Chapter 528: He Is Not Alone

Eight enormous palms, fingers spread wide, swept toward him.

As if the heavens were tilting!

Tang Luo's body paused, as if he had "stood" in place for an instant.

The next breath, invisible ripples spread from beneath his feet, and he became a blur, darting away.

At the same time, "Thunder Rumbled"!

Numerous cracks appeared on the legs of the Mo family mech, spreading rapidly and shattering!

Accompanied by the sound of steel tearing and breaking, the leg of the Mo family mech, already severed by a ferocious crack, completely shattered.

Tang Luo had torn off one of its legs on the spot.

Using the enemy's leg as a springboard, while destroying one leg of the Mo family mech, Tang Luo slipped through the sole gap in the iron curtain formed by the eight palms.

In the nick of time, perilously close!

The eight palms missed; the Mo family mech, having lost a leg, tilted slightly forward. The eight arms that had been reaching for its legs, as if utterly devoid of inertia, came to a complete halt in the blink of an eye.

It folded and reversed, instantly changing direction, reaching again for the fleeing Tang Luo.

The immense power, accompanied by a raging wind, surged toward Tang Luo like stormy waves.

Tang Luo looked like a tiny boat in a roaring sea, swaying, as if he would be swallowed and shattered by the waves.

"I can only avoid it for now," Nezha thought to himself.

Such an assault cannot be hard-resisted.

Though the eight-armed strength is great, there are always gaps; with Tang Xuanzang's power, he should be able to dodge...

Wait!

Nezha's expression suddenly changed. If he remembered correctly, Tang Luo seemed unable to fly!

He flies back and forth relying on two things: one is the endlessly useful Merit Jade Lotus, and the other is the Western Sea from years ago, and his fellow "Third Prince" Ao Yulie.

Tang Xuanzang cannot fly!

Does this mean he can only hard-resist?

It's not that Nezha thinks Tang Luo cannot withstand it, but why bother? One can hard-resist the fury, but it's unnecessary.

Doing so would also injure oneself.

This heaven and earth is not like the former Mountains and Seas Realm; the spiritual energy is abundant, and heavenly treasures and earthly riches are numerous.

This "world" is a wasteland, as ordinary people see it; for gods and buddhas like Nezha, it is even more so.

Truly usable things are really scarce—only a few.

For example, that toxic, explosive substance called black obsidian spirit stone.

In such an environment, one must avoid injury; if possible, avoid it, just as ordinary people in the wilderness might see a small wound worsen into a life-threatening injury.

To fight in this heaven and earth, one must be steady; steadiness is the way.

Why do everyone use mechs? Besides their original injuries and insufficient combat strength, there is another important reason: unwillingness to suffer further injury.

"I can only hard-resist," Nezha thought, his heart sinking slightly.

One must know, this is not the final battle; preserving strength is very important.

Tang Luo in the air slightly turned his body, using the "Lotus Step"; the third-level Lotus Step allowed him to stand in the void.

Facing the eight palms sweeping toward him.

He withdrew his Mystic Transformation, raised his hands, and fiercely struck out, with no intention of dodging at all.

Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal!

A huge palm appeared, its size nearly equal to that of the Mo family mech's sweeping palms.

However, the Mo family mech has eight arms, while Tang Luo struck out with both hands simultaneously, so the Great Hand Seal amounted to only two...

Wrong!

Tang Luo's hands trembled, and afterimages appeared.

Thousand Hands cannot defend!

Tang Luo simultaneously displayed two divine abilities; another six Great Hand Seals likewise appeared, meeting the Mo family mech's palms.

Sixteen palms collided!

Violent force scattered outward, instantly enveloping everything around.

In the sky, the thick cloud layer revealed a huge hollow.

Flying sand and stones, darkness shrouded heaven and earth.

Nezha narrowed his eyes; the booming roar filled heaven and earth.

He saw the six arms of the Mo family mech vanish like foam, turning into countless fragments that danced through the sky!

The terrifying force transmitted outward; the heavily forward-leaning mech body emitted a sound of being unable to bear the load, and the sky carrier beneath it, long "bullied," finally could not withstand it.

It shattered into several pieces; huge fragments, like mountains falling from heaven, heavily struck the ground, causing the earth to tremble.

The Mo family mech was no better; its eight arms were simultaneously shattered by Tang Luo, and compared to its original size, it could almost be said to have been reduced to powder.

The fragments fell down.

The Mo family's body also showed obvious misalignment, with cracks spreading.

Its massive body flipped backward and upside down, crashing heavily to the ground like the sky carrier.

Huge cracks spread from the surrounding area of the appearing pit, and one by one, ravines formed.

Compared to the place where Nezha was ambushed, it was deep but not shallow.

Explosions, booms—everything seemed like the end of the world!

Looking from afar at this area, firelight, smoke and dust, shadows, and muffled sounds created a scene of utter chaos.

It is impossible for any living being to survive in such an environment.

In the middle of the pit was a massive Mo family mecha, slowly rising to its feet—only eight arms, but the terrifying war machine had not yet fallen.

The flames bursting from its body were not enough to affect the mecha's movement, even with the explosions.

Speaking of which, it was rather unfortunate—these were originally stored away, the so-called "conventional firepower."

Even at a major power's gathering point, the Mo family mecha could easily raze it to the ground in minutes—just relying on the firepower weapons mounted on its body would suffice.

Unfortunately, these conventional firepower had little effect on Tang Luo.

The force was too dispersed to pose a real threat.

Far inferior to the mecha acting on its own.

Yet unexpectedly, even the mecha's immense power could not withstand Tang Xuanzang before them.

Sun Wukong back then seemed not to possess such strength either.

Countless gun barrels opened, aiming to lock onto Tang Luo in the sky and fire various missiles and high-energy beams.

Before the undamaged firing system could lock onto Tang Luo, he reached out and grasped at the Mo family mecha in midair.

The Great Hand Seal appeared once again.

This time the situation reversed—earlier it was the Mo family brothers' eight arms covering Tang Luo, now Tang Luo's Great Hand Seal descended from the heavens, grabbing toward the Mo family mecha.

Tang Luo's left hand made a grasping motion, and the Great Hand Seal directly seized one of the Mo family mecha's heads.

Then, Tang Luo lifted his left hand upward.

A tremendous cracking sound came continuously, nearly drowning out the surrounding explosions.

The originally opened gun ports suddenly closed significantly.

This massive head belonging to Mo Lishou, along with the connected black "spine," was pulled out as one piece.

Within the circular "spine," hidden inside was precisely Mo Lishou!

The Great Hand Seal closed in, the head crushed into a ball of fire, while the "cylindrical cockpit" retained some power, flames jetting from its base as it tried to escape.

Tang Luo drew the Xuanbian, nocked the bow, and loosed an arrow.

This time, even the Liuli arrow was unnecessary—just pure force condensed into an invisible arrow, slicing through the sky; all visible was a single arrow trace tearing through the smoke and dust.

Ripples spread outward.

Mo Lishou's cockpit was struck by the Xuanbian arrow, instantly shattering into pieces, and a figure fell out from within.

The figure appeared in better condition than Mo Lishou—at least not a desiccated corpse wrapped in skin—but the aura was extremely weak, unable even to float, and began to fall downward.

Tang Luo paid no heed to Mo Lishou, nor did he dodge the various missiles and high-energy beams finally fired.

Only the Liuli pure robes on his body fluttered automatically, a faint light appearing.

A faint illusion appeared before him, blocking all the high-energy firepower attacks completely.

Tang Luo himself kept grabbing and pulling with both hands, like pulling radishes, and extracted the remaining three heads of the Mo family mecha.

Including the black cylindrical cockpit inside.

The Mo family mecha, still barely capable of combat, lost its controllers and immediately fell silent—its opened gun ports closed on their own, turning into a wrecked mecha with no head, no hands, only one leg and a torso.

Tang Luo pressed his thumb against his index finger, flicking repeatedly.

The three heads shattered likewise, the remaining black cylindrical cockpit, plus the fallen, half-dead Mo Lishou in the pit, were all drawn before his eyes.

With a casual sweep of the Xuanbian sword, he cut the cockpit into six sections, and the Mo family brothers "fell" out from within.

The eldest, Mo Lique, was in worse condition than before—eyes tightly shut, completely unconscious.

Mo Li Hai and the fourth brother, Mo Lishou, were similar, though he had also lost an arm.

Mo Li Hong was the least injured among the four—at least he could still fly, and at this moment he could barely struggle, glaring angrily at Tang Luo.

Nezha hovered on the black lotus, flying over slowly, as leisurely as a hot air balloon: "You actually can fly now? Then why didn't you dodge earlier?"

"Monks do not tell lies," Tang Luo said.

"Since I said I'd dismantle the Gundam, I'd dismantle the Gundam—of course I wouldn't dodge."

"How do you plan to deal with them?" Nezha asked, his mouth twitching twice.

"Isn't this your responsibility?" Tang Luo replied, somewhat puzzled.

"Huh?"

Nezha and Mo Li Hong's faces simultaneously showed strange expressions—what do you mean by that?

"Wasn't it you who was supposed to dismantle the Gundam?"

"You can still move and fly, huh?" Tang Luo, the Gundam-dismantling expert, looked at Nezha and said.

"You think I'm completely unable to move?" Nezha said, "Then why did you act so recklessly just now?"

The implication was clear: aren't you afraid of accidentally injuring incapacitated allies?

Tang Luo was very confident: "You are the mighty and illustrious Great General—dying in the aftermath of my Gundam dismantling would be too embarrassing, wouldn't it? I'm sure you wouldn't let such a thing happen; this is my trust in you!"

"..."

Nezha opened his mouth, almost uttering something fragrant, then changed the subject: "You're not planning to deal with them?"

"Actually, I never intended to definitely convert them from the start," Tang Luo said sincerely, "Why not think—what is our plan?"

Nezha fell into thought, then after two seconds looked at the Mo family four brothers and sneered like a brat: "Self-inflicted harm cannot survive."

Here's how it happened.

Tang Luo and Nezha indeed wanted to draw out those hidden gods and buddhas, but they never said they wanted to kill all of them.

They didn't even know who was who or what they wanted to do.

They weren't apocalyptic demon kings.

Although bombarded once, Nezha did have some fire in him, but this was all within the plan.

Later, when the Mo family brothers appeared in full glory, it was actually entirely negotiable.

What? You say the Mo family believes in sincere invitations, wanting to talk with Nezha?

Talking nonsense—Ne Zha really entered the other party's palace, and with high probability was turned into a bowl of lotus root soup by these four brothers, a great tonic!

Ne Zha saw through these four guys' ill intentions and didn't bother with pleasantries, going straight for the attack.

Tang Luo watched the fight, got itchy hands, and came out to dismantle the Gundam.

Do the Magic Family Four Brothers, the Four Heavenly Kings of the Heavenly Court, have any grudge against Tang Luo?

The answer is no.

If one must say, back then Sun Wukong beat them up, and not just once.

As Sun Wukong's master, Tang Luo will to some extent be hated by association.

But that's all; aside from that, there's truly no need for the two sides to fight to the death.

However, Tang Luo is on Ne Zha's side, so in the end it came to this—after all, he has no interest in being a peacemaker, each side taking a step back.

Moreover, the correct way to break up a fight isn't to knock one side down, is it?

If one side of the fight is gone, this fight definitely can't continue—solving the annoyance at the root, very "high monk."

The true way to cease hostilities!

As for persuading which side to lie down, it depends on closeness.

If these four guys had never harbored improper thoughts toward Ne Zha from the start, we could just treat each other as unpleasant colleagues meeting in a "foreign land," and have a brief chat.

Without stabbing each other in the back, the situation would be completely different.

Ne Zha feigning weakness isn't for "pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger"—it's like putting down the gun and extending a hand, showing he's harmless to humans and beasts alike, that he doesn't want to fight!

The Magic Family Four Brothers were very confident and didn't accept Ne Zha's goodwill.

That's why he said these guys are "self-inflicted harm, cannot live."

"How to deal with them is your business. I'm just helping you, and incidentally asking some questions." Tang Luo said, "If you decide to convert them, I can take over."

"Of course they must be converted." Ne Zha won't be soft-hearted.

New grudges and old hatreds are calculated together.

Tang Luo grabbed the possibly regretful Magic Li Hong and brought him before his eyes, performing soul conversion.

In this situation, the Magic Brothers certainly won't speak obediently, so soul conversion is naturally needed—Magic Li Hong appears to be the only one who can withstand a bit of its power.

The weak soul emerged, Magic Li Hong seemed to be in a world of ice and snow.

"Let's keep it simple—you're this weak, and you really aren't easy to 'convert'." Tang Luo said, "I'll use less force, you'll also suffer a bit."

Magic Li Hong merely stared at Tang Luo with a cold smile.

"Ah, indeed laying down the butcher's knife is no easy matter." Tang Luo said, waving his hand.

The light of the Merit Jade Lotus fell upon Magic Li Hong's soul, healing and nourishing him.

"You?" Magic Li Hong's expression changed, his soul stabilized, bathed in warmth, yet he felt not a hint of joy.

"Amitabha."

Tang Luo chanted a Buddhist phrase, the halo behind his head, "Buddha's Light Treasure Aura," "Buddha saves those with affinity—this way your 'affinity' with me, the poor monk, can last longer."

Fear appeared in Magic Li Hong's eyes.

Demon monk!

Finally understood why Ne Zha laughed hysterically at first, why he called this person a "demon monk."

This is a monk too lazy to even put on a surface act, from head to toe exuding a demonic nature.

"You should be locked in the Demon-Subduing Pagoda!" Magic Li Hong roared.

Basically just a monk gone demon, demonic thoughts clinging to him, the monks of Great Thunder Sound Temple are all blind as dogs, letting him roam free?

Why not lock this guy in the Demon-Subduing Pagoda?

Suppressed for hundreds of thousands of years—directly suppressing him to death is the best outcome.

"Actually, I just came out of there not long ago." Tang Luo said, formally performing soul conversion!

"One glance, ten thousand years."

Soul conversion, as seen from the outside world, is basically instantaneous—Tang Luo released Magic Li Hong, letting him fall.

In midair, Magic Li Hong turned into a corpse, unable to maintain his form, swept up by the howling wind into a pile of fragments, merging into the earth beneath his feet.

"How was it?" Ne Zha looked at Tang Luo and asked.

Tang Luo said: "I got the answer, but the situation is somewhat special."

"What do you mean?"

"The Yellow-Clothed King·Heavenly Jade Emperor, he is not a single person, but——'a group of people'." Tang Luo said.