Chapter 486: Yang Jian, Come Out and Take a Beating!

Liu Chenxiang is truly pitiful.

He lost his mother from childhood, and she was forcibly taken away by his uncle.

His uncle is so powerful that it's beyond comparison—let alone the uncle himself, even his subordinates are unbeatable by Liu Chenxiang.

Yet Liu Chenxiang embarked on the path of rescuing his mother and seeking revenge.

This path, however, reveals clear malice.

Regarding the Baolian Lantern, in the well-known versions familiar to everyone, Liu Chenxiang ultimately succeeds in splitting the mountain to save his mother, thanks to help from many people.

For example, various immortals.

An important figure among them is Sun Wukong.

In some versions, he is even Liu Chenxiang's master.

But in this mission world, Liu Chenxiang obviously doesn't have such good luck.

There are no various immortals, let alone Sun Wukong.

His cultivation path was introduced by Jin Dasheng, whom Liu Chenxiang calls "Master," but he shows considerable indifference, even a hint of hostility.

Jin Dasheng also refuses to acknowledge their relationship.

Back then, when he contacted Liu Chenxiang, he clearly used a false identity.

Or rather, Liu Chenxiang, based on feeling, slightly probed him, and in this situation, Jin Dasheng had no guard up, was tricked into revealing himself, and had no choice but to admit it.

Jin Dasheng's explanation for this is that he, Jin Dasheng, is loyally devoted to Yang Jian.

Since Yang Jian's attitude is "uncle doesn't care," he also finds it hard to reveal his identity.

But is it really like that?

Know that Liu Chenxiang's father, Liu Yanchang, in a series of events, basically operated as "a scholar useless in a hundred ways"—he only wanted to bring up Liu Chenxiang and live an ordinary, peaceful life as a commoner.

He had no lofty ambition of "defying heaven, slaughtering gods, and reclaiming my wife."

Even after Liu Chenxiang cultivated, he unwilling to cultivate, just adopting the attitude of "my wife is dead."

One could say he sees through things, or one could say he is weak.

With such a father, if Jin Dasheng hadn't intervened to teach Liu Chenxiang cultivation,

Liu Chenxiang might not have embarked on his current path.

And Liu Chenxiang, who walked this path, is actually a tool of Jin Dasheng against the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors!

Jin Dasheng uses Liu Chenxiang's hand and his special identity to deal with the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors.

Indeed, he has caused some trouble for the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors.

Liu Chenxiang himself obviously realizes this, but by then, he had long accumulated deep grudges against the immortals, and his friends and companions had all died at their hands.

Naturally, the two sides cannot reconcile.

Liu Chenxiang's "action guideline" has thus shifted from saving his mother to revenge.

If possible, Liu Chenxiang might even want to take down Jin Dasheng together.

Zhu Bajie patted Liu Chenxiang on the shoulder.

The unloved uncle's great-nephew.

Even realizing this, it merely means Jin Dasheng is added to the list of revenge targets.

Truly a life as a tool.

Compared to some surnamed Li tool person who occasionally gets a sweet taste, Liu Chenxiang truly has nothing at all.

Writing a few "pitiful" characters on his thigh is not excessive.

Liu Chenxiang, on the other hand, wears a cold expression—he doesn't have so much self-pity, resentment against heaven's injustice, or rather, he has long since exhausted his sorrow.

Now he is at an age where life and death are seen lightly, and if dissatisfied, just fight—"the age" of doing so.

He is a revenge seeker; toward Jin Dasheng, he cannot possibly shout: "Why did you scheme against me before!" or similar words.

He merely looks at Tang Luo, waiting for this person's decision.

This white-haired monk is truly the key to everything.

Liu Chenxiang has already faced reality; with his own strength, revenge seems hopeless.

Just now's battle, he saw it all—if he intervened, he could only end up with "one of the Five Emperors injured, he himself dead" as the final outcome.

Unless he continues cultivating, but the problem is, as he grows stronger, the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors expand their territory and also grow stronger.

At the same time, they compress his space to grow stronger.

If this were a race, Liu Chenxiang couldn't outrun the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors—the starting point is truly too far behind.

Neither pure talent nor strategy can compensate.

Similarly, Jin Dasheng holds roughly the same view—he cannot match the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors, so he pins his hopes on Tang Luo.

Jin Dasheng stepped forward to answer the question he hadn't had time to answer earlier: "These five fellows, each has a heavenly palace in the sky..."

That is their lair.

"No need." Tang Luo stopped Jin Dasheng from continuing: "They're coming back."

"Huh?" Jin Dasheng blinked in surprise.

"Ah, now I understand." Ao Yulie then realized.

Black Mountain appeared, yet Yang Jian and Yang Chan still refused to come out—so this Black Mountain is very likely moved out by the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors.

Unless Yang Jian and his group voluntarily come out, otherwise, since the mountain has appeared, they might as well come out and fight.

What are they hesitating for?

The Five Emperors moving out their reliance also means they are about to "return."

Seems to be specially cooperating with Tang Luo's words—just after he finished speaking,

On the horizon, five streams of red, yellow, black, white, and green light flew in, instantly landing beside Black Mountain.

The light dispersed, revealing their forms.

They were not the incense avatars seen the previous few times, but five massive demon bodies, like small mountains.

Black Emperor Wu Long, his true form a gigantic black centipede, half his body burrowed underground, the other half curved like a sickle, aimed at Tang Luo and the others.

Red Emperor Dai Li, his true form a giant dog, earth-yellow in color; besides his exceptionally massive build, a pair of sharp fangs protruded from his mouth, like a saber-toothed tiger's tusks; apart from that, he looked like a typical village dog.

Green Emperor Yang Xian, white long hair hanging down, a complete pair of horns piercing the vault of heaven — a gigantic mountain goat.

White Emperor Chang Hao was a white snake, a two-headed white snake — not a fork into two heads, but each end bearing a snake head, making one wonder which head this thing uses to eat and excrete.

Perhaps a natural-born mutant, only eating and never excreting.

Yellow Emperor Zhu Zhenzhen was a wild boar, two rows of tusks extending from his lower jaw, three per row, even piercing through the skin of the upper jaw, leaving six large holes, looking rather strange.

The Five Direction Heavenly Emperors had finally revealed their original forms.

Generally speaking, a demon's original form cannot be absolutely said to be their strongest, but at the very least it is their most berserk, all-out state.

"Hypocritical petty men putting on a show, still hoping the True Lord will remember old ties and save you?"

Seeing the five's appearance, Jin Dasheng let out a disdainful cold snort.

The Five Direction Heavenly Emperors, after stepping onto the Divine Path, had actually long since shed their demon bodies, thoroughly having nothing to do with demons anymore.

They refined their own demon bodies into special magic treasures.

When needed, they could enter and reside within them, unleashing extremely terrifying combat power.

However, likewise, if they were killed, the price paid would also be enormous, just as severe as an incense avatar manifested by consciousness being destroyed.

Because Tang Luo had just destroyed the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors' incense avatars that had cost "great effort."

Now, if they died once more.

The best outcome would be hovering near death, only able to linger on by the power of incense.

Then, as long as a few more of their temples were destroyed, the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors would be done for.

The Five Direction Heavenly Emperors reappeared in this form partly to be able to fight, even more capable of fighting than the incense avatars just now — a final desperate measure.

On the other hand, it should be as Jin Dasheng said: appearing in their original forms, if Yang Jian remembered old ties, he would likely act.

If Yang Jian acted, they would win.

That was why Jin Dasheng called them hypocritical petty men putting on a show.

"Master?" Zhu Bajie stepped forward, volunteering.

If Master really acts in the end, it's best to let Master hold back a bit.

Yang Jian isn't some random nobody that can be casually dispatched.

"No need." Tang Luo smiled. "Step back, let your master handle it."

Didn't have my fill just now, continuing now!

Speaking of which, these demon bodies are much more durable than incense avatars.

"You set up the formation, just don't let them escape." As the words fell, Tang Luo had already vanished without a trace.

The place he reappeared was already before Yellow Emperor.

Not a specially chosen target, merely because Yellow Emperor Zhu Zhenzhen's original form was the largest.

Facing Tang Luo's unreasonable sudden attack, Zhu Zhenzhen had clearly already prepared; he instantly opened his mouth wide.

A bloody maw enveloped him, replacing heaven and earth, swallowing Tang Luo within.

This one gulp surpassed even Kunpeng's gulp.

As if Tang Luo had voluntarily crashed into it.

However, before Zhu Zhenzhen could take further action — such as digesting Tang Luo in his belly — the next second, his broad back exploded.

Large amounts of flesh, blood, and fur flew into the sky, and accompanying them flew out a gigantic white spinal bone.

Tang Luo burst out from the body, just as abruptly as he had been swallowed by Zhu Zhenzhen in one gulp.

Directly inflicting severe injury on Zhu Zhenzhen!

But the moment Tang Luo appeared, a scarlet light arrived in an instant, practically already pasted to Tang Luo's side, only lacking the full release of its power.

Within the light was a red spherical bead.

That was Red Emperor Dai Li's "dog pearl," spat out to injure, of boundless power.

Mid-air, Tang Luo's right foot became a blur, one kick striking Dai Li's dog pearl.

The dog pearl, like a baseball hit for a home run, flew out at even greater speed, flying toward Green Emperor Yang Xian.

Simultaneously, Dai Li let out a wail several times more miserable than if someone had viciously stepped on a dog's tail, tail tucked between his legs, crashing headfirst into the ground.

The scarlet dog pearl, under that kick of Tang Luo's, was already on the verge of shattering.

Dai Li's injury was no lighter than Zhu Zhenzhen's, who had a huge hole in his back and his spine blasted out of his body.

The flying dog pearl was fixed in mid-air by Green Emperor Yang Xian — a ray of white tinged with a hint of green sprayed from his mouth, the dog pearl spinning dizzily inside, continuously shedding fragments.

Yang Xian was relatively lucky, because the green-white light he spat out was not aimed at the dog pearl.

But to fix Tang Luo in place, convenient for the next attack.

If it had been to fix the dog pearl, his reaction would not have been enough to block this strike.

The result was a fortunate mistake; acting early with his mouth avoided the fate of being injured by the dog pearl.

In just one brief exchange, the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors had two heavily injured, while Tang Xuanzang appeared completely unscathed.

Whether swallowed into Zhu Zhenzhen's belly or colliding with the dog pearl, neither harmed him.

The remaining three did not shrink back because of this.

Two-Headed Snake White Emperor Chang Hao, Centipede Black Emperor Wu Long simultaneously twisted their massive yet slender bodies; snake and worm bodies that could make countless people scream in terror.

They opened their mouths, spewing two streams of incomparably dense black mist, enveloping Tang Luo.

Then, their massive bodies suddenly shrank, burrowing into the black mist.

The black mist is poison, extremely potent poison, and it can also cause disorientation and loss of perception, making it difficult even to sense one's own existence.

It is almost like depriving the five senses.

Chang Hao and Wu Long shrank their bodies, and in such an environment, the attacks they launched were the most dangerous and most lethal.

Many people did not even know how they died.

But this time, those who did not even know how they died became them.

A violent, immense power erupted from the center of the black mist, like countless blades, instantly tearing the black mist apart, riddling it with holes.

In an instant, it could no longer form.

At the same time, Wu Long and Chang Hao were also torn apart by that power.

They rushed into the black mist, approaching Tang Luo, and before they could launch an attack, they were subjected to an unprecedented violent assault.

Every inch of space before them was shrouded in terrifying power.

Their bodies were shattered and torn apart, and they did not even know how Tang Luo had found their position.

In fact, Tang Luo had not found the two men's position.

The black mist indeed greatly interfered with his perception, making it difficult for him to locate the enemy, so Tang Luo chose a relatively simple method.

All-direction, no-blind-spot, unrestricted, indiscriminate blanket attack.

No matter where the sneak attack would come from, it did not matter; he replaced defense with indiscriminate attack.

Wu Long and Chang Hao collided with the gun muzzle.

Their fate was even more miserable than that of Dai Li and Zhu Zhenzhen.

The formidable defensive power of the monster's true form failed to play a greater role under Tang Luo's attack and was blasted apart outright.

The black mist dissipated, and Tang Luo looked toward Yang Xian of the Qingdi, took a step, and the ground beneath his feet shattered, forming a deep pit.

He appeared obliquely above Yang Xian's massive sheep head, and brought down a palm.

Yang Xian spat out a path of cyan-white light, but it could only slow the descent of Tang Luo's palm; the violent, immense power could not be completely restrained by him.

Blood had already overflowed from his eyes, mouth, and nose; his forelimbs bent, and he had already knelt on the ground, accompanied by a tremor that shook the mountains.

There was no skill, no battle of wits and courage.

Tang Luo simply, with absolute power, blasted you apart!

As Tang Luo's palm was about to land on Yang Xian's goat head.

The originally motionless Black Mountain, a cold light emerged from within it.

Within the cold light, a long-handled weapon appeared, carrying a chilling sharp intent, lunging toward Tang Luo!

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed a three-pronged, two-edged blade.

The signature weapon of the Manifest Sage True Lord Erlang Shen Yang Jian!

Tang Luo's body in mid-air turned, and the cyan-white light shattered.

Yang Xian beneath his feet let out a mournful cry, his body bursting with sounds from all parts, his limbs completely broken, and he crashed heavily to the ground.

His divine abilities were shattered by Tang Luo's overwhelming, violent power; he suffered backlash and was severely wounded as well.

Tang Luo, turning in mid-air, then reached out and grabbed.

The blade within the three-pronged, two-edged sword was seized by him in his hand; the blade and handle trembled slightly, but could not advance an inch, and could not truly injure Tang Luo.

"Hahahaha!"

Tang Luo gripped the three-pronged, two-edged blade, letting out a wanton laugh: "Yang Jian, come out and take a beating!"

The demon monk's frenzied state, revealed without doubt!