Chapter 175: Great Victory

Princess, do we not need the Third Prince to go up today?

Seeing that today's fighter is the usually unremarkable Ao Qian, Wen Zhong couldn't help but feel somewhat worried.

After all, compared to the flamboyant Nezha, Ao Qian is really too low-key.

Wen Tai Shi, please rest assured, this child Ao Qian is fine.

Lady Yin said with a smile.

Huh? Today it's not Zha'er who's fighting, but changed to Qian'er?

Just then, a voice suddenly sounded among the crowd.

Wen Zhong's heart jolted, and he couldn't help but look toward the suddenly appearing Ao Yifan; the other's movement was too fast, so fast that he almost had no time to react.

Prince Consort, you're back, how's the situation over there?

Lady Yin's face showed a hint of joy, and the others also turned their gaze toward him.

It's settled; in the short term, there won't be any problems.

Ao Yifan said.

Quick, look, they've also sent someone out over there!

Just then, Princess Longji pointed toward the direction of the Northern Sea Princes' Grand Army and said.

In the next moment, everyone saw a monster with twin wings on its back and an extremely ugly rat's head fly out.

It's him again, Flying Birth!

Fairy Yunhua furrowed her brows; she also knew Flying Birth's origins. Ao Qian is her child, and now facing him, she couldn't help but feel worried.

Don't worry, Qian'er is fine.

Ao Yifan gently embraced Fairy Yunhua to comfort her, saying: "Don't forget, I gave Qian'er the Illuminating World Bright Lamp; even if he can't defeat the opponent, Qian'er can remain invincible."

At this moment, Queen Jiang also chimed in: "Fairy Yunhua, Prince Consort is right; this Flying Birth has just been revived not long ago, its strength is less than one-tenth of its peak, Qian'er can handle it."

These people sure have big mouths!

Listening to their conversation, Wen Zhong's heart couldn't help but be stirred by waves.

At this moment, he also recalled the origins of Flying Birth.

That is one of the Ten Great Monster Marshals of the Ancient Monster Court; even though the opponent has long since fallen, now merely revived through some means, its strength is insufficient, but Ao Qian is just a junior—can he really handle such a formidable opponent?

Meanwhile, on the other side, Flying Birth, seeing the opponent's formation, found it not the doll-carrying figure he had expected, and felt somewhat surprised.

Today, why isn't it that Nezha who's fighting?

Flying Birth held a steel fork, looked at Ao Qian, and asked.

Your opponent is me!

Ao Qian didn't waste words with the opponent; in the blink of an eye he unleashed the Golden Bow Silver Bullet, striking first.

Watching the incoming silver bullet, Flying Birth cursed loudly, "No martial virtue!" and then swung his steel fork at the bullet.

But after Flying Birth knocked the silver bullet away, he looked up and saw the Three-Eyed Kid already rushing to his face, wielding a three-pointed two-edged blade that came down toward him.

Bang—

The heavy strike changed Flying Birth's expression; he realized he had somewhat underestimated the Three-Eyed Kid.

However, engaging in close combat with this Marshal is your biggest mistake!

Blocking Ao Qian's attack, Flying Birth's face showed a hint of a cruel smile.

In the next moment, only seeing him open his mouth and spit out, a mass of green poisonous gas instantly enveloped Ao Qian entirely.

Hehe, kid, you've been hit close-range by this Marshal's poison; you're doomed!

Flying Birth snorted coldly, his strength somewhat restored; his poison, even against a Golden Immortal, is lethal on contact.

But before Flying Birth could rejoice too long, suddenly, a blade flashing with cold light fiercely stabbed out from the poisonous gas.

The sudden change left Flying Birth with no reaction; his shoulder was fiercely pierced through by Ao Qian's three-pointed two-edged blade.

Damn it!

His figure repeatedly retreated; Flying Birth couldn't understand why his poisonous gas had no effect on the opponent.

But Ao Qian had no intention of letting him go; his figure shot out at extreme speed, and above his head, the Illuminating World Bright Lamp slowly turned, emitting a soft light.

It was precisely this unassuming light that indeed blocked all the surrounding poisonous gas outside, unable to harm Ao Qian in the slightest.

This is!

Looking at Ao Qian's head-mounted Illuminating World Bright Lamp, Flying Birth almost popped his eyes out.

Just what kind of person is this Three-Eyed Kid before me? How could he possibly possess such a formidable treasure?

Flying Birth, who had also once been wealthy, naturally recognized at a glance the might of the Illuminating World Bright Lamp.

But he couldn't fathom how such a formidable treasure, normally only accessible to high-ranking members of great sects, could be given to a junior.

However, before Flying Birth could think further, Ao Qian's attack came again, and this time it was even more ferocious than before.

Only seeing a golden light shoot out from his celestial eye, landing on the Illuminating World Bright Lamp above his head.

Immediately after, a sky-filling golden light shot forth, sweeping toward Flying Birth like a violent storm.

His steel fork kept swinging, but the golden light before him was simply too much; Flying Birth couldn't possibly block it all, and soon his body was covered in gruesome bloody holes.

Seeing this, Flying Birth's soul nearly fled in terror.

In the next moment, amid everyone's shocked gazes, Flying Birth directly severed one of his own arms, wrapped in a green blood mist, and his whole body turned into a fleeting afterimage, shooting off into the distance.

Flee? He fled?

At this moment, the most heavily struck were the Northern Sea Princes' Grand Army.

They came full of confidence, never expecting that their greatest reliance, the legendary one of the Ten Great Monster Marshals, Flying Birth, would be defeated by a youngster after just a few exchanges.

Moreover, Flying Birth was too unrighteous, saying he'd flee and then fleeing, not even notifying them.

Kill!

At the moment the Northern Sea Lords were stunned, the experienced Wen Zhong seized the opportunity, leading his army in a full-force charge.

After all, it's rare to encounter such an opportunity when an enemy general flees the battlefield and morale plummets.

Wen Zhong reacted quickly, but Ne Zha of the Double Flower Red Club at Chen Tang Pass was even faster.

Having watched Ao Xin's fight, he was already itching to act; as soon as he moved, a fire dragon appeared, routing the Northern Sea Lords' army so they discarded helmets and armor.

"Big brother, surrender, surrender quickly!"

"The Ground Squirrels' Second Chief shouted loudly."

But before his words even finished, he saw his older brother already prostrating himself in a five-point bow toward the fire-spitting boy in the air, not daring to rise even though he seemed to be on fire.

"Big brother truly lives up to being big brother—our surrender speed can't compare to his."

The Ground Squirrels' Second Chief also hurriedly imitated his older brother, beginning to prostrate himself in a five-point bow.

"But big brother's butt is on fire—it smells great!"

…

Because Fei Tan fled, the Northern Sea Lords' army collapsed entirely.

When Ne Zha returned with a group of Ground Squirrels, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Haha, Mother, these are my new little brothers; they say they're best at digging underground, so we can entrust them with our tens of thousands of mu of vegetable fields."

Ne Zha pointed his fire-tip spear at the group of Ground Squirrels behind him and said with a smile.