Chapter 161: True Lord Battles the False Sage

Hearing the Erlang God's words, Su Chen walked out from behind the Bull Niu Mowang, met Yang Jian's gaze, and bowed neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"I am Su Chen, greetings to the True Lord."

Yang Jian's gaze fell upon Su Chen, and the divine eye on his forehead flickered slightly.

Su Chen seemed not to notice that scrutinizing gaze and continued: "I have long heard of the True Lord's great name; I have often heard people say the True Lord is upright and incorruptible, distinguishing right from wrong, and it has been a great regret that I have never been able to meet you. Seeing you today, you truly live up to your reputation; the True Lord's divine might is awe-inspiring, and you are indeed a true cultivator of virtue."

Su Chen started off with a round of flattery.

However, he was not just spouting nonsense; he had indeed long heard of the Erlang God's great name, as this figure was a household name in the world Su Chen had lived in during his previous life.

He had admired the Erlang God's great name since his previous life.

As the saying goes, one does not strike a smiling face.

Yang Jian was a person who always responded to soft tactics rather than hard ones, and Su Chen's words sounded quite pleasant to his ears.

The coldness on his face eased slightly, and he said: "You are a person who understands etiquette. Since you all say that the demon monkey who caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace is not the Sun Wukong of Huaguo Mountain, do you know where that demon monkey is now? As long as you can point out his whereabouts, I will leave Huaguo Mountain and not make things difficult for you."

The Bull Niu Mowang and the others were stunned upon hearing this.

They had not expected Yang Jian to be so easy to talk to.

But the problem was, they didn't know where that fake monkey had run off to either!

Just as the several Great Sages were looking at each other in dismay, Su Chen pointed to the south without hesitation.

"I dare not deceive the True Lord; as far as I know, the demon monkey who impersonated my brother should be on an island in the sea three thousand miles south of Huaguo Mountain at this moment."

When these words were spoken, not only Yang Jian, but even the Bull Niu Mowang and the others were shocked.

How did Su Chen know?

Why didn't they know?

Yang Jian's divine eye looked at Su Chen.

Su Chen's expression was calm, his gaze clear, without the slightest evasion; it did not look like he was lying.

"Good." Yang Jian was not a person who dragged his feet; he had come here only to fulfill the decree and capture the demon, and since he had a lead, he did not wish to waste more breath at Huaguo Mountain.

"Since that is the case, let's go!"

He waved a hand at the Meishan brothers and the grass-headed gods behind him, keeping his word and truly no longer making things difficult for the people of Huaguo Mountain, and rode his cloud, leading the army in a grand procession straight toward the south.

Not until the layer of clouds that had blotted out the sky disappeared on the horizon did the Flood Dragon Niu Mowang manage to lean in close to Su Chen and ask in a low voice: "Brother Su Chen, how did you know where that fake was? You weren't just guessing, were you? What if Yang Jian makes a wasted trip and comes back to cause us trouble?"

Su Chen looked into the distance and shook his head: "I wasn't guessing."

"Oh, then how did you know?" the Bull Niu Mowang and the others were puzzled.

Su Chen smiled and explained: "The place where the Third Prince Nezha last clashed with that fake was in that direction. I reckoned that the fake wouldn't be too far from Huaguo Mountain, so I had Yan Que send people to pay attention to the movements of all the islands near Huaguo Mountain. Just now, Yan Que sent word that the fake is on a deserted island in the south."

"So that's it!" The Bull Niu Mowang gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely: "Brother Su Chen, you are still as thorough as ever in your actions."

Back then, he felt that Su Chen's cultivation was unfathomable, but he could roughly perceive that he should be a high-ranking person who had stepped into the Immortal Dao.

Above the East Sea, a deserted, uninhabited lonely island.

The Liu Er Mihou was sitting on a reef, staring blankly at the boundless East Sea before him.

Suddenly, his ears twitched, and the expression on his face changed.

His Six-Eared divine ability, which allowed him to listen well and know the past and future, let him clearly hear the conversation between Su Chen and Yang Jian that had just taken place at Huaguo Mountain.

"Yang Jian? Heh, just in time!"

The Liu Er Mihou not only had no trace of fear, but instead, a raging fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

Although the Jade Emperor and the Buddha had instructed him to "be defeated and captured" in this battle, since his opponent was the Heavenly Court's God of War, Yang Jian, how could he miss such a good opportunity to make a name for himself?

He wanted to let all living beings in the Three Realms see that he, this "Great Sage Equal to Heaven," was more than just a little bit stronger than that Sun Wukong!

He sprang up from the reef, reached into his ear with his right hand, and the Heart-Following Iron Rod appeared in his hand.

Carrying the iron rod, he soared into the sky, advancing instead of retreating, and actually took the initiative to meet Yang Jian in the direction he was coming from.

Before long, the two met above the East Sea.

Yang Jian looked at the monkey who had come to meet him, wearing golden armor and a golden crown, holding an iron rod, exactly the same as described in the intelligence.

"Are you Sun Wukong?" Yang Jian asked in a deep voice, holding his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear.

"I am your Grandpa Sun!" The Liu Er Mihou grinned and shouldered the iron rod. "Yang Jian, I hear you are the Heavenly Court's God of War; today, Old Sun wants to meet you and see exactly how much weight you have!"

"What an arrogant demon monkey!"

Behind Yang Jian, Guo Shen, the Zhi Jian General among the six Meishan brothers, shouted angrily and was about to step forward.

"Stand down." Yang Jian raised a hand to stop him, his gaze locked tightly on the Liu Er Mihou. "I will meet him."

He could see that this demon monkey's aura was heavy and condensed, and his magical power was vigorous; he was indeed a formidable opponent.

Before the words had faded, Yang Jian's figure had already transformed into a streak of silver light, and the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in his hand tore through the sky, carrying unparalleled momentum, straight toward the Liu Er Mihou's face.

"Well fought!"

The Liu Er Mihou shouted, neither dodging nor evading, swung the Heart-Following Iron Rod, and smashed it against the blade's edge.

"Clang—!"

A deafening sound of metal clashing resounded through the clouds.

The violent air waves exploded with the two as the center, forcing a huge depression into the sea surface below.

With one strike, they were evenly matched.

Yang Jian felt a slight chill in his heart, flipped his wrist, and the blade's momentum changed abruptly, like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace to follow, instantly manifesting thousands of blade shadows, enveloping all the vital points of the Liu Er Mihou's body.

The Liu Er Mihou was also unhurried, dancing the iron rod in his hand until it was impenetrable, forming an airtight iron wall, blocking all the blade shadows.

The two fought from the clouds to the sea surface, and then from the sea surface into the depths of the sea, each showing their magical powers, fighting until the sky was dark and the sun and moon lost their light.

Yang Jian deployed the magical power of Law, Heaven, and Earth, transforming into a giant ten thousand feet tall, and the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in his hand, like a mountain range, pressed down from above.

The Liu Er Mihou also transformed into a demonic ape ten thousand feet tall, wielding an iron rod like a pillar supporting the sky, and struck back fiercely.

For a time, above the East Sea, giant waves surged, and the wind and clouds changed color.

The Meishan brothers and the twelve hundred grass-headed gods were terrified to watch; they could not intervene in a battle of this level at all.

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Precious Hall.

The Jade Emperor and the immortals were watching this earth-shattering battle through the Haotian Mirror.

"What a Yang Jian! What a demon monkey!"

The Jade Emperor looked at the world-destroying scene in the mirror, no joy or anger visible on his face.

Bodhisattva Guanyin, standing to the side, also had a calm expression.

It was Taishang Laojun who, watching the two fighting to a standstill in the mirror, stroked his beard, his brows furrowing slightly.

"This demon monkey actually has some skills, to be able to fight Yang Jian to a draw."

He watched for a while and took the initiative to say to the Jade Emperor: "Your Majesty, if they continue to fight like this, who knows when a winner will be decided. Why not let this old Daoist give the Manifested Sage True Lord a helping hand."

The Jade Emperor had exactly this intention and nodded immediately upon hearing this: "I trouble you, Old Lord."

Taishang Laojun smiled slightly and pulled a shining ring from his wide sleeve.

It was the Diamond Snare.

"Go!"

The Old Lord gave a light shout and tossed the Diamond Snare toward the battle group in the Haotian Mirror.

The Diamond Snare transformed into a streak of white light, flew out of the Lingxiao Precious Hall, and instantly disappeared.

The next moment, above the East Sea.

The Liu Er Mihou, who was enjoying himself fighting Yang Jian, suddenly felt a chill at the back of his head, and a huge force was transmitted.

"Bang!"

The Diamond Snare smashed squarely onto the back of the Liu Er Mihou's head.

The Liu Er Mihou felt his vision go black, his body stumbled, his brain buzzed, and he almost couldn't hold onto the Heart-Following Iron Rod in his hand. ===== CHAPTER 162 =====