Chapter 23

A mere Taiyi Golden Immortal, what waves could he possibly stir?

Among the Water Army's commanders, there are countless capable ones; simply pick that lazy, gluttonous Tianpeng whose strength is mediocre at best.

"Many thanks, Haotian!"

As for that, the South Sea Dragon King inquired about the location, received the order, and hurriedly left the Great Hall, flying toward the Tianhe direction.

Because he was extremely anxious in his heart, he absentmindedly collided with someone, embracing them fully.

"Sorry, Marshal Tianpeng, you are...?" The South Sea Dragon King adjusted his sleeves, puzzled.

Having been bumped, Tianpeng had wanted to greet the person, but upon seeing the South Sea Dragon King's face, he forcibly swallowed his words, his eyes gleaming.

Truly, whatever is wished for comes—just moments ago he was thinking about the treasure, and now the big head has arrived.

As the saying goes well: do not say the Dragon Palace has no treasures; his Golden Immortal dharma treasure has found its place.

"Hindering, this isn't the Eldest Dragon King, brother? What wind blew you here?" Tianpeng hurriedly bowed to the South Sea Dragon King.

The South Sea Dragon King looked at this overly enthusiastic person before him, Tianpeng, and for some reason, always felt a tingling on his scalp.

He subtly avoided.

"Old Dragon, I have received Haotian's edict, to select some immortals from the Marshal's Water Army to assist me in subduing demons in the Lower Realm."

The South Sea Dragon King also did not conceal it, recounting the full origin and evolution of the matter; he had already chosen his personnel.

He felt that Tianpeng's subordinates, the Tiangang Great Sage and the Nine Heavens Slaughtering Boy, were quite formidable.

Upon hearing this, Tianpeng seized the South Sea Dragon King in an embrace, adopting the demeanor of close brothers.

"Old Dragon King, you're being distant now—why seek far when the near is at hand? The peerless war general stands right before your eyes!"

The South Sea Dragon King glanced left and right, seemingly searching for the peerless war general Tianpeng spoke of.

Tianpeng's face flushed slightly with embarrassment, but fortunately he had never known what "face" was, so he quickly stepped before the South Sea Dragon King and gestured several poses of strength.

"Am I not that?" Tianpeng's entire body exuded confidence.

With this divine ability, he no longer feared demonic beings of the same realm.

"Marshal, you jest." The South Sea Dragon King gave a brilliant smile, then wished to depart, for he still would not indulge in idle chatter with Tianpeng, this loafer.

But how could Tianpeng sit idly by and let this opportunity to obtain the treasure slip away before his eyes?

He swiftly flashed his body to block the South Sea Dragon King's path, his face grim, carrying a hint of threat.

"Old Dragon King, today this marshal must participate in battle!"

The South Sea Dragon King was nearly driven to tears.

"Marshal, what exactly are you scheming?"

His son is still waiting for him to return and rescue him in urgency.

"Naturally, it is to... protect the South Sea! I, Tianpeng, became Water Army Marshal precisely because I rely on this moment's hatred of evil and concern for all living beings!" Tian'e Ping, in his excitement, nearly let slip his words.

I believe you, you ghost!

The South Sea Dragon King was utterly speechless—Tianpeng's reputation for gluttony and laziness had even reached his ears as a Lower Realm Dragon King, yet he still had the audacity to say such things!

Moreover, if it weren't for your status as a disciple of the Ren Sect, how would Haotian have allowed you to hold this position!

And you merely hang a title—how could the prestige of the Heavenly Court Water Army be something you earned through your own efforts!

Yet seeing that posture, the South Sea Dragon King also knew Tianpeng was indispensable, though though Tianpeng is merely a Taiyi Golden Immortal in cultivation, his heart panicked.

Thinking it better to go find another Water Army general to make up the numbers.

Opening his mouth, about to say something, the result was being seized by Tianpeng, who dragged him down to the Lower Realm.

Still shouting from his mouth: "We immortals naturally take subduing demons and eliminating evil as our duty—what are you doing, dawdling like this!"

Even the guards of Nantianmen were stunned, fleeing in panic without choosing a path, racing to Lingxiao Baodian to report.

"Reporting to Haotian, Marshal Tianpeng has abducted the South Sea Dragon King down to the Lower Realm!"

Haotian,

The Immortals:???

What the hell?!

Tianpeng abducted the South Sea Dragon King down to the Lower Realm? It's only been a short while!

Haotian produced the Haotian Mirror, its power manifesting, the voice basically Tianpeng's, and also inquiring about monsters in that manner.

Everyone suddenly understood—Tianpeng was going to the Lower Realm to subdue demons.

But the next moment, Haotian's and the Immortals' faces turned strange—though anyone from the Heavenly Court going to the Lower Realm to subdue demons is not excessive, yet Tianpeng doing so feels utterly discordant.

He merely has an empty realm, everything else mediocre; perhaps he cannot even defeat a formidable Golden Immortal, yet he still thinks of subduing that Taiyi Golden Immortal demon?

Haotian, on the other hand, found it interesting and did not retract the Haotian Mirror.

On the other side, Tianpeng brought the Dragon King to a place in the South Sea.

"Is this it, Old Dragon King?" Tianpeng gazed at the vast ocean beneath his feet and asked.

The South Sea Dragon King nodded heavily, his eyes full of apprehension; Tianpeng then hehehed and summoned the Nine-Tooth Rake.

Divine power poured into it, and he fiercely smashed downward—the sea surface instantly split into nine parts by the rake's teeth, though only for a brief moment.

The next moment, the just-calmed sea surface instantly formed a whirlpool, growing larger and larger, finally surging upward on the vortex to actually form a tornado.

Revealing a demon with a red face and fangs.

"How? Enming, can't beat me, so you're calling for reinforcements?"

At the sight of Tianpeng, the demon froze, then noticed the South Sea Dragon King behind him, and sneered: "You four Dragon Kings can't beat me one-on-one—what, today you're sending another to die?"

"Bold demon, do you not know that the Heavenly Court War God, Marshal Tianpeng, is here? Hurry and bind yourself!"

Tianpeng glared angrily, holding the rake in one hand, slung behind his back with domineering aura, quite imposing.

Only the observing Heavenly Court Immortals twitched the corners of their mouths—what a Heavenly Court War God indeed!

They did not know, when did Tianpeng gain this additional title?

When the monster heard the Heavenly Court War God, the entire monster was startled.

He even thought it was that Yang Jian who killed the Bodhisattva Lingji ten years ago and whose fierce reputation spread far and wide, but the result? Marshal Tianpeng?

What nonsense?

"You fat bastard, stop spouting nonsense! This Great King has never heard of the Heavenly Court ever producing a War God like you!" The monster waved the icy-cold long spear in his hand and shouted angrily.

"In this Great King's view, you're just some old loach randomly picked to fill the ranks!"

The monster showed no mercy in his words, and hearing this, Enming of the South Sea Dragon King nodded repeatedly in his heart—truly divine—how could he see that Tianpeng was just here to make up the numbers?

But he wasn't just looking to casually fight; it's just that this guy provoked him.

Even Haotian Zunsheng's state of mind couldn't help but be slightly amused.

"This monster is actually still a perceptive person."

The immortals also treated it as a joke; in their eyes, Tianpeng absolutely lacked combat power equal to his rank—bullying the weak was fine, but if he met someone like this, he'd likely lose his armor and drop his weapons after just a few moves.

After being insulted by the monster, Tianpeng couldn't hold his anger anymore and lowered his cloud.

"You monster, watch the strike!" Tianpeng shouted loudly, raising his nail rake and smashing it toward the monster.

The monster gave a cold smile, calm and unhurried, lifting his spear to block Tianpeng's nine-tooth nail rake.

As soon as an expert makes a move, you can tell whether there's skill or not—this self-proclaimed Marshal Tianpeng's first move made it clear to him that this person was nothing but a wine bag and rice sack!

What War God Marshal? Probably just something he made up himself!

The monster waved his halberd with tiger-like vigor, and in just a couple of moves, he had Tianpeng clutching his head and fleeing like a rat.