Chapter 975

Bai Lang charged and slaughtered, his momentum unstoppable. As for the baboon, he had encountered his own trouble—this time, it wasn't the Four Heavenly Kings facing him, but the Four Saint Marshals of the Arctic Exorcism Academy and the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals, who had descended directly, swearing to capture this great demon. Furthermore, they drove the thunder in the heavens to strike down incessantly. Zhou Shubi was utterly fearless; amidst his wild laughter and roars, he revealed his true baboon form—a mountain-sized baboon with a wolf's head, an ape's body, and a lion's tail. His demonic aura filled the four directions, surging up to the stars.

God knows where the Great Baboon Blade had gone; the baboon simply fought bare-handed, treating the thunder of the Nine Heavens as if it were fake. That's right, with this fellow's deep demonic aura, it was only natural for the heavens to strike him with lightning, but it was just as natural for Zhou the Baboon to treat this thunder like a fart. Having cultivated to the level of a Taiyi Golden Immortal, why would he fear thunder that could only be used to strike down thousand-year-old trash demons?

Bai Lang paused his charge. Both he and the demons under his command were terrified—the Arctic Exorcism Academy was a bunch of lunatics to begin with. The lightest punishment seemed to be exile for three thousand miles followed by hard labor at some Iron Bar Mountain? Any minor offense seemed to result in beheading? And the kind where the soul is scattered to the winds... "Damn it, if you get caught by them, you can't even serve time in a labor camp!" Bai Lang ordered, "Retreat! Retreat quickly! Let the baboon handle it himself!"

Bai Lang did not intend to leave; he was a disciple, so why the hell would he run?! Therefore, he had to fight, just like the current battle where he charged into the formation of the Four Heavenly Kings. The sound of the warhorse's hooves was like thunder, and the horse spear was like a sudden flash of lightning, piercing toward the Four Heavenly Kings. Then, man and horse as one, the warhorse seemed like a swimming dragon, instantly cutting into the battle formation of Zhou Shubi and the various marshals and generals of the Arctic Exorcism Academy. In a flash, he struck dozens of times, bringing these heavenly gods into his range of attack.

It could be said that Bai Lang was reckless with his life. According to his cultivation, he was merely a lowly Taiyi Earth Immortal; how could he be a match for these great generals of the North Pole? It was just that this person was filled with baleful aura, and with the White Tiger Star Lord entering his destiny, his attack power alone far exceeded his rank. The baboon was the same; though called a Taiyi Golden Immortal, he actually just lacked a background from a prestigious sect. Otherwise, he would be a Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.

Just like that Qianshan Zhenren.

Bai Lang's strike really forced these gods to retreat. If they didn't, they would truly bleed and be injured. Moreover, that baleful aura could genuinely harm their divine bodies. Coupled with that terrifying baboon demon, if they were injured and couldn't dodge while he gathered demonic aura in his hands, a light cannon blast would likely result in the destruction of both body and soul.

"Good disciple! To think you'd still be willing to help your master; I've received your filial piety! Off you go!" Zhou Shubi laughed loudly, grabbed Bai Lang, and tossed him. Bai Lang rode the clouds and mist away, his body wrapped in demonic lightning, making it impossible for those great generals and heavenly soldiers to touch him. "That thieving soldier! Looks like he intends to carry it all alone." Bai Lang muttered, being thrown away in the process. The last thing he saw was the baboon laughing wildly as he pulled all the marshals and heavenly generals into some space; it seemed a fight to the death was about to unfold.

The force on Bai Lang's body vanished; he was already a thousand miles away. Yet, what of it? Before him appeared an endless sea of clouds, and opposite him stood a figure holding a three-pointed, double-edged blade. Bai Lang let out a long breath, "In the end, I still have to have a go with the God of War of the Heavenly Court. Fine." Bai Lang lifted his leg and dismounted; the warhorse turned into clouds and smoke, disappearing without a trace. He held his long spear and walked forward slowly.

The opponent was the same. After three steps, both sides suddenly accelerated and swung their weapons simultaneously. As the spear blade and the sword blade clashed, Bai Lang felt the surging divine power. He turned his wrist slightly, attempting to deflect the great force, while his Golden Bell Shield martial arts reflected the opponent's divine power back. It was also an exquisite technique for deflecting force, and Bai Lang knew then that the martial arts of this Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun were no less than his own.

It was meant to be so; in terms of martial arts with battle weapons, Erlang Zhenjun had also long since reached the divine level through a thousand hammerings. Bai Lang and Yang Jian fought fiercely, the battle in this ten-thousand-foot sea of clouds scattering the ominous clouds. The resulting formation was so tight that even the Third Prince, who was watching from the outside, couldn't cut in. The Third Prince transformed into his three-headed, six-armed form, using all his dharma treasures, yet he couldn't find a gap to intervene, even though the power they were using for the battle seemed mediocre to him.

"This is the pinnacle of martial arts." Nezha sighed endlessly. Yang Jian had limited his own power to Bai Lang's level, and this battle could be called truly satisfying, making Nezha envious. After hundreds of rounds of fierce fighting, Bai Lang directly pulled out his iron mace for close-quarters brawling, while Yang Jian, just like Bai Lang, casually released his three-pointed, double-edged blade and drew his horizontal sword, also slashing continuously—in truth, both sides no longer needed to care about the length of their weapons, but that's how it goes when you're caught up in the excitement.

Their martial arts were equal. Even with his abilities suppressed, Yang Jian's divine power was still slightly superior. However, Bai Lang's Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield and White Tiger Fist had long since merged with him over so many years. Even if Zhou Shubi, who had passed them to Bai Lang, were to practice them again, he likely wouldn't reach Bai Lang's level.

Having fought to this extent, how could Bai Lang not know the opponent was holding back? He was very satisfied. However, seeing Yang Jian come to intercept him, Zhou the Baboon likely hadn't been caught. That made sense; how could that great demon be captured just like that? Unless the Arctic Exorcism Academy deployed the Heaven and Earth Net with a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers, it should be impossible to catch this guy. Anyway, listening to his own bragging, unless Tathagata himself took action, even Guanyin Bodhisattva couldn't subdue him—this had already been verified during the Investiture of the Gods.

Bai Lang and Yang Jian both stopped, each retracting their weapons. Yang Jian turned and left without a word, while Bai Lang stood leaning on his horse spear, looking as if his mind were wandering beyond the heavens—don't talk too much; what if he asked a stupid question like "Why am I fine? Why aren't you arresting me?" and made it difficult for the other party to explain? If that forced the other party to go all out, would he really have to go to heaven and serve time in a labor camp like a thieving soldier?

Others were "listening to orders but not to announcements," and they had already held back significantly. Don't be a fool and make things difficult for them; sneaking away was the proper thing to do.

And so, Bai Lang prepared to run. He still had that much ability. "Hey! Take your men!" This was the youth stepping on fire wheels who had run back. As his fire-tipped spear pointed, one could see red silk ribbons tightly binding a thousand large-bodied demons. "Is this Huntian Ling that powerful?" Bai Lang was also startled. "They're all stained with auras and abilities that don't belong here. If you don't take them away, you won't be leaving either."

"Speak more politely!" Bai Lang really wanted to say that, but since he was the weakest here, he couldn't open his mouth and could only nod submissively. "This is a dilemma. How the hell am I supposed to take these guys away?"

(End of chapter)