Chapter 141: Zhenwu Is Currently Unstoppable

It seems I must strike with a heavy hand this time!

I must clean things up properly and chop off all the claws extended by those old dogs of Fomen! Zhenwu murmured in his heart, a faint murderous intent flashing in his eyes before he returned to a state of stillness like an ancient well.

"Commandant Zhao, let us go. To keep a host waiting so long would make me, the Heavenly Court, appear stingy."

Zhenwu rose to his feet, leaped onto a five-colored spirit turtle coiled beneath the Cloud Couch, pressed his hand to the sword at his waist, and said coldly, "You, too, should properly have a final word with your unworthy descendant!"

"True Lord, I have a presumptuous request. Could you show mercy to that junior of mine?"

Seeing this True Lord You Sheng rise to his feet and unleash the aura he had previously restrained, Zhao Heng knew he had prepared himself for a great slaughter.

After thinking it over and over, he still gritted his teeth and pleaded.

Zhenwu shook his head and glared at him: "Commandant Zhao, how can you be so muddled? Do you think this matter is still just a private affair of your own household?"

"If you had not brought this matter of Juyang Laoxian out into the open, whatever you did in private would not have mattered."

"But since this matter has been brought to the table, it is no longer as simple as your family business!"

He looked at Zhao Heng with an expression of disappointment; to think he was many years his senior, yet how could he be so naive?

It was no matter that his strength was lacking. Few could compare to him, the destined Black Emperor of the North. The key was that in his conduct and dealings with the world, he was actually less insightful than he himself, who had only recently emerged into the world.

From the moment he was limited by his own strength and unable to take revenge, and thus brought this matter to light, it ceased to be a matter for his family alone!

To put it mildly, this Juyang Laoxian has lingered here for no short time, and he is not the only victim. If he does not care about his reputation, there are plenty of others who do.

To put it broadly, no matter what, this Juyang Laoxian has ultimately set his sights on the family members of the immortals and gods serving in the Heavenly Court.

Regardless of rank, there are not a few who have succeeded. This has no small impact on the prestige of the Heavenly Court.

Such a scandal, from top to bottom, from inside to out, has been unanimously decided to be covered up, and no one is an exception.

It can be said that today, within the mountain gates of the Yuanyang Sect, except for the masses of mortals who were unaware at the start.

As for the rest, not even an ant shall be allowed to live.

Some things, if not placed on the scale, do not weigh four taels, but once on the scale, even a thousand catties cannot hold them down.

Zhenwu was speechless seeing him dazed. He could not even figure this out; he truly did not know how he had made this decision.

Was it just based on a moment of indignation? He had thought that this descendant of Zhao Jiang, one of the former Ten Heavenly Lords, would have long understood the price he would have to pay.

It seems this Zhao Heng has not yet realized that he has now offended many people inside and out, including the Shangqing elders he relies upon as his backing.

He shook his head, his mind stirred, and he steered the five-colored spirit turtle toward the outside of the sea of clouds.

……

Forest tips rinse in cold springs, pine winds fill the cloudy valley.

Tree colors and stone light interweave, slanting into sparse and scattered scenes, possessing a sense of seclusion.

The shrill cries of apes came from afar, one after another, echoing all around, making one's hair stand on end.

It set the scene for the crisis the Yuanyang Sect was currently facing.

Juyang Laoxian stood in mid-air, gazing at the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals in the sea of clouds, standing still and lost in thought.

Suddenly, his expression shifted, and he looked toward the rolling sea of clouds not far away.

Within the Treasure Map, Fang Longye's heart also stirred at the same time. "They are out!"

Excitement flashed in his eyes, as if he were the one about to participate in this Heavenly Court extermination battle.

With a good show to watch and the matter not concerning him, he was naturally happy to let both sides fight until their brains were spilled.

As for his original goal, he naturally had not forgotten it.

But how to put it? The place where the Honghu perished was right there. It would not run away, so why would he need to worry?

Instead, this Zhenwu Dadi, who was famous in his previous life, made him particularly interested.

Because in the dark, he had a premonition that he would inevitably have entanglements with this Nine Heavens Demon-Quelling Heavenly Venerable in the future.

This could not help but make him pay a little more attention to him.

"Boom—"

A strange sound, mixed with the sound of horns and the noise of bells and drums, resounded all around.

The disciples of the Yuanyang Sect, who had already stabilized and were no longer in a panic, followed the sound and looked up at the cloudy sky, then their eyes widened, unable to make a sound.

They saw the sea of clouds surging and white clouds rolling, and then thousands upon thousands of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals parted the clouds and mist, coming from afar to near.

At the very front were those riding mounts, their entire bodies wrapped in armor, holding long spears; then came the so-called infantry, all holding meticulously crafted divine weapons and Dharma Treasures, cold light flashing, murderous intent boiling. A thousand armies and ten thousand horses came from the depths of the originally looming sea of clouds, neat and orderly, with strict discipline.

Even from a great distance, the murderous intent rushed toward them.

"Ang—"

A turtle roar, sounding like a dragon yet not a dragon, resounded through heaven and earth.

A five-colored spirit turtle appeared, with a dragon's head and a turtle's body, its tail dragging for more than ten zhang.

The Turtle Shell was ancient and simple, with five-colored halos growing and rising all around; upon it stood a Daoist with disheveled hair and black robes, wearing golden armor and a Jade Belt, standing straight with his hand on his sword, a round halo crowning his head, his eyes like lightning.

His entire aura was like an abyss or a sea, with halos interlacing behind him, manifesting an Abyssal Sea vision, water ripples shimmering, its color profound black, seeing neither its bottom nor its edge.

Vast and mighty, broad beyond sight.

It was none other than the head of the Four Saints of the North from the Heavenly Court, the True Lord You Sheng, the Divine General Zhenwu.

After he appeared, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly; under his imposing aura, his inexplicable light smile had a touch of elegance.

His gaze shifted and fell upon Qin Shou; in his half-smile was contained a power of destruction.

Clouds and mist rose above Qin Shou's head, black and green, with golden patterns paved inside, forming the shape of a giant divine pupil, which struck back at Zhenwu without showing any weakness.

Bang—

The two powers collided.

This Juyang Laoxian was instantly sent flying ten thousand zhang, landing in the mountains and smashing out a pitch-black hole.

A single glance, terrifying to this extent! "Master!"

"Qin Lang!"

The group of female immortals cried out in alarm, wanting to step forward to assist.

"It is nothing!"

A low, slightly hoarse voice stopped their movements.

A streak of black-green Qi emerged, and Juyang Laoxian reappeared in the air, covered in wounds and bloodstains.

"Your natural talent is indeed not bad!" Zhenwu nodded with an expression of approval. "With your strength, you are enough to rival an ordinary Golden Immortal at the Great Perfection!"

"Cough—" Qin Shou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "As expected of the head of the Four Saints of the North Pole, the True Monarch of Protecting the Saints. Your methods are truly unimaginable."

He ravaged his own body, burning everything, blood and fire raging, with a fierce and malevolent aura overflowing, and laughed loudly: "It is but death, what is there to fear?"

"I was originally as insignificant as dust, as lowly as livestock. Yet I was fortunate enough to obtain the Immortal Method and enter the path of the Dao. Such an encounter was worth it!"

"In this life, I have played with countless women, seen unprecedented wonders, and manipulated human hearts as if they were ghost realms. To have lived so happily for hundreds of thousands of years, I have long had no regrets!"

"Please, True Monarch, judge my Meteor Annihilation Strike!"

Having spoken, he surged his essence, Qi, and spirit, condensing a heaven-shaking and earth-shattering destructive power, intending to unleash the final strike of his life.

The corners of Zhenwu's mouth curled, he smiled without a word, and finally, he even closed his eyes slightly.

"Wang Lingguan, I leave this to you!"

"Yes! Wang Shan accepts the commander's decree!"

A high-pitched voice came from the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals behind him.

Immediately, with the speed of lightning, a spirit official divine general with a red face and a bearded chin, clad in golden armor and a red robe, glaring with three eyes, and stepping on Wind Fire Wheels, teleported over.

He stood before Zhenwu, holding a golden seal in his left hand and a golden whip in his right, not striking first to gain the advantage.

He simply stood in battle formation, allowing Qin Shou to ravage his own body, turning his entire being into power to release the final strike of his life.

Seeing this, Zhenwu smiled nonchalantly and did not care at all, clearly extremely confident in Wang Lingguan's strength.

Even seeing Qin Shou's two convenient wives rushing over like madmen, wanting to fight side-by-side with him, he turned a blind eye.

If this Fire Cart Lingguan, Marshal Wang, still needed his help against a mere three Golden Immortals, he would not be worthy of being called the 'Dutian Da Lingguan'!

There was one thing, however, that he had not expected...

Zhenwu's eyes shone brightly as he looked toward a certain place.

This great Buddhist truly has a good mood, still having the interest to come and join in this excitement.

(End of chapter)