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

The fist retracted, the sword returned.

The two war gods from the north and south, with their thousand-foot-tall divine bodies, silently crumbled like weathered mountains, turning into countless points of light that slowly sank into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

The subtle ripples caused by the dissipation of the Daoist aura quietly spread through the void.

The various strange phenomena caused by the severing of the Celestial Three Flowers have only just begun to emerge and have not yet truly taken shape and wreaked havoc.

Chen Jiao indifferently raised his palm, and blazing white lightning surged and swept it away gently.

The holy beings of the Thunder Department stood silently on the clouds, standing solemnly like a forest.

Witnessing firsthand the True Lord's fist shatter his body and his sword wither away, even these seasoned warriors couldn't help but feel a slight chill in their hearts.

Many of the thunder generals froze, as if the muffled thunder in the clouds had suddenly stopped. A few faint sounds of thunderclaps colliding could be heard from within the army formation, only to be quickly silenced.

With a flick of Chen Jiao's sleeve, the two war gods from the North and South Poles, who had fainted, were like kites with broken strings.

It flew lightly yet with incredible speed towards the three war gods in the distance.

The hand of the Eastern War God stopped in mid-air, its fingertips trembling slightly, before finally supporting the body of the Northern War God.

Touching it, one could feel that its immortal body was icy cold and its breath was as weak as a wisp of smoke, clearly indicating that its foundation had been severely damaged.

His temple twitched almost imperceptibly.

His gaze was fixed on the almost piercing fist-shaped scar on the chest of the Arctic War God, surrounded by the lingering thunderous fist energy.

The Central Pole War God almost stepped forward to catch the Antarctic War God.

Upon touching him, one could feel his body burning hot, yet also exuding a weak chill, clearly indicating that his internal energy was in extreme disarray. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he pursed his lips tightly.

The three war gods silently watched their once-mighty colleagues, now reduced to their dying state.

The color drained from his face, replaced by a deathly pale hue.

An indescribable rage, mixed with the fear of losing a friend, erupted in his chest like a volcano.

The divine light surrounding the three people surged violently and uncontrollably, causing chaos in the surrounding clouds.

They stared intently at Chen Jiao, who was approaching Ta Yun, their gazes almost murderous.

Faced with this tragic situation, his colleagues were humiliated.

This is no longer a simple contest of victory or defeat, but a complete and utter trampling!

He was furious and filled with hatred, yet under the cold gaze of the countless thunder gods, he felt a chill that pierced to the bone.

Chen Jiao had already arrived before the saints of the Thunder Department, his cloud shoes traversing the void as if walking on flat ground.

The Central Pole War God could no longer contain himself. He and the Antarctic War God had always been close friends, and at this moment, he was filled with rage.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and opened his mouth to hurl a stern rebuke:

"Chen Jiao! How dare you—"

The stern shout had just rang out, like a thunderclap splitting the silence.

"What are you going to do?"

Chen Jiao's gaze swept over the three war gods, his voice as calm as a still pond.

Suppressing all the clamor that was about to rise, the rebuke that Zhongji War God had on the tip of his tongue was forced to stay in his throat.

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

The Thunder Gods all took half a step forward.

The three war gods surveyed their surroundings.

But behind the Radiant Heavenly Pacifying Law True Lord.

The three Thunder Generals stood tall and imposing, the five savage thunder envoys had eyes like lightning, the eight generals of cloud thunder exuded murderous intent, the twenty-four thunder heavenly lords had obscure auras, and the thunder chisels and electric hammers in the hands of the thirty-six thunder gods gleamed with cold light.

All eyes were fixed coldly on this spot.

The clouds in the entire sky seemed to freeze, with only tiny, dense streaks of lightning moving among them.

Chen Jiao stood still as before, positioned before the assembled saints of the Thunder Department, his black robe remaining perfectly still under the reflection of countless lightning bolts.

The three war gods stood frozen in place, their faces alternating between red and blue, a deep sense of powerlessness sweeping over them.

finally.

The God of War of the Central Extremes' Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally swallowed the mouthful of pent-up anger, forcing out a broken, cold laugh through his teeth:

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, each time louder than the last.

The laughter contained no warmth whatsoever, only a chilling coldness and suppressed anger.

"Raiden... truly excellent discipline! How impressive!"

Only today do I understand what it means for the main beam to be crooked…

"Brother Zhongji!"

The Western War God's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted to stop him. At the same time, he grabbed the Central War God's arm, making him bite the last half of the sentence, "the lower beam is crooked," between his teeth.

However, the phrase "the upper beam is not straight" has already shot out like an arrow, carrying a heart full of resentment, and fiercely pierced through this stagnant air.

Although the second half of the sentence was forcibly cut off, the four words "the upper beam is not straight" in this context directly point to the Lord of the Thunder Department, the supreme Thunder Ancestor!

In a short time.

The thunder suddenly ceased, and the sea of ​​clouds darkened.

The dull, drum-like thunderous sound grew louder and louder as it approached.

Countless electric snakes darted wildly through the thick clouds, making every face of Thor appear as cold as cast iron!

Silent rage transformed into overwhelming pressure, like billions of bolts of thunder hanging overhead, enveloping the three war gods.

A rumbling sound of thunder came from deep within the clouds, as if a thousand thunderbolts would strike at any moment to cleanse the disrespectful!

Chen Jiao remained standing still, his black robe motionless amidst the sudden surge of thunderous energy.

Only a pair of eyes, unfathomable, coldly reflected the pale faces of the three war gods.

"You Five Extreme War Gods are truly courting death!"

…………

Venus, riding a gentle golden cloud, rushed anxiously to the Thunder Department's territory.

He was ordered by the Great Heavenly Venerable to protect the lives of the North and South Pole War Gods, lest the True Lord go too far and kill them.

From afar, he sensed it with his divine sense.

Although the auras of the two war gods were as faint as candles in the wind, they were not yet extinguished.

The heavy weight that had been hanging over Venus's heart finally eased a little.

The bottom line that His Majesty instructed us to "not perish" has been upheld.

However, when he actually stepped into the Thunder Department's territory, even this seasoned Star Lord, who had seen it all, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Purple lightning and blue light intertwined into a net, and thunder rumbled incessantly, making the entire world seem like a boiling pool of thunder.

"What... what's going on?"

Venus's expression changed drastically. He swept his whisk quickly, and it transformed into a streak of light that broke through the lightning barrier.

When he entered, the sight before him made him gasp in shock.

Five Thunder Gods formed an array to guard the four directions, while eight Thunder Gods held swords to block the eight extremes. Twenty-four Thunder Gods hung high in the clouds, and thirty-six Thunder Gods spread their wings to cover the sky.

The generals of the Thunder Department stood solemnly like a forest, forming a formidable Thunder Prison.

In the center of the Thunder Prison, the True Lord in black robes moved like lightning.

Before him, the three war gods of the East, West, and Central regions had long lost their former imposing presence.

One by one, their faces were bruised and swollen, their bodies dull, and they were tightly bound by hundreds of solid lightning bolts hanging down from the clouds!

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The dull thuds, mixed with the faint sound of bones cracking, were exceptionally clear amidst the rolling thunder.

Chen Jiao's attacks were cunning and ruthless, his fists and palms aimed specifically at the faces of the three gods.

The Eastern War God's left cheek is bruised and swollen, the Western War God's nose is crooked, and the Central War God's lip is cracked.

Each punch sent a spray of golden blood flying, which splattered like shattered stars under the reflection of thunder.

Venus's eyelids twitched violently, and his mustache stood on end. He quickly shouted:

"Stop, My Lord! Show mercy!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiao's fist paused only slightly.

With a flick of his sleeves, he delivered another powerful punch to the God of War's brow.

The attack shattered his protective divine light, sending him flying backward and leaving a trail of blood hundreds of feet long in the clouds.

"The Star Lord has arrived just in time."

Chen Jiao finally stopped, and when he turned around, his clothes were still clean and free of dust.

"And bear witness for me."

These three war gods trespassed into the Thunder Department and insulted the Thunder Ancestor. What should their punishment be?

Upon hearing this, Venus paused slightly. He looked at the three war gods with bruised and swollen faces, and then at the thunder generals standing silently around him.

He suddenly realized that the Great Celestial Venerable had sent him here for reasons that were probably not as simple as just saving the God of War's life.