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Chapter 203 The Three Altars of Haihui Great God
The air around the pool suddenly became tense.

"The Heavenly Court Inspection Division?" Yuan Shoucheng's old face instantly turned red, so ashamed that he wished he could disappear into the ground.

The name of this shabby government office, which Chen Guangrui had used to fool countless people, always made him, who knew the truth, blush whenever it was mentioned.

Huang Fengguai raised his thick eyebrows slightly, his gaze shifting strangely to Chen Guangrui. Chen Guangrui had used the same name to find him back then, and he had actually believed it. Now, thinking about it, it was probably just empty talk. A feeling of being fooled welled up in his chest, causing him to let out a heavy snort.

"The Heavenly Court's Inspection Department?" On the water's surface, the old Dragon King of Ten Thousand Saints narrowed his cloudy old eyes into slits, suspiciously scanning Chen Guangrui's "old, weak, sick, and disabled" group. There was a thin scholar, a little bald-headed child, a boy wearing a bib, an old Taoist priest, plus the Third Prince of the West Sea who had just been beaten and covered in dirt, and a disheveled yellow-haired monster.

You're telling me this is the Heavenly Court's Inspection Department? The old Dragon King himself didn't believe it.

His lips curled into a mocking smile, and his voice suddenly rose in pitch, carrying the imposing aura of a dragon king.
"Spreading heresy and misleading the public! Where did these wild demons come from, daring to impersonate celestial officials? Seize them all! Don't let a single one escape!"

With a flick of his withered claws, the water behind him burst open with a "splash," and seven or eight strangely shaped shrimp soldiers and crab generals, wielding rusty harpoons and steel forks, bared their teeth and claws and pounced ashore, bringing a stench to the air.

The most urgent task now is to confirm Chen Guangrui's status as an official of the Heavenly Court, thus placing him in an invincible position.

"Humph!"

Yellow Wind Monster let out a disdainful snort. His burly body didn't even move an inch; he simply raised his large, fan-like hand and gently fanned the approaching aquatic creature.

call!
An indescribable force arose out of nowhere, unlike a howling wind, yet it carried an overwhelming and domineering power. Those few menacing shrimp soldiers and crab generals seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall of bronze and iron. Before they could even utter a scream, they were like flies swatted away by a giant hand, "plop plop" all of them falling headfirst back into the water, splashing high into the air.

What kind of power is this? Everyone was stunned. You'd never see such methods at Bibo Pool.

The shore became quiet instantly.

"Oh my god, oh my god! That's so cruel!" Benboerba, who was frozen in place and unable to move, stared wide-eyed and muttered to Baboerben beside him.
"Did you see that? That old yellow-haired guy... no, that Yellow Wind King, he slapped those shrimps away with one slap! That's ruthless. That guy surnamed Chen wants us to go to the West Sea, we'd better hurry up and go, or stay here and wait to be stewed like sauerkraut?"

Ba Bo'er Ben trembled with fear, his whole body shaking, and he could only nod repeatedly, "Yes, yes! Brother, I'll listen to you, let's go to the West Sea, let's go to the ocean, it's better than becoming pickled fish..."

The Dragon King of Halloween watched as his subordinates were swatted away like dumplings in a pot, his face turning ashen with rage, his whiskers trembling. He pointed a trembling finger at the crowd on the shore, roaring with feigned bravado but underlying weakness.

"You've rebelled! You've defied the heavens! You fiends, how dare you destroy my Water Palace and injure my soldiers! I am a legitimate Water God, appointed by the Heavenly Court. I will report this humiliation to the Dragon Palace of the East Sea and petition the Heavenly Court! I will ensure that you are annihilated, body and soul, and cast into the Netherworld, never to rise again!" The roar echoed above the pool, yet it revealed a weakness beneath the surface.

Chen Guangrui's face remained completely expressionless. His eyes were eerily calm as he turned his gaze to Ao Lie, who was lying on the side, looking disheveled and being desperately dragged along by Yuan Shoucheng.

"Dragon King, I understand your eyesight is failing. But look at this one,"

Chen Guangrui's voice was not loud, but every word was clear, overpowering the Dragon King's roar.
"The Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon King, the real deal. If I were a demon, wouldn't the Dragon Palace prince help me? Not only the Third Prince, but I'm telling you, even the tens of thousands of aquatic creatures of the West Sea would aid me." He paused, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the two frozen fish spirits on the shore, his eyes filled with a meaningful look. Benboerba and Baboerben felt their hair stand on end under his gaze, as if the phrase "tens of thousands of aquatic creatures of the West Sea would aid me" had been branded into their minds like a hot iron.

"As for you," Chen Guangrui's lips curled into a faint, yet chillingly cold, smile, "Your Bibo Pool is a den of iniquity, colluding with demons and harming the Dragon Prince. You can barely protect yourself, yet you dare to bark here? Who gave you the audacity?"

The Old Dragon King of Halloween was so choked by these words that he gasped for breath, his old face turning red as he stubbornly held on.

"Stop twisting the truth. Ao Lie is a criminal, and the Heavenly Court has not absolved him of his crimes. You, carrying a criminal dragon, are swindling and cheating, which only amplifies your sins. Who knows if you are some kind of monster leader who came out of nowhere and wants to take over my Bibo Pool? Yes! You must be a monster, a mountain spirit or wild monster that covets the treasures of my Dragon Palace."

The more he talked, the more convinced he became that he was right. As long as he said Chen Guangrui was a fake and he was in the right, then the other party would be trying to harm him, and they would have to think twice.

"Monster, mountain spirit, wild monster?" Red Boy, who was listening nearby, pouted and put his hands on his hips, about to say something harsh.

At this tense moment,

"Chen Guangrui, you really are here!"

A clear, resonant shout, carrying the sound of metal and stone, suddenly exploded from the heavens like a thunderclap.

The voice, imbued with supreme majesty, instantly drowned out all the noise around the pool. Everyone was deeply shaken and looked up in unison.

The once clear sky was now shrouded in a thin layer of golden light. Within the glow, a majestic array of figures could be vaguely discerned. First, two rows of celestial soldiers, clad in gleaming silver armor and wielding long halberds, appeared like sculptures on the edge of the clouds, exuding an aura of solemnity.

Immediately afterwards, more and denser figures appeared in the golden glow, battle banners fluttering, and the cold glint of weapons piercing the clouds. A heavy, mountain-like pressure poured down as if it were a tangible force, pressing down on the Azure Pool, even the churning water seemed to freeze for a moment.

Finally, at the height of the golden glow, a blazing fire suddenly shone!

Amidst the howling of wind and thunder, a short figure, riding on flaming wheels of wind and fire, bound in a celestial sash, and wielding a fire-tipped spear, hovered in mid-air like a falling star or a blazing sun. Illuminated by the firelight, his delicately sculpted yet strikingly handsome face, with its piercing eyes, gazed down at the dumbfounded Dragon King of the Azure Pool.

It is none other than the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas, Nezha!
This is a legitimate deity from Heaven, renowned throughout the Three Realms.

All of the roars, all of the suspicions, and all of the bluster and cowardice of the Old Dragon King Wansheng were completely frozen on his wrinkled old face at this moment.

He tilted his head back, his eyes wide open as if about to burst, his mouth agape but no sound came out, only a desperate, hissing sound like a broken bellows. The skin beneath the dragon scales instantly lost all color, turning a deathly gray.

That's it. Only those two words echoed in his mind.

(End of this chapter)