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

On the Western Sea, waves surge and overlap.

When the two demons heard Prince Moang's question, they were not afraid at all; instead, they looked at each other and laughed strangely.

Having long reigned supreme in deep waters and marshes, they are wild and untamed; how could they possibly take this prince of the Dragon Palace seriously?

Even though Prince Moang had a good reputation, in their eyes he was nothing more than a spoiled brat who relied on his bloodline and wealth.

The water monkey demon king, a rare and powerful spirit from the water realm, now stood firmly on the waves, held his black iron rod horizontally over his shoulder, his fangs bared, and chuckled:

"You call me 'my dear grandson' so loudly, your voice is so loud it makes my ears itch."

What's wrong? All you do is shout, but you never actually come up to show your respect?"

The black python demon king with a thin neck and triangular head beside him also let out a sinister laugh.

"It's nothing more than a dragon spirit that has risen up by relying on its ancestors' blessings and indulging in heavenly treasures."

While your grandfathers were devouring the essence of the sun and moon and fighting for food, you, little baby, were probably still rolling around in an egg!

But this vast and boundless Western Sea is certainly not a bathtub for your Dragon Palace alone.

A few shrimp soldiers and crab generals patrolling the sea, weak and feeble-boned, had offended Grandpa's bad luck and now they were making a racket.

His black robe billowed, his dark armor gleamed, and his long, thin tongue flickered nervously as he spoke in a sinister tone:

"I advise you to go back to that crystal palace as soon as possible, and enjoy fine wine with your beautiful concubine."

"The wind and waves are fierce outside. Be careful not to bump into your precious body; then I won't be able to explain it to your Dragon King father!"

The two demons spoke crudely and acted arrogantly, showing no regard for the renowned Dragon Palace Crown Prince.

Prince Moang's face was ashen. Hearing this, he did not reply, but only let out a cold snort.

With a mere flick of his silver spear, a clear, resonant dragon's roar erupted from the spear, overwhelming the raging winds and waves.

The tip of the spear suddenly exploded into countless cold stars, and the surrounding surging waves momentarily froze.

With a swift movement, he was like a streak of lightning, tearing through the turbid waves of demonic energy, and thrusting his spear straight at the two demons, his chilling killing intent instantly locking down the surrounding area!

Before the spearhead even arrived, its unparalleled sharpness had already forced the monkey demon's red hair to curl back and his indigo skin to sting slightly.

Although the two demons spoke lightly, they were startled upon seeing this and immediately let out a strange cry, each brandishing their weapons to meet the attack.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed across the sea and sky, and a violent shockwave exploded, pressing a huge dent into the sea below.

Five hundred elite warriors from the Dragon Palace shouted in unison, formed a battle formation, and advanced, their weapons gleaming in the sunlight, exuding a sinister aura.

What a fierce battle! As the poem testifies:

The prince is enraged, a wild and unruly monster, wielding a silver spear, iron cudgel, and crescent-shaped staff. A true dragon's offspring, his methods are superb, displaying his might as well overturn rivers and seas.

The ferocious monkey and the treacherous python king stir up trouble and display their ferocity. Shrimp soldiers surge forth, crab generals surround them, and their shouts shake the heavens to aid the Dragon King.

This one captured thieves to protect the palace; those two, however, brought disaster upon themselves because of their greed for treasure.

The western sea is turbid, obscuring the sun; a thousand layers of treacherous waves are all swept away. No one knows whose skill is superior; only the sounds of wind, thunder, and lightning can be heard.

For a time, guns and clubs clashed, the fighting creating a gloomy atmosphere and raging waves, leaving not a single calm ripple in the vast ocean.

Although Prince Moang was brave, he was ultimately fighting two demons alone. The two demons were also vicious and unruly, and the battle was evenly matched for a time.

…………

Thousands of miles away, high in the sky.

The clouds billowed and the banners fluttered.

Chen Jiao rode a Xie Zhi, leading the Lei Mansion's entourage towards the West Sea.

The generals of Lei Mansion stood in formation around them, their armor silent, with only the sound of flowing clouds and howling wind.

A vast expanse of water vapor was already rushing towards us, and in the distance, we could see the turbid waves reaching the sky, rising and falling in waves.

The originally vast and boundless water energy was now in a state of disorder and boiling, with the surging turbulence palpable even from a distance.

Amidst the shifting energy, the sounds of battle and warfare mingled with the tide's roar. I was engrossed in Chapter 333, "Observing the Dragon Prince Battle the Two Demons, the True Lord Sends Generals to Assist the Divine Blade," unable to tear myself away. This disturbed my spiritual energy.

All the generals sensed something and their eyes flickered slightly.

Fei Peng stood to one side, sensing the presence ahead. His brow twitched slightly, and he turned his head to look at the True Lord, who was concentrating with his eyes closed. He whispered, "True Lord..."

Chen Jiao slowly opened his eyes, and the blazing white lightning deep within them gradually faded, returning to a deep and calm state.

"Just observe."

The cloud chariot never stopped, and in a short while, they arrived at the shore of the Western Sea.

But what one could see were turbid waves surging into the sky, raging waves like mountains, and a deafening roar. Thousands of snowy waves crashed against the cliffs, shattering jade and flying pearls.

The once clear sea and sky were now filled with a heavy demonic aura and the essence of aquatic creatures, creating a turbulent and noisy atmosphere.

"Moang grandson! How can you be so useless?"

With such meager skills, you dare boast about capturing your grandfather? Hahaha!

It was the eerie laughter of the red-haired water monkey demon king, arrogant and domineering, echoing above the raging waves of the sea.

Prince Moang also coldly retorted, "You ignorant and foolish monkey, all you can do is boast about your sharp tongue?"

Between the sea and the sky, amidst the surging waves, a figure in silver armor and a snow-white robe moved swiftly, his spear flashing like a dragon—it was none other than Prince Moang.

He fought two demon kings, the Water Monkey and the Black Python, single-handedly displaying his spirit. His spear technique was accompanied by wind and thunder, maintaining the majestic dignity of the Dragon Palace.

However, those two demons were not easy to deal with. They darted and rolled in the turbid waves, unleashing their demonic magic frequently, displaying extraordinary ferocity.

For a time, the two sides were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand.

The generals of Lei Mansion, watching from the clouds, all focused intently on the fierce battle between the sea and sky below.

General Qian Tian, ​​his hand resting on the golden whip at his waist, his eyes flashing like lightning, couldn't help but nod in praise:

The Thunder-Slaying General, standing nearby, nodded slightly upon hearing this and replied:

"What the general says is very true. Since ancient times, the dragon race has gradually declined, and talented people have not been able to keep up."

It is truly remarkable that this dragon prince possesses such imposing presence and cultivation, able to fight two opponents simultaneously amidst the raging waves, maintaining a balanced approach to offense and defense. His temperament and courage are both excellent.

only……"

He paused slightly, his gaze falling on the two demons locked in combat with Moang, his brows furrowing slightly.

"It's just that both demons follow the path of fierceness and power, and they are also very well coordinated."

"In a prolonged battle, strength will dissipate and energy will wane. If the dragon prince cannot achieve a swift victory, his strength may be depleted, making him vulnerable to the demon's attack."

Upon hearing this, the generals on either side all nodded slightly, clearly sharing the same view.

On the battlefield, the worst thing to do is to engage in prolonged combat, especially when one is fighting against many. If one cannot win quickly, one is likely to fall into a passive position and be taken advantage of by the enemy.

Chen Jiao, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them. His gaze swept over the churning waves and the figures engaged in fierce combat below, and he spoke:

"Chuihai, go and help him."

Among the generals standing by, a tall and imposing general in black armor stepped forward, none other than the commander of the Sea-Blowing and Wave-Unleashing Army.

"This subordinate obeys."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already fallen into the sea like a meteor, transforming into a dark blue stream of light, parting the clouds, and falling straight into the raging waves of the Western Sea.

The sea below.

The black python demon king seized an opening, its thick, long body twisting violently, its black robe billowing as dark scales gleamed.

The heavy crescent-shaped staff in his hand swept across with a fierce, foul wind, smashing three elite crab generals who were trying to surround him, sending them flying backward along with their shields, spitting out blood.

He then spun the staff, stirring up the turbulent currents of the seawater, transforming it into a fierce, dark arc of light that aimed directly at Prince Moang's waist and abdomen. The attack was powerful, heavy, and extremely ruthless, precisely targeting his vulnerable spot.

Prince Moang, holding a silver spear, was blocking the iron cudgel that the Water Monkey Demon King was using to split Mount Hua.

Suddenly, he felt a fierce wind and waves crashing down on his side. He felt a chill run down his spine and was about to parry with his spear.