The giant ape, hundreds of feet in size, was none other than the Six-Eared Macaque, who had cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to the sixth level and advanced to the Quasi-Saint rank. The Six-Eared Macaque swung his huge fist at the Great Sun Tathagata, and thus, two Quasi-Saint level experts engaged in a battle with the Great Sun Tathagata.
Guang Chengzi fought against Duobao, Zhao Gongming and Wumi teased the Great Sun Tathagata. Of the seven quasi-saints who came, only Xuandu from the Human Sect and the refined middle-aged man full of scholarly fragrance remained.
Xuan Du looked at the middle-aged man with a refined and scholarly air and asked with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, Xuan Du greets you," and bowed.
The refined middle-aged man smiled calmly and said, "I have often heard my master mention the name Xuandu. My master is Tianfeng, the Heavenly Venerable of the Earth. I am Huang Shang, the eldest disciple of the Heavenly Venerable. Greetings, fellow Daoist Xuandu." He then returned the greeting.
Xuan Du looked at the mysterious Huang Shang, his heart filled with doubt. He thought to himself: I received a soul transmission from my master a few days ago, and Uncle Tianfeng has only been a disciple for a few days, so why is my disciple's cultivation so advanced...?
Huang Chang glanced at the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow indifferently, his expression serene, and said, "My master said that there is an opportunity for me here, so I came to take a look." As he spoke, he shook his hand, as if sensing the call of its "master". A flash of seven-colored divine light appeared, and the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow came to a steady stop in Huang Chang's hand, trembling, whether with excitement or sorrow, it was hard to tell.
Huang Chang gently stroked the bow with his right hand, and suddenly his figure multiplied into nine, leaving behind afterimages as he rushed towards the eight directions of heaven and earth and into the void, disappearing in the blink of an eye. This was the Spiral Nine Shadows, a lightness technique from Huang Chang's self-created Nine Yin Manual. It is unknown what Huang Chang has comprehended on the sword's edge and what kind of supernatural power he has created.
Guang Chengzi, Duobao Daoren, Zhao Gongming, Wumi, and Da Ri Rulai all looked at Xuandu with puzzlement, their hearts filled with confusion, when they saw that the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow had been taken away by a mysterious and powerful being.
Xuan Du said calmly, "Sage Tianfeng, Huang Shang," and then transformed into a stream of light and headed towards Shouyang Mountain.
All the quasi-saints cursed fiercely as they rode away on auspicious clouds and celestial light.
In the spring of the third year of the Shang Dynasty's Yuanli era, Zhang Guifang led an army of 200,000 to the foot of Mount Taihua on the edge of the Western Zhou Dynasty. That night, they set up camp at the foot of Mount Taihua, preparing to cross the mountain the next day.
On the second day, Zhang Guifang led an army of 200,000 to cross Mount Taihua. However, just as they were about to ascend the mountain, they suddenly heard a long laugh. They turned their heads and saw a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old floating in the air, several feet high. A blue halo and a red halo were spinning rapidly under his feet, making a whooshing sound.
Sensing the powerful aura emanating from the young man, Zhang Guifang frowned and asked, "Who are you, and why are you blocking my path?"
The young man chuckled and said, "I am a disciple of the Taiyi Zhenren of Jinguang Cave on Qianyuan Mountain. I have been ordered by my master to go down the mountain to Xiqi to help my Uncle Shen." As he spoke, he looked at Wen Zhong and the others with ill intent.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Guifang angrily shouted, "Since you're heading to Xiqi, why are you blocking my army's path here?"
Nezha chuckled and said softly, "I feel really bad about going to see my uncle empty-handed, so I'd like to borrow something from you all before I go?"
Zhang Guifang asked in a cold voice, "What is it?"
Nezha laughed loudly and said, "Your heads are on your necks."
Before Zhang Guifang could speak, a man suddenly stepped forward from among the generals and said, "General, this humble general Feng Lin volunteers to offer the head of that arrogant brat to you!"
Zhang Guifang's lips twitched, and after a long while, she said in a low voice, "Approved."
Feng Lin watched as Nezha floated in the sky, his enormous head bobbing as he muttered incantations. Suddenly, he roared in a low voice, "Nezha, you brat, behold the power of my magic weapon!" With that, he tossed out a crimson ball. The crimson ball, upon appearing, rapidly expanded. Within moments, it had grown into a sphere a hundred feet in diameter. A flash of red light appeared, followed by a bloodcurdling scream. Nezha lay sprawled on the ground, a fist-sized red bump appearing on his forehead. He gently stroked the bump, letting out a bloodcurdling cry of agony, his expression contorted in agony.
Seeing Nezha fall for the attack, Feng Lin laughed loudly, and the crimson giant ball slammed towards Nezha again, a smug smile playing on his lips. However, things didn't go as Feng Lin expected. His magic weapon missed Nezha, and Feng Lin frowned, realizing something was wrong. He retreated a thousand feet, but it was too late. Nezha's crimson Hun Tian Ling stretched into a thousand-foot-long thread, twisting and turning like a snake as it coiled around Feng Lin. In an instant, the Hun Tian Ling wrapped Feng Lin up like a human dumpling. Nezha looked at the trapped Feng Lin, his eyes flashing coldly, and he coldly shouted, "Shrink!" Instantly, the Hun Tian Ling shrank rapidly, and dark red blood seeped from between the threads. Suddenly, Nezha roared, his right hand trembling back and forth. A few breaths later, strips and pieces of flesh and blood were scattered on the ground, adding a touch of horror to the warm earth.
Nezha summoned back the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon), grabbed Feng Lin's head with his left hand, rode on a cloud, and laughed as he floated towards the top of Mount Taihua.
Nezha had flown no more than a hundred feet when he suddenly heard a loud shout from behind: "Nezha brat, you killed my sworn brother and you still want to leave? Humph, leave your money behind..."
[5 The End of the Primordial Era: The Consecration of Gods]
Chapter 134, Section 114: The Death of Zhang Guifang; The Immortals of Kowloon Island
After Nezha took the head of Fenglin with a single blow, he laughed and rode away on a cloud. But then a fearless soldier suddenly appeared. Nezha turned around and saw the soldier still cursing: "You wild brat, you hurt my sworn brother and still think you can leave unscathed? Humph, let me deal with you, you little brat."
In an instant, Feng Lin was killed. Zhang Guifang, as the commander of an army of 200,000 and also as a highly skilled immortal, had no time to act. Was it because his cultivation was insufficient? No, because he was also a Golden Immortal. So why? Because Zhang Guifang never expected that Nezha, a Golden Immortal, would attack a mortal. Although this mortal knew magic, a mortal was still a mortal, not an immortal. Therefore, Zhang Guifang did not realize that Nezha would take their lives. By the time Zhang Guifang came to his senses, Nezha had already ridden away on a cloud. Therefore, Zhang Guifang roared angrily, shouting, "Nezha, you brat, don't run away! Come and fight me for three hundred rounds, and I'll teach you a lesson!" As he spoke, he shook his huge head and chanted incantations. Circles of black ripples emanated from the helmet on Zhang Guifang's head, enveloping Nezha in the void. Suddenly, Zhang Guifang shouted, "Nezha, you brat, why don't you dismount and surrender at once?"
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