Chapter 288: War God Ne Zha Appears

It's over!

Jiang Ziya looked toward the Yin Shang army camp, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, his expression changed, and he said to Ji Fa beside him, "My lord, please order a retreat—something has happened over there!"

Hearing this, Ji Fa's face turned deathly pale.

Although he didn't know what had happened, anything that could throw the Chancellor into such disarray was certainly no trivial matter.

Withdraw, all troops retreat!

Ji Fa immediately ordered the Xi Qi army to retreat.

At the same time, a pillar of fire shot up from the direction of the Yin Shang army camp.

Next, three figures swiftly flew toward the Xi Qi army—none other than Daoist Cihang and the brothers Jin Tu and Mu Tu.

"Senior Sister Cihang, Senior Brother Wenshu…"

Although he already knew the result, Jiang Ziya still pretended ignorance and asked.

"Uncle Jiang, a Jie Sect expert has appeared in the Yin Shang army camp; we were ambushed, we're all injured, and our master…"

Jin Tu spoke with a face full of grief and indignation, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, a picture of severe injury.

"Goodness, this kid's got talent—his acting is almost as good as mine!"

Jiang Ziya looked at the starving Jin Tu, and couldn't help but think to himself.

But he had no idea that Jin Tu's state was no act—he was truly injured.

After all, borrowing the power to kill Wenshu Guangfa Tianzun in a single strike, he was merely severely injured—already a testament to his strong physique.

Of course, this was also thanks to a single drop of diluted Three Light Divine Water bestowed by Jin Tu's mother, allowing him to barely move.

As for why not use the full Three Light Divine Water to let Jin Tu fully recover?

That was naturally to let the remaining Twelve Golden Immortals see.

After all, in this battle Wenshu Guangfa Tianzun fell; if everyone else remained unharmed, that would be too unreasonable.

And Jin Tu's injuries are the finest medal of his promotion!

Just then, the Yin Shang great army came pursuing from behind, and vaguely, a mass of fire gathered above the army's head.

A terrifying aura kept sweeping in; obviously, an expert was hidden within the fire cloud.

"Uh-oh, a Jie Sect expert is coming!"

Jin Tu's expression changed.

"Who dares to hurt my elder brother!"

Suddenly, an angry shout rang out.

The next moment, a pillar of fire shot up from the Chentang Pass army camp as well, rushing to meet the fire cloud.

"Elder brother, it's me, your younger brother!"

Seeing this fire, Mu Tu's expression changed and he shouted loudly, "Younger brother, be careful—the opponent is very strong!"

"Second brother, don't worry, I'll be careful!"

Ne Zha answered with a sound, then, under everyone's gaze, dove headfirst into the fire cloud.

Immediately, everyone saw that within the fire cloud, fierce fighting sounds kept coming.

Countless sparks flew, enveloping the entire battlefield.

"Younger brother, you're getting stronger and stronger!"

The severely injured Jin Tu showed a hint of relief on his face.

And Mu Tu, who was supporting him, also nodded seriously, saying, "Younger brother often stays by our mother's side, receiving her personal guidance—his strength has indeed risen quickly."

Beside them, Daoist Cihang glanced lightly at Mu Tu.

Noticing his master's gaze, Mu Tu gave an embarrassed smile.

"I think I misspoke—given the relationship between my master and my father, if I say this in front of my master, will he later make me wear small shoes?"

Mu Tu secretly thought to himself.

Meanwhile, the battle within the fire cloud continued, and even Wen Zhong couldn't help but marvel at the terrifying explosive power.

"Truly, heroes emerge in every age—that little Ne Zha is now this strong."

Wen Zhong lowered his voice and said, "Just… the Crown Prince said that Chentang Pass's rebellion is only a pretense—what's going on?"

To be frank, Wen Zhong is a bit puzzled by Princess Su Zhi's actions.

But with that Prince Consort present, he can only follow orders and dare not speak rashly.

At the same time, within the fire cloud, Yin Jiao propped one arm on Ne Zha's shoulder, watching not far away as two mechanical Ne Zha fought frenziedly.

"Younger cousin, is that the mechanical Ne Zha you mentioned? I never expected it to be this strong—when can you also craft a few custom-made ones for me, older cousin?"

Yin Jiao said with a smile.

Hearing that, Ne Zha shook his head and said, "Crafting mechanical Ne Zha of this grade requires materials too precious, available only from my father's place; I also need to build an army of mechanical Ne Zha to compete with the Three-Eyed Baby, so I have no spare materials to make any for you right now."

"Then, that'll do!"

Yin Jiao nodded understandingly and said, "Next, the Chan Sect side should have a major operation—I'll leave it to you."

"Don't worry!"

Ne Zha nodded and said, "According to my father's plan, soon the entire Chan Sect will bear the surname Ao; however, you and your older cousin Yin Hong will also have to endure some hardship—are you all right?"

"No problem—for the great cause of our Great Shang's millennium, a little sacrifice is worth it!"

Yin Jiao said, "After all, my aunt promised that no matter what, the throne of the Great King of Yin Shang is mine—what do I have to worry about?"

"Alright, older cousin, as long as you understand, the time is about right!"

Ne Zha said, and then he issued commands to the two mechanical Ne Zha currently fighting.

Immediately, the two mechanical Ne Zha's eyes flashed with red light.

"Boom—"

A tremendous explosion tore the fire clouds apart, almost dyeing the entire sky blood‑red.

Both armies were flung into the air by the terrifying blast.

After everything settled, the crowd saw a formidable figure standing on wind‑fire wheels at the blast's center—who else could it be but Nezha?

Strong!

Too strong!

Watching the youth in the sky, everyone could only remember his mighty back.

"Swish—"

With a sweep of his fire‑tip spear, a wall of fire rose before the two armies.

This wall is the boundary—cross it, and you die!

Silent, a deathly silence.

With Nezha, the killing god, present, not a single soldier of the Yin Shang army dared cross the fire wall.

Meanwhile, the Western Qi army, again heavily wounded, lost any thought of counterattack; under the command of Ji Fa and Jiang Ziya, they began an orderly retreat.

Although a Golden Immortal of the Great Luo perished in this battle, it also established Nezha's status as the rebel army's war god.

For the rebel forces as a whole, the loss was not great.

After all, Nezha is now like a faith to the rebels; with him, they still have hope.

But for the Western Qi army, this is absolutely not a good thing.

Simply, since raising their troops, the Western Qi army has suffered repeated setbacks.

Meanwhile, the Chen Tang Pass forces that had just joined the rebels kept winning battle after battle.

Thus, within the rebel forces, the call for Chen Tang Pass to take the lead grew louder and louder.

Many rebel lords have already begun visiting Chen Tang Pass, preparing to defect to its side.

For these people, Chen Tang Pass naturally turns none away, causing the Western Qi army, which originally led the rebel forces, to see its strength begin to wane.