Chapter 537: Red Boy

Whether there is family leave or not doesn't really matter.

The spatial turbulence caused by the collapse of the Sea and Mountain Realm is like turbulence; it's not that if you happened to be standing together at the time, and if you didn't die afterward, you would definitely appear in the same "fragmented small world."

It's just that the probability is a bit higher.

Under normal circumstances, the situation now is that Red Boy and Princess Iron Fan are reunited as mother and son, and possibly even the Bull Demon King.

The raging wind ceased, Tang Luo spun in midair and landed steadily.

"Holy Monk, long time no see."

A clear, pleasant voice sounded from behind; Tang Luo turned around and saw a lady in palace attire, beautiful and handsome enough to be called a female bodhisattva.

However, a hint of killing intent was hidden in her brows, faint but present.

"Lady Bull." Tang Luo smiled slightly, drew the Mystic Transformation, thought for a moment, transformed it into the Mystic Transformation Sword, and thrust forward with a sword.

Princess Iron Fan was startled, crossing her dual swords in front of her body.

With a clear "ding" sound.

Her body violently retreated; Princess Iron Fan barely managed to block Tang Luo's sword, but her hands hung at her sides, trembling slightly, almost unable to grip the dual swords in her hands.

"Long time no see, Lady Bull, your grace remains as before."

Tang Luo slowly approached, holding the Mystic Transformation Sword.

"You..."

Princess Iron Fan sheathed her dual swords, took out the banana fan, and the killing intent in her brows fully revealed itself.

Her splendid palace attire also transformed into armor, fully that of a rakshasa woman.

"Come, let's fight first, and we can chat slowly during the fight." Tang Luo said with a smile, "Don't worry, it won't hurt much, and I won't kill you."

Elsewhere.

Nezha controlled the black lotus to stabilize: "What's going on?"

Before him, another person appeared, someone who looked about his age, seven or eight years old.

Dressed entirely in red, at first glance somewhat resembling Nezha.

However, he was somewhat rounder than Nezha, with a head of red hair flickering like flames.

He wasn't wearing a golden hoop, which had already been sacrificed by Tang Luo and the others upon entering this mission world.

"Shancai." Nezha said.

Red Boy's face was cold and stern, without a trace of childish innocence, with a hint of gloom; he held the fire-point spear in one hand, aiming it at Nezha: "Come, let's fight!"

"You look like someone who can fight?" Nezha said, tone mocking.

"If I'm not mistaken. You're controlling divine grace bestowed by the gods behind the scenes; I don't believe you only have that ridiculous toy mecha." Red Boy said, "If you don't fight, you die."

"Ha." Nezha laughed, "Little brat, you're quite arrogant."

As he spoke, Nezha's body slowly floated up from the black lotus.

The expression on his face showed a hint of pain; a layer of black mist could be seen spreading, black patterns crawling up his cheeks, revealing an eerie feeling.

His originally lost lower half had already regrown.

However, it wasn't normal growth, but the growth of black limbs.

And it spread upward, covering his entire body, forming a formidable black armor and a black spear.

The Heaven-Entwining Silk coiled around his arms, drifting behind him.

Nezha's aura surged: "Time is short, half an incense stick, eighty percent power, little brat, don't die later."

This is Nezha's final trump card, different from the invincible war god used for control.

The special materials used are completely fused with Nezha's body, and obsidian is used as the power source.

It allows Nezha to exert eighty percent of his normal strength.

But the time is very short, not due to obsidian consumption.

Rather, because obsidian is toxic; the patterns on Nezha's face are not from his chuunibyo flare-up, but are the external manifestation of deadly poison.

Nezha, in his lotus incarnation, can support half an incense stick of time; after that, the toxin will gradually erode his body.

Given his severely injured state, the longer the time, the harder it is to recover, and in the end he will die.

Unless there is some heavenly treasure or elixir to suppress or remove the obsidian poison.

Red Boy's face remained cold and stern; he retracted and extended his right hand, and the fire-point spear in his hand crossed the distance between them, appearing before Nezha.

Nezha met the challenge head-on, raising his hand and also thrusting with a spear.

The spear tips collided, sending out ripples.

Red Boy's hand bulged with blue veins, his tiger's mouth went numb; this collision almost made him drop the fire-point spear.

Nezha then twisted his black spear, the spear tip spinning fiercely like an awl, and thrust forward again.

With a clear ringing sound, the tip of the fire-point spear shot high into the air, almost knocked from his hand.

Red Boy's body involuntarily leaned backward.

Nezha seized the initiative, without the slightest hesitation, shook his wrist, and the spear tip bloomed like flowers, separately pointing at Red Boy's head, four limbs, chest, and abdomen—seven points.

Speaking of close-combat spear techniques, even Red Boy, who is skilled with the spear, is truly just a little brat before Nezha.

Moreover, Red Boy seems to have an appearance of being strong on the outside but weak within.

However, Red Boy's truly fearsome divine ability and magic art is not his fire-point spear, but the Samadhi True Fire!

Only seen: Red Boy, whose body had leaned back, closed his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, and flared his nostrils.

From his nostrils instantly gushed out black thick smoke!

That thick smoke carried scorching high temperature, instantly enveloping everything around, including himself and Nezha before him.

Nezha's spear tip naturally pointed to empty air, his eyes narrowed.

The surrounding high temperature couldn't yet harm him, but the thick smoke irritated his eyes, truly making Nezha uncomfortable, almost unable to "see objects."

This visual impairment is not merely a matter of being unable to see with the eyes; even perception can be occasionally obscured, and it is accompanied by a piercing pain.

Back then, Sun Wukong was also made quite disheveled by the smoke and mist of the Samadhi True Fire.

Nezha's lotus flower incarnation does not have a major impact, yet he also falls into a passive state.

"Quick battle, quick decision!"

Grabbing the floating Huntian Ling at his side with his left hand, Nezha gave it a fierce flick, and the red Huntian Ling danced wildly across the sky, weaving into a net that covered his flank.

Yet he did not hit anyone.

"Huh?" Nezha felt somewhat puzzled, and flicked again; the Huntian Ling danced once more, nearly covering all the space around him.

In the thick black smoke, there was nothing but red shadows.

Yet this strike likewise failed to hit Red Boy; the anticipated attack did not come, and worse, Red Boy himself could not be found.

"Did he hide?"

Nezha frowned, twisted his wrist twice, retracted the Huntian Ling wrapped around his hand, and flung the spear in his hand into the air.

The black spear instantly transformed into countless spears, swirling around Nezha.

He did not care where Red Boy was hiding; he simply picked a direction at random and shot off instantly. The surrounding area became a storm of black spears like raining meteors, and his entire being turned into a dangerous weapon.

The black smoke of the Samadhi True Fire surged, seemingly trying to keep up with Nezha, but its speed was insufficient.

In no time, the black smoke rolled heavily; Nezha burst out of it, looked around, and saw no trace of Red Boy.

After he spewed black smoke to trap Nezha, he actually fled in panic?

"Little brat!"

Nezha gritted his teeth; this little brat had actually played him for a fool, and immediately, wind stirred beneath his feet as he flew off in one direction.

"Lady Ox."

Tang Luo stood high and looked down, gazing at the Iron Fan Princess kneeling on the ground before him, her hair slightly disheveled, breathing heavily.

The Banana Fan was stepped on by Tang Luo and lay on the ground.

The surrounding land was ravaged with countless gullies and ravines, yet the air was heavy with moisture; water droplets condensed on Tang Luo's hair and slowly dripped to the ground.

This was the moisture exhaled by the Banana Fan.

When necessary, it could become as heavy as a mountain, yet it still could not press down on Tang Luo.

"What do you and Red Boy intend to do?" Tang Luo asked, his Xuanbian already retracted, his hands empty, as he looked at the Iron Fan Princess.

Although the Iron Fan Princess had not suffered any injury, she was already utterly exhausted from the earlier battle.

Though the demon monk before her said with his mouth, "It will not hurt, nor will I kill her," each strike, each blow made her feel a mortal danger.

The aura of death had nearly become tangible, swirling around her.

One careless move would mean death and the vanishing of the Dao.

The Iron Fan Princess had no choice but to exert all her strength to defend—well, merely to defend, with no chance to counterattack.

In the short duration of the battle, nearly all of her "strength" had been drained.

If this were a world abounding in heavenly and earthly vital energy, she could continue fighting without such embarrassment.

But here, there is no heavenly and earthly vital energy to speak of; fighting under these conditions is like an ordinary person doing intense exercise on a high plateau with thin air.

All losses cannot be replenished even slightly; only through prolonged adjustment and rest can recovery occur.

In the fierce life-and-death struggle, the loss had already become too great to be described as merely "huge."

By now, the Iron Fan Princess had no strength left to resist, like a weak and powerless lamb.

Tang Luo, of such a level of mighty man, naturally remained calm and composed, not even breathing heavily.

"Holy Monk, you're so unreasonable..." the Iron Fan Princess said weakly, "Clearly, you were the one who first laid hands on me, a married woman, and now you come to question me?"

"Tsk." Tang Luo said, "Lady Ox, I'm giving you face for old times' sake—don't make me force you to drink the penalty wine after refusing the toast."

As he spoke, one hand had already pressed down on her head.

The Iron Fan Princess urgently said, "You really want to kill me? I'm your disciple's sister-in-law!"

"At this moment, you want to acknowledge Sun Wukong as your little brother-in-law again?" Tang Luo laughed.

"Red Boy ran away, wow, you caught his mother?" At this moment, Nezha flew over, sounding somewhat surprised.

"Ran away?" Tang Luo seemed to have realized something, "Then your target was originally Ananda and Kasyapa, wasn't it?"

"I'll go check!" Nezha said, immediately flying off; he knew his current state could not be maintained for long, so he had to seize the time—if he didn't strike soon, there would be no chance.

"What deep grudge do you have with Ananda and the others?" Tang Luo asked.

Red Boy had followed Guanyin as Shan Cai Tongzi; it was impossible for him to bear a grudge against Ananda and Kasyapa.

Could it be something that happened after the collapse of the Shan Hai Realm?

"And what about the Ox King?"

Facing Tang Luo's question, the Iron Fan Princess merely said, "If the Holy Monk is interested, why not go see for yourself?"

"Before, I never noticed you lot liked to play scheming tricks and riddles." Tang Luo casually grabbed the Iron Fan Princess and the Banana Fan, then followed Nezha.

Not long after, they arrived at the place where Ananda and Kasyapa were.

They were merely a step too late.

This double-faced Buddha was now in a frenzy, Ananda shouting loudly: "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Beside him, the old monk led five monks in struggling to defend.

Around them were large and small prototypes of dozens of monsters, all now silent, already corpses.