Chapter 118: Encounter of Fate

Big brother, the East Sea here is much better than the North Sea over there; in my opinion, the Demon Master should move our Demon Court over here!

A demon with a bird's head and human body stared at the pot of soup in front of him, saliva uncontrollably dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Yeah, that bitterly cold place in the North Sea is truly no place for demons to stay—desolate, with no people around, you can't even find anyone to have a celebratory drink with.

Another demon, with eight limbs and a ferocious face, echoed in agreement.

Cut the nonsense; the Demon Master placed our Demon Court in the North Sea for good reason—how dare you question his decision?

A demon with a pair of black wings on his back shouted coldly.

Don't dare!

Several demons repeatedly said they didn't dare, and all lowered their heads.

After all, the fearsome reputation of Demon Master Kunpeng was earned through slaughter.

Right, we should also be careful lately—we've lost quite a few demons, and this East Sea isn't exactly safe either.

The black-winged demon reminded, "Alright, the soup's almost ready—hurry up and eat!"

Just then, a water dragon rose from the sea behind several demons and surged toward them.

Watch out, enemy attack!

Startled, the black-winged demon shook his wings and shot up into the sky in an instant.

However, his subordinates weren't so quick—they were instantly swept into the sea by the water dragon.

At the same time, dark shadows lurked beneath the seabed; the few demons dragged underwater by the water dragon were instantly torn to pieces.

Dragon Clan!

A flash of blood light appeared in his eyes; the black-winged demon's back wings vibrated, and in the next instant, accompanied by piercing sounds, his black feathers turned into blades that shot toward the underwater dragon clan.

Nine Dragons Ice Seal!

With a low shout, a Nine Heavens Water Dragon rose, terrifying cold spreading instantly, transforming into an ice dragon to meet the incoming feathers in midair.

The ice dragon shattered, countless ice shards flying outward.

At the same time, a blue-haired youth wielding a pair of ice hammers shot up from within the ice dragon.

Be careful—this mixed-feather bird has the strength of a mid-stage Mystic Immortal!

A somewhat stuttering voice came over.

Got it, Master!

He acknowledged, and the blue-haired youth swung his ice hammers, reaching the black-winged demon in the blink of an eye.

Courting death!

Seeing that the opponent was merely a baby dragon, the black-winged demon flew into a rage.

After all, he was a Vanguard Officer personally appointed by the Demon Court—when had he ever been so slighted, that they'd send a baby dragon to deal with him?

Condensing a black spear in his hand, the black-winged demon thrust fiercely at the blue-haired youth.

Clang—

With a resounding boom, the black-winged demon was sent flying backward.

This is impossible!

The black-winged demon's heart jolted—he never expected this little guy's strength to be so great.

Dragon Twister Rain Strike!

Giving him no chance to catch his breath, Ao Bing instantly hurled his ice hammers overhead, transforming into two water dragons that spewed forth.

In an instant, massive waves gushed from the mouths of the two water dragons, so fast the black-winged demon had no time to react.

Boom—

With a muffled thud, the black-winged demon was blasted backward, one of his wings torn clean off, looking utterly miserable.

You brat, just wait—our Demon Court will never let your Dragon Clan off the hook!

The black-winged demon now realized that, though the baby dragon was young, his strength surpassed his own by a notch.

At this point, he didn't dare continue fighting; without a thought, he turned and prepared to flee.

But just as the black-winged demon turned, a flaming spear thrust out instantly, piercing straight through his neck.

Ugh—

Impaled on the spear midair, the black-winged demon still struggled, but such a grave injury meant he couldn't survive.

What a shame—such fine plumage, more than half destroyed!

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

The blue-haired youth who had just given chase saw a black-haired youth about his age holding a spear, hoisting the half-dead black-winged demon aloft.

Huh? You're from the Dragon Clan?

Nezha saw the blue-haired youth and was also somewhat surprised.

Just now, it was you who defeated this guy? Your strength isn't bad!

Nezha looked at the blue-haired youth and said.

Thanks for the praise!

The blue-haired youth spoke very politely.

Heh, I'm not praising you.

Nezha curled his lip and said, "Your strength is decent, but when you attack, you use too many flashy moves—my old man told me that when facing an enemy, you should strike at the vital points, preferably a killing blow. Look at you, you've knocked all his feathers off; how am I supposed to make clothes from his feathers now?"

Make clothes?

Hearing Nezha's words, the blue-haired youth raised his eyebrows slightly.

Of course, this mixed-feather bird was killed by me; his belongings are naturally my spoils—do you really want to fight me for them?

Nezha said this matter-of-factly.

But I'm the one who defeated him.

The blue-haired youth uncommonly spoke with some stubbornness.

Oh? You mean you also want this scruffy bird?

Ne Zha became interested, waving at the blue-haired youth and saying: "Come, I'll give you a chance; defeat me, and you can take that scruffy bird."

Good!

The blue-haired youth didn't know why, but felt an urge to spar with his opponent.

He gestured with both hands, and two water dragons in the air condensed again into ice hammers that fell into his hands.

Interesting!

Ne Zha shook his spear, and a pouch at his waist instantly sucked in the corpse of the black-wing demon tribe.

In the next moment, the two youths rushed at each other.

Is that a Demon Pill?

Shen Gongbao slowly rose from the water, looking at the two youths fighting in the air, and instantly recognized that the black-haired youth was indeed that person's son.

Demon Pill, Spirit Pearl—what a strange fate, huh?

Shen Gongbao muttered softly.

Shall we go help Ao Bing?

A little yellow dragon surfaced, showing a dragon head, and asked:

Go, go...

Shen Gongbao had just opened his mouth when the little yellow dragon beside him readied to rush out of the seawater to help.

Seeing this, Shen Gongbao hurriedly grabbed its head, saying: "Get lost, that's the Holy Dragon Sir's child!"

Hearing Shen Gongbao's words, the little yellow dragon whose head was held trembled all over from fright.

Just shake your head next time; don't talk like that, I can't stand it!

The little yellow dragon said somewhat speechlessly.

At the same time, the little yellow dragon looked at Ne Zha's appearance and said: "Hearing you say that, this kid actually bears some resemblance to the Holy Dragon Sir's demeanor—so handsome!"

Hearing that, Shen Gongbao glanced at the little yellow dragon with a speechless expression, thinking: "This kid can get things done; even without a leader, he can always flatter the other side at any time."

Dang—

Just then, the two youths fighting in the air separated again.

You're not bad; I'm Ao Nezha. What's your name?

It's rare to meet an evenly matched opponent; Ne Zha looked very excited.

After all, his brothers and sisters are not as strong as him, so sparring with them means little.

Moreover, his mother pulls no punches; every time they spar, he gets completely beaten down one-sidedly.

But sparring with the blue-haired youth before him is different; it's utterly exhilarating.

Ao Bing!

The blue-haired youth replied.