with a momentum that seemed to overturn mountains and seas, he rushed straight toward Flame Mountain.
The crowd was shaken by the Patriarch of the Nether River's momentum and dared not act, they could only watch him grow distant. But while others feared him, the Monkey did not.
Ever since he learned of the Patriarch of the Nether River's existence from Lu Yu, the Monkey had always wanted to teach the Patriarch a good lesson for the Scholar's sake, but the two had no connection and no opportunity had arisen. Now that the Patriarch's true form had reappeared, how could the Monkey justify not taking action?
"Old thief, stop! Take a hit from your old Sun with a stick." The Monkey leaped into mid-air, lifting his Jingu Bang and smashed it toward Patriarch of the Nether River's head.
Patriarch of the Nether River turned his head and saw the Monkey attacking him. A flash of surprise crossed his face. He hadn't expected that someone would act under the pressure of his presence, and he couldn't help but look at the Monkey with new respect. Just by his courage alone, his future was boundless.
Drawing the Yuantu Treasured Sword, the chilling Sword Qi carried an endless killing intent as it slashed toward the Monkey, who, however, did not dodge or avoid it.
The Sword Qi struck the Monkey's body, making a thunderous sound like metal clashing, a golden light flickered uncertainly on the Monkey's body, but it still firmly blocked the Patriarch of the Nether River's Sword Qi. Yet, pain still transmitted to his brain.
Such pain did not stop the Monkey's assault; his iron rod had already reached the Patriarch of the Nether River's head, parting the Sea of Blood with immense force.
The Patriarch of the Nether River looked at the Monkey appreciatively and said, "Indeed, the protector of the Dao prepared by Buddhism is extraordinary in both mind and strength."
Even as he spoke, the moves of his hands were not slow. The Sea of Blood behind him raised a huge wave of blood to meet the Monkey's face, ready to crash down on him.
The Monkey let out a roar, his body shone with golden light, and the sound of thunder emerged, as if a fantasy world that resembled Huaguo Mountain appeared around him.
The phantom world dispelled the oncoming blood, and the Monkey's iron rod instantly reached the top of the Patriarch of the Nether River's head. At this moment, the Patriarch of the Nether River lost his previous composure. He hadn't expected the Monkey to have made so much progress in cultivating the Five Qi towards the Primordial, and now had to treat him with caution.
The Treasured Sword and the golden Jingu Bang clashed within the Sea of Blood, the booming sounds echoed through heaven and earth, and it seemed as though the entire Sea of Blood swirled, ceaselessly washing everything around it.
Countless creatures were swallowed by the Sea of Blood, becoming a part of it, while endless lost souls in the Sea of Blood emitted a hair-raising sound of Curses. Countless Ferocious Ghosts extended their hands from the Sea of Blood, seeking to pull the Monkey beneath the waves to eternally sink and be lost.
"Get lost!" The Monkey's body shone brilliantly with the Primordial Spirit Light. When the Ferocious Ghosts touched the golden light, they let out a piercing scream.
The Monkey's fighting spirit was completely ignited; a powerful aura surged from him, and the sky and clouds changed color.
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"Don't run away, fight 300 rounds with me, Lao Shun!" the Monkey roared.
However, the Patriarch of the Nether River just gave him a faint glance, continuing to fight while moving toward Flame Mountain. He could feel the restrictions he had set up being rapidly broken, and estimated that it wouldn't be long before the rules he had painstakingly gathered would be taken by someone else.
Uninterested in a drawn-out battle, he raised endless waves of blood to block the Monkey's onslaught, while his treasured sword continuously swung, its sharp Sword Qi slicing through everything as it relentlessly struck towards the Monkey's head. Yet the Monkey seemed resolute in his pursuit, relentlessly chasing after him.
"Aah!" A roar also came from above, it was Nezha overcoming his fear and bellowing to the heavens.
Anger covered his child-like face; he despised his own weakness. Compared to the Monkey, he seemed to fall far short. How could he climb the Great Dao or achieve the Five Qi toward the Primordial with such temperament?
At this moment, Nezha's heart was filled with rage. He wanted to erase this ignominious scene; his only option was to fight to the death.
Transforming into a state with three heads and six arms, Nezha, with Wind Fire Wheels under his feet, arrived above the Sea of Blood. Endless flames began to burn atop the Sea of Blood, and the thick scent of blood soared into the sky, with visible white smoke rising into the air.
Enshrouded in white mist, Nezha, holding the Fire-tipped Spear and stepping on flames, attacked the Patriarch of the Nether River.
Seeing this, the Patriarch of the Nether River's expression turned even darker. One Monkey was already this tough to handle, and another Nezha added into the mix meant that even he couldn't guarantee an easy escape.
Mana surged through his whole body, and with a focused mind, he called upon the Sea of Blood, raising countless blood pillars from the surface to try and stop Nezha who was rushing from behind. Just then, a Pagoda appeared in the sky, emanating rays of light.
That light shone upon the tumultuous Sea of Blood, instantly quieting the surging waves—it was Li Jing's intervention, using the Pagoda to suppress the Sea of Blood.
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With no one to stop him, Nezha quickly reached the Patriarch of the Nether River, and his Fire-tipped Spear immediately stabbed towards his face.
The Patriarch of the Nether River pulled out his Yuantu and Abi swords, parrying left and right, blocking both the Monkey and Nezha's attacks, but he still retreated towards Flame Mountain. The Monkey and Nezha pursued him closely from behind.
Before long, Flame Mountain could be seen. The Patriarch of the Nether River had fury blazing in his eyes as he bellowed, "Thieves, await your death!"
Towards the mysterious figure who undid his restrictions and schemed against his rules, the Patriarch of the Nether River wished he could flay his skin and extract his bones. He even suspected that the mishap at Flame Mountain was also this mysterious figure's doing.
However, while his roar still echoed, the Monkey and Nezha's attacks followed closely, making it hard for him to break free, only allowing him to continue dragging towards Flame Mountain.
The Monkey used Divine Skills too, transforming into three heads and six arms, and together with Nezha, they besieged the Patriarch of the Nether River. Their attacks pounded on the Patriarch of the Nether River like a sudden violent storm, forcing him to focus entirely on his adversaries. Even though Flame Mountain was within reach and that detestable mysterious figure was not far off, he seemed to be able to see his silhouette already.
Yet he was so entangled by Nezha and the Monkey that it was difficult for him to extricate himself. One could imagine the frustration in his heart, thinking that he could not go on like this; otherwise, once the restrictions were undone, he would lose the initiative to compete for the rules. At this moment, he was feeling an intense urgency.
He wielded his treasured sword even more frantically.
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