Chapter 525: The Descending Southern Heaven Gate!

Beneath the shadows, a golden halo.

Not light rays, more like some bizarre ripple turning the air into "water," sending out wave after wave of undulation.

Faint, barely-there "sound of qin and se" drifted down from the sky.

"Divine gods..." Hei Ya tilted his head back, watching the massive floating object descend and hover in the sky, his expression gradually turning devout, obsessive, "The divine gods have descended."

"Still playing this routine." Tang Luo mused inwardly.

That qin-and-se sound, those golden ripples — they were not mere magical divine abilities, but products combined with technology.

They could make a person obsessive in a short time, giving rise to a feeling of prostrate worship toward the thing overhead.

The smile on Zhou Hei Ya's face could no longer be concealed; he was grinning broadly, overjoyed, looking exactly like a simp who had licked his goddess — the kind licked in a dream.

Impossible to look at directly.

The Invincible War God raised its head toward the sky, the massive sky carrier.

Overall it presented a square shape, four circular thrusters at the corners emitting a faint blue light, giving off no warmth, not a shred of noise.

The underside was engraved with layer upon layer of complex patterns; the golden ripples and the faint, siren-song-like qin-and-se sound emanated from there.

Making one unconsciously want to kneel and lick.

Soon, figure after figure flew out from atop the carrier.

Their entire bodies radiated golden light, blinding to look at; only vague silhouettes could be seen.

They hovered in the mid-air around Nezha.

"Audacious demons, daring to rebel against superiors, offending heavenly might!"

A thunderclap-like sound rang out; Hei Ya's face changed, and he knelt on the driver's seat in a high-difficulty pose.

The divine gods are enraged!

Fortunately the Land King's interior space was spacious enough; otherwise he wouldn't even have room to kneel.

"Rebel against superiors?" Nezha's voice, transmitted through the Invincible War God, became a cold mechanical voice, "What the hell are you! Get the hell down here for this young master!"

As he spoke, the damaged limbs snapped off directly.

The remaining torso began to deform, shedding a lot of discarded components.

Before long, the originally twenty-odd-meter-tall giant humanoid mecha shrank down to a seven-or-eight-meter-tall mecha, but every component was intact.

The Invincible War God's second form.

Still can fight!

The shrunken Invincible War God leapt up, weaponless — "fists and feet" were the weapons — grabbed a nearby golden blurry figure as if snatching a little chick, and slammed it hard downward.

A large pit appeared on the ground.

The blinding golden radiance vanished.

One could see this was a person, clad in golden armor, seemingly quite archaic in style; on closer look, it was all "black tech."

With Nezha's slam, the armor was already completely shattered, tattered and ruined.

The golden mask on the face had also cracked apart, revealing an expressionless face with hollow eyes.

This armor was not worn on the body, but fully fused with the human body, grown onto it.

Before Tang Luo could get another good look, a ball of fire erupted; scorching high-temperature flames burned the armor together with the corpse into a pile of ash in mere seconds.

Leaving behind a patch of utterly useless charred matter.

Corpse destruction and trace erasure carried out with extreme thoroughness.

In mid-air, Nezha had already engaged that group of golden celestial soldiers who descended from the heavens.

The combat power displayed by the golden celestial soldiers was, compared to the Hand of God, only higher, not lower, and they could fly, soaring and maneuvering in the sky with zero pressure.

Seven men form a squad, seven squads form an array.

The weapons in their hands had the shape of cold weapons, but were actually high-frequency vibration weapons, cutting steel as easily as cutting butter.

It's just that they ran into Nezha.

The black mecha turned into a residual shadow, shuttling through the sky.

An occasional pause, a simple punch, a kick, even a headbutt could make a celestial soldier perish.

The formation of forty-nine golden-armored celestial soldiers was completely wrecked by Nezha in just a few breaths.

Like dropping dumplings they kept falling from the sky, fire erupting, turning into charred lumps.

Watched Hei Ya trembling all over.

In his vision and thoughts, it was celestial soldiers continuously being slain by the demon, a scene like the sky collapsing.

Fortunately at this moment the qin-and-se sound and the golden halo had already disappeared.

The brainwashing effect was greatly weakened; otherwise, who knows, Hei Ya might have gritted his teeth and gone all-out against Nezha.

The sky carrier completely ignored a tiny ant like the Land King; their target was Nezha alone.

As the celestial soldiers kept dying and falling, even more golden-armored celestial soldiers flew out from the carrier.

They also didn't emit intense golden light; their style differed somewhat from before — these celestial soldiers had golden steel wings, each gripping a long spear.

Light rippled on the spear tips; high-energy beams tore across the long sky, so fast no one could react in time.

The golden-armored celestial soldiers who appeared first were melee troops; these are ranged units.

You thought what they hold is a "spear"? No mistake, this really is a "gun"!

Nezha truly lives up to being the Majestic and Spiritually Potent Great General, the brat at the top of the Heavenly Court's combat power rankings.

Amid the web woven by high-energy beams he dodged at inconceivable angles, and incidentally killed another melee celestial soldier while at it.

However, the number of celestial soldiers flying out from the sky carrier kept increasing.

Adding the previous fifty, the count had already reached over two hundred.

Among them Nezha had killed fifty-odd, but the remaining ones coordinated ranged and melee perfectly.

Nezha no longer held the overwhelming advantage, and the rate at which the heavenly soldiers fell also greatly decreased.

From one every ten seconds originally, it became one per minute.

After a few minutes, the number of heavenly soldiers decreased further, and the Invincible War God had also accumulated quite a few wounds.

One arm was struck by a high-energy beam; it was not destroyed, but it was damaged, and its combat power was far from what it once was.

Tang Luo remained hidden inside the battle armor, watching with great interest, with no intention of making a move.

The situation turned from advantage to disadvantage, and with the circumstances looking critical, Nezha let out a cold hmph, and the Invincible War God transformed once more.

Its figure shrank another circle, and it actually grew three heads and six arms!

Not only that, the six arms also took up weapons: the "Red-Tasseled Fire-Tipped Spear," the "Qiankun Hoop," and the "Yin-Yang Twin Swords."

Wind Fire Wheels also extended from beneath its feet.

Its height became five meters, and its speed surged abruptly.

It slashed across the long sky!

In an instant, over twenty heavenly soldiers were bisected at the waist by Nezha, and he seized the overwhelming advantage once again.

However... up to this point, the real master aboard the sky carrier still had not appeared.

Only a group of golden-armored heavenly soldiers had appeared, yet the Invincible War God had already been forced to reveal its "Three Heads and Six Arms."

The remaining playable cards were not many.

The three-headed, six-armed Invincible War God regained the upper hand in the fierce battle, and the golden-armored heavenly soldiers retreated in steady defeat.

However, Tang Luo saw that these heavenly soldiers were retreating in a steady, orderly fashion, withdrawing, not turning into headless flies slaughtered by Nezha.

The distance between both sides and the carrier grew ever closer.

He reached out and tapped lightly; Tang Luo indeed entered an intangible, untouchable state, detached from the battle armor, and flew toward the sky.

After healing Nezha, the remaining merit power was enough to support him doing these things.

Nezha pursued the golden-armored heavenly soldiers and had already arrived atop the sky carrier.

Atop it, there were not many complicated things, only two "colossal objects."

A grand, enormous gate, ten thousand rays of golden light rolling crimson clouds, a thousand strands of auspicious qi spraying purple mist.

Deep blue-green, fashioned from lapis lazuli; bright and dazzling, adorned with precious jade.

Atop it a plaque, bearing three ancient-script characters — South Heaven Gate!

Behind the South Heaven Gate stood a magnificent, resplendent palace, without a plaque or name.

Beneath the South Heaven Gate, rows upon rows of golden-armored heavenly soldiers stood, their momentum myriad and imposing.

Before the gate stood four "men" incomparably tall, nearly ten meters in height.

It could be seen that these four people were essentially the same as Nezha's Invincible War God — they belonged to humanoid mecha — but their appearance had almost no difference from real humans.

Judging by outward appearance, they were simply four giants.

Four giants: one held a sword, one held an umbrella, one embraced a pipa, and another gripped twin maces — only those maces were bent and curved, trembling slightly, like whips yet not whips.

Nezha's pursuing steps halted as he looked at the four giants.

The Mo Family Four Generals!

The Four Heavenly Kings of the Heavenly Court: Mo Liqing, Mo Lihong, Mo Lihai, Mo Lishou.

"Is it you lot?" Nezha leveled his Fire-Tipped Spear at the four, voice cold, "You make a move against me — seeking death?"

Mo Liqing, the eldest of the four brothers, stepped forward with the Green Cloud Sword and smiled, "Not seen in many years, 'Third Prince Grand General' — your bearing is as before."

"Can't compare to you lot lording it over others, living carefree." The brat showed no scruples, giving no one any face.

The Heavenly Court's interior was naturally not a monolith.

Nezha and the Four Heavenly Kings were old acquaintances, familiar faces, but that did not mean the two sides were "old friends."

The Mo Family four brothers and Nezha were enemies during the Investiture of the Gods affair; the two sides fundamentally could not piss in the same pot.

Calling them old enemies would not be an overstatement.

"The Mountains and Seas Realm collapsed and perished; former Heavenly Court colleagues, few remain." Mo Liqing spoke, his voice sincere, "Why must Third Prince press so aggressively?"

"When you lot threw bombs at my head, why didn't you say that?"

"Third Prince jests; at that time we truly did not know your identity." Mo Lihong said.

This was indeed the plain truth; before the Invincible War God produced three heads and six arms, they really did not know this one was Nezha.

"Moreover, at that time the Great Sun Temple's ordinary mortals' actions — mere mortals acting — could they have injured Third Prince?" The third brother Mo Lihai spoke, his tone somewhat mocking, "A mere toy, and Third Prince would therefore transfer his anger onto us four brothers? Was it really injured? Then that truly is our four brothers' fault."

"Great Sun Temple... so the Yellow Robe Society's backers are you lot; who is behind the Great Sun Temple?" Nezha did not take the bait, instead turning to ask — this was also the doubt in his heart.

Who exactly stood behind the Yellow Robe Society, the Great Sun Temple, and the Red Lotus Society had always been a mystery.

Third Prince's curiosity, all these years, to speak honestly, had been pent up quite heavily.

"Could it be... it really is the Jade Emperor?" Before the Mo Family Four Brothers could speak, Nezha muttered to himself.

The deity worshipped by the Yellow Robe Society is named "Yellow-Robed King · Haotian Jade Emperor."

And the Jade Emperor's full title is "Haotian Jinque Supreme Natural Wondrous Existence Maitreya True Jade Emperor God," which also contains the two characters Haotian.

"Naturally not." Mo Liqing shook his head slightly, "Behind the Great Sun Temple are those bald donkeys of Spirit Mountain; those stirring up trouble via the Red Lotus Society are a group of monsters dead yet not stiff."

He revealed a tiny bit, but on the crucial parts, said nothing at all.

"Is that what this young master wants to hear?"

Nezha raised the illusory Qiankun Hoop, threatening.

"If Third Prince wants to know who the Haotian Jade Emperor is, why not come with us for a trip — it would also be good to return to the true Heavenly Court." Mo Liqing said, gradually revealing his fangs.