Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord of the Pure Land

The three war gods suppressed the surging waves in their hearts and looked past the three Thunder Generals standing solemnly in front of them.

He stared intently at Nezha, who sat atop the cloud-capped peak, looking like he was watching a show.

The light on the Eastern War God's blue armor paused for a moment. He raised his hand and pointed at Nezha, who was leisurely swinging his legs on a distant cloud-covered peak. His voice carried suppressed anger:

"Marshal Deng! Why was the Third Prince able to enter safely, while we are blocked here?"

What...is that supposed to be?

The Western War God coldly replied, "Could it be that the rules of the Thunder Department are also divided into different levels?"

Or is it... simply because he has a close personal relationship with that scoundrel Chen Jiao, that he can disregard the Thunder Ancestor's decree as if it were nothing?

The God of War of the Central Extremes took another step forward, the clouds surging beneath his feet, and said in a deep voice:

"If we don't give you a clear answer today, even if you manage to stop us, we'll likely fail to convince the public!"

Upon hearing this, Marshal Deng lightly touched the thunder drill in his hand to the golden hammer, producing a clear ringing sound.

His gaze swept calmly over the three war gods, his voice steady and unwavering:

"The decree of the Thunder Ancestor prohibits outsiders from interfering in the war, not from banning all visitors."

If the three of you insist on getting to the bottom of this… perhaps you should first ask yourselves, what is the purpose of your trip?

Marshal Xin added calmly:

"The Third Prince and the True Lord are even friends. He came to watch the battle, which is a visit to a friend, not an interference."

What reason do we have to stop them?

Marshal Zhang's thunder flag trembled slightly, the thunder patterns on its surface swirling faster, and he said in a deep voice:

"Furthermore, the Third Prince merely sat and watched the battle, without overstepping any boundaries."

If the three war gods could also be like him, merely observing from the sidelines and refraining from rash actions... perhaps we could make some concessions.

But you must make a solemn vow to uphold the Great Way!

Upon hearing this, the three war gods' expressions immediately turned even more grim.

This is clearly saying: Nezha was able to enter because he followed the rules; you were stopped because you had ulterior motives!

Their purpose in coming here was to lend a hand and exert pressure; how could they stand idly by? To say they've made a great oath is simply a joke on them.

The three war gods exchanged a glance, and each saw deep fear and helplessness in the other's eyes.

The Lei army surrounded them, their discipline strict, clearly determined to protect Chen Jiao and leaving no room for maneuver whatsoever.

They could only fall silent, their gazes filled with complex emotions as they looked at the figure in black robes who was still unilaterally beating his brother in the distance.

He glanced again at Nezha, who was leisurely watching the play, and felt a surge of frustration in his chest that he could not express, yet he was helpless.

On the cloud-capped peak, Nezha was leisurely swinging his legs when he suddenly heard three war gods questioning him with barbs and spears.

His crimson eyes flickered slightly, and he lazily turned his head to glance at the other side coldly.

That glance was like a gleaming blade slicing across the ice, carrying a hint of lingering ferocity and a touch of arrogance that seeped into the very marrow.

The mocking smile on his lips was particularly irritating to the three war gods.

The strictness of Lei's rules and the thoroughness of his protection of his own were on full display at this moment.

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Above the sea of ​​clouds, shadowy figures fluttered and danced.

The Arctic War God's silver armor gleamed with icy light, and his palms slammed out countless fragments of mysterious ice, causing the air to freeze instantly.

The Antarctic War God's crimson robe billowed, his fists unleashing blazing flames that distorted the view.

Chen Jiao neither dodged nor evaded, but thrust his left fist straight into the vortex of ice shards.

A series of subtle cracking sounds rang out, and the extreme cold that was enough to freeze the primordial spirit melted away quietly, like snow melting in the spring sun.

At the same time, the right fist swings horizontally to meet the blazing fist.

The scorching force of the punch touched the fist surface, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, not even a spark was raised.

The Arctic War God's face turned pale, he groaned, and staggered backward. A fist-shaped dent was clearly visible on his silver armor chest, with ice crystals flakeing off the edges.

The Antarctic War God trembled violently, his red robe sleeves charred and curled, revealing his slightly trembling wrists.

Chen Jiao's fist continued its momentum, without any flashes of lightning or sounds of wind and thunder.

With each step, the shadow of fists imprinted on the vital points of the two war gods.

The thousand-foot-high ice wall conjured by the Arctic God of War crumbled at the touch of a fist. The mighty fire dragon summoned by Antarctica was pierced seven inches by a single punch, its mournful cry fading away.

In less than ten breaths, the two war gods were disheveled, their armor shattered, and their auras were extremely weak.

They could only rely on instinct to barely defend themselves, completely powerless to fight back.

If they weren't at the peak of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Heavenly Immortal realm, possessing extremely resilient immortal bodies, they would probably have been killed by Chen Jiao with just a few punches.

"Chen Jiao! You've gone too far!"

But then the Arctic War God roared to the sky, his body swirling with icy mist, and his form suddenly swelled up!

Its thousand-foot-tall body stood tall and firm, its silver armor covered in frost, its eyes radiating mysterious light, and the surrounding clouds instantly turned into ice crystals upon contact with it.

The Antarctic God of War also manifested, his crimson robe burning the sky, his appearance solemn, and the sea of ​​clouds beneath his feet boiling like soup.

Two towering figures stood amidst the clouds, casting enormous shadows. The interplay of hot and cold energies seemed to envelop the entire Thunder Department domain.

The overwhelming pressure caused Nezha, who was watching from afar, to sit up slightly.

Chen Jiao stood still, his black robe fluttering in the gale-force winds stirred up by the two great Dharma bodies.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze calm as still water, his right fist retracted to his waist, and not a trace of his aura leaked out.

Just as the pressure from both sides reached its peak, Chen Jiao took a step forward and casually delivered his right fist.

The punch was thrown silently.

This punch, though seemingly slow, seemed to carry the weight of the entire world.

Wherever the fist passed, space slightly distorted, completely swallowing the ice and fire power emanating from the two Dharma forms.

The instant the fist struck the body, the Arctic War God's thousand-foot-tall magical body shattered like glass, while the Antarctic War God's blazing magical power flickered like a dying candle.

In the blink of an eye, the two Dharma forms collapsed, turning into a rain of ice crystals and fire that scattered across the sky.

Chen Jiao's figure blurred, and he appeared on the path where the two were falling.

He casually reached out with both hands, one in each hand, and precisely grabbed the necks of the two war gods, as if they were two chickens or ducks waiting to be slaughtered.

The two struggled desperately, their remaining divine power surging wildly, but they couldn't budge his hand in the slightest.

"Clang!"

A clear, melodious sword cry rang out from Chen Jiao's waist.

The Thunder Sun Demon-Subduing Sword spontaneously unsheathed itself, transforming into a dazzling, sun-like, blazing white sword light that gracefully traced an arc in the air.

Where the sword flashes, thunder arises and vanishes.

The three flowers atop the heads of the two war gods trembled slightly at the same time, and then silently detached from their bodies.

Enveloped by that blazing white sword light, it turned into specks of light and vanished into the world!

Both war gods let out a shrill scream at the same time, their breaths deflated like punctured balloons, and they plummeted to their deaths.

His face instantly turned ashen, and the light in his eyes dimmed drastically, as if all his energy had been drained away.

With the three flowers on top severed, the foundation of his cultivation has been damaged!

These two war gods, the Antarctic War God and the Arctic War God, who once dominated the three realms, even if they were not dead, would find it difficult to make any further progress in their cultivation in this lifetime, and might even continue to fall in their realm.

Chen Jiao released his grip.

The two war gods, whose three flowers on their heads had been removed and whose cultivation had been reduced, collapsed limply on the clouds like two puddles of mud, unconscious.

On the cloud-capped peak, Nezha, oblivious to the strangeness, simply smiled and said:

"The three flowers on top shattered so easily... This silent man is truly ruthless and vicious."

Author Hengyang Yanqu presents "Journey to the West: Starting with Jingfa Zhenjun" on Cola Novels.