Chapter 920: Each Relies on Their Own Ability—Whoever Captures It Keeps It

"What do you mean by bringing out that Eight Trigrams Furnace! Do you think I'd be afraid?" The Jade Emperor in the high skies furrowed his brows, letting out a cold snort in his heart.

He really had no fear at all.

The Jade Emperor is the legitimate ruler of the Heavenly Court, which is completely different from Mílè.

One is an emperor by birthright; the other has a sense of having gained his position illegitimately.

Although Mílè is called the Future Buddha, the Great Thunder Sound Temple is not a mortal dynasty, and there has never been a saying that Mílè would definitely inherit the position of its abbot.

Moreover, even if there were, Mílè is a crown prince of six thousand years.

If Rúlái does not speak for a day, Mílè is ultimately the Future Buddha.

But the Jade Emperor is not.

"What do you mean? I am the master of the Heavenly Court!"

The Jade Emperor's thunderous voice rolled down: "Do you think waving an Eight Trigrams Furnace will shake me? Tang Xuanzang, is that all you've got?"

The Guizhou donkey's tricks are exhausted.

Tang Luo ignored the Jade Emperor, merely staring at the Eight Trigrams Furnace before him.

The shaking Eight Trigrams Furnace did not stop; instead, it began to vibrate violently.

The lid of the furnace top trembled continuously, emitting successive sounds.

Flames shot out from the gaps when the lid stirred, the scorching heat making Yang Sheng frown—what's going on with this furnace?

Is it going to explode?

At the moment the thought arose, the Eight Trigrams Furnace cracked inside and out, Six Ding Divine Fire seeped through the fissures, exploded, and formed a soaring fire pillar.

The fire pillar wasn't particularly tall, but it twisted everything around it, and the immortals' illusions vanished instantly in the faintly seeping heat.

Soon, the fire pillar scattered and shattered into three clusters of flame, each landing at one of the three positions on the fighting platform.

Those immortals' illusions reappeared, staring at the scene on the fighting platform.

The three clusters of flame gradually died out.

In the north, silver armor gleamed with cold light; a three-pointed two-edged blade thrust toward the sky, a black cloak fluttered behind, and golden vertical lines marked the brow.

Erlang Shen Yang Jian!

In the south, scarlet Heaven-Mixing Silk swirled gracefully; beneath his feet, Six Ding Divine Fire condensed into a Wind Fire Wheel, the flames on his fire-tip spear slowly died out, yet the spear tip flowed with gorgeous red.

Third Prince Nezha!

In the east, a Phoenix-Wing Purple-Gold Crown, Linked Golden Armor, Lotus-Silk Cloud-Stepping Shoes; behind him, four great banners pierced the heavens, inscribed with four characters—Great Sage Equal to Heaven!

Sun Wukong!

The four great banners fluttered, flew upward, condensed into a Golden Hooped Rod, which Sun Wukong caught and hoisted onto his shoulder as he gazed at the Jade Emperor in the heavens.

In the west, the white-haired monk Tang Xuanzang gave a light chuckle before answering the Jade Emperor's question: "It means nothing; they just want to come out."

Among the immortals, the Old Man of the Mountains and Seas' watching gaze suddenly shifted.

Nezha, Yang Jian, Sun Wukong, Tang Xuanzang!

These four...

On the fighting platform, Yang Sheng, standing among the four, glanced around, his gaze settling on Yang Jian's back.

Of the four, aside from Tang Luo initially facing him, the others all had their backs to him, looking up at the host of immortals, heavenly soldiers and generals, and the Jade Emperor.

"You are the former Manifest Sage True Lord?" Yang Sheng stared at Yang Jian and asked.

The third eye on his forehead opened fully, releasing a hazy golden light.

"Third Eye, you handle clearing the northern and eastern heavenly soldiers and generals; Nezha blocks the southern ones; Master will convert the western ones." Sun Wukong swung his Golden Hooped Rod, letting out a deep, muffled howl, "Old Jade Emperor, I, Old Monkey, will take care of beating you—no problem."

"You take north and east; I'll take the Jade Emperor." Yang Jian expressed disagreement.

"Wait, why am I suddenly just blocking here? Monkey, what do you mean? Besides, I also want to beat that old fogey." Nezha complained.

The Li family (except him) was loyal to the Jade Emperor, but in the end Jinzha was used by the Jade Emperor as a tool to test Tang Luo, which made Nezha unhappy.

"Because you're the weakest, what's the problem?" Sun Wukong said.

"Me? The weakest? Come on, let's fight three hundred rounds—whoever loses is the shortest!"

"Shut up! The Jade Emperor is entrusted to my master; I can be the enemy of the Heavenly Court."

"Never mind, Master; look at your condition—disabled folks shouldn't join the fuss; just block the heavenly soldiers to expend their residual heat." Sun Wukong spoke confidently, "Besides, isn't there still Mílè later? That guy we definitely won't compete with you for."

"I have countless trump cards; just take out any one, and you'll know what cruelty is." Tang Luo said.

Several people argued over enemy allocation to the point of nearly fighting on the spot.

Such an arrogant attitude and behavior made many immortals resentful.

The Old Man of the Mountains and Seas showed an expression that said, "Exactly, it's them!"

The Jade Emperor watched coldly, his face slightly grim, his heavy dignity gradually spreading, as if the heavens themselves were sinking.

But the angriest person was the fifth on the fighting platform—Yang Sheng, completely ignored. As for Tai Bai Jinxing, his illusion was swept away by the Six Ding Divine Fire; when it reappeared, he was already beside the Jade Emperor.

The enraged Yang Sheng had twisted veins bulging on his forehead.

These veins gathered like living creatures around the third eye.

The hazy golden light emanating from the third eye instantly turned into a golden beam as thick as a finger, stabbing toward Yang Jian.

Yang Jian timely turned, shaking his three-pointed two-edged blade; the blade tip blocked the golden light, spun, and tore apart the golden light shooting from the third eye.

The three-pointed two-edged blade turned into a silver streak that sliced across the sky, pierced Yang Sheng's body, and pinned him directly to the fighting platform.

Yang Sheng's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and his third eye quickly closed.

"Clang," his three-pointed two-edged blade fell to the ground.

Yang Jian turned back, raised his right hand, and the three-pointed two-edged blade flew out on its own, returning to his grasp, completely taking away Yang Sheng's last vestige of life.

The gap between the former and current Erlang Shen is surprisingly large.

Actually, Yang Sheng isn't that weak; his strength ranks among the foremost in the Heavenly Court's Gods' Roll.

But the problem is, Yang Jian has now broken through and taken his stand; he is no longer what he once was.

Yang Jian is like that, then what about Nezha? Sun Wukong!

The Jade Emperor's right hand, resting on the armrest, slowly clenched; cracks spread across the golden dragon-head armrest, almost being crushed by the Jade Emperor himself.

"Your Majesty..." Tai Bai Gold Star spoke.

The Jade Emperor nodded almost imperceptibly.

On the platform, Yang Jian withdrew his three-pronged double-edged blade: "Each relies on their own ability; whoever gets it first keeps it."

Just as his words fell, Sun Wukong shot up into the sky: "This old monkey is going!"

At the moment he shot up, a terrifying extermination grand formation activated, enveloping the entire platform and covering Tang Luo and his three companions.

"Another formation." Tang Luo muttered.

Formation after formation—can't we just come forward openly and fight head-on, fist to flesh?

Only that is a real fight; hiding behind formations and playing dirty tricks—what kind of man is that?

Eat my staff!

Sun Wukong's wild shout came from the sky; his golden hooped staff transformed into a sky‑supporting pillar, which he swung from behind over his head toward the incoming destruction grand formation.

The two collided.

The grand formation shattered; Sun Wukong fell from the sky and slammed hard onto the platform, causing the extremely sturdy platform to sink and a shattered pit to appear.

"Hey! Stay put!"

Sun Wukong pulled his feet out of the platform.

This platform specially prepared for Tang Luo is indeed suitable for combat; its capacity to withstand battle is quite good.

Even if they fight, it won't shatter in a short while.

If it were the heavenly palace of the celestial court, this blow would probably have pierced through.

The heavenly palace is not a place specifically meant for fighting.

When Sun Wukong destroyed the grand formation and fell back onto the platform, Tang Luo and his two companions cleverly seized the opportunity to rush toward the sky.

The grand formation fell and was destroyed; the illusory figures of the immortals have already vanished.

Only the Jade Emperor and Tai Bai Gold Star remain.

They look so close, yet so far, with countless heavenly soldiers and generals in between.

They formed a grand formation, respectively blocking Tang Luo and his three companions.

Yang Jian turned his body, employing Heaven‑Earth Dharma Form; his towering ten‑thousand‑zhang stature made the countless heavenly soldiers before him seem as tiny as ants.

Those heavenly soldiers formed a grand formation, concentrating their power, and a golden‑clad giant not inferior in size to Yang Jian's Heaven‑Earth Dharma Form appeared, with three heads and six arms, each holding a sword, spear, shield, and axe.

Because the spear is a long spear and the sword is a long sword, both are gripped with two hands.

The other two hands hold a shield and a short axe.

Two extraordinarily huge giants, feet planted on the platform like movable celestial pillars, stood there and began to fight; Yang Jian's three‑pronged double‑edged blade danced wildly—impervious to ink when defending, and like a raging dragon when attacking.

Although lightning occasionally flashed in the void, striking Yang Jian's body, it still could not stop him from beating the golden‑clad giant into a steady retreat.

Each clash directly killed a large number of heavenly soldiers.

If it weren't for the heavenly soldiers' vast numbers constantly replenishing, this golden‑clad giant would already have collapsed.

Although Yang Jian had a great advantage, he was momentarily impeded.

On the other side, Nezha's Huntian Ling rotated around his body, forming a spear‑like tip at the front, from which his fire‑tip spear thrust out, while behind him the wind‑fire wheels surged with the Six Ding divine fire.

He transformed into a gorgeous, sharp flame storm, continually parting the heavenly soldiers before him.

Riding the wind and breaking the waves, he "drove" toward the shore of the endless sea of heavenly soldiers.

The sea of heavenly soldiers, its terrifying waves relentlessly chased Nezha, but he always dodged the sharp edge, found the weak point, and shattered it.

Although his kill efficiency isn't as high as Yang Jian's, it looks like Nezha is the most likely to be the first to reach the Jade Emperor.

"Block!"

Another loud bang, a terrifying flame burst, clearing a space devoid of heavenly soldiers.

Nezha's fire‑tip spear was blocked.

An old man with a protruding forehead and flowing white beard, looking kind‑eyed and benevolent, blocked Nezha's attack with his staff.

"Third Prince, don't cause trouble." The old man looked at Nezha and said.

South Pole Longevity Great Emperor! Changing to a more familiar title, South Pole Immortal Old Man.

Besides the Jade Emperor, the celestial court actually has the Four Sovereign Great Emperors: the North Pole Purple Micro Great Emperor, the South Pole Longevity Great Emperor, the West Pole Hook Chen Great Emperor, and the East Pole Azure Splendor Great Emperor.

Among them, the Hook Chen Great Emperor has already died at Tang Luo's hands.

The remaining three are still alive and not dead, when the South Pole Longevity Great Emperor blocked Nezha.

In the golden‑clad giant fighting Yang Jian, a new powerful force was infused, its form shifting to become a dignified middle‑aged man, with starlight speckled behind him, and his sword composed of numerous celestial bodies and the starlight they emit.

The North Pole Purple Micro Great Emperor appeared.

Charging out, Sun Wukong, who was ready to slaughter in all directions, had his hands and feet entwined by thick roots, spreading and turning into a great tree that sealed him inside.

A green‑robed Daoist stepped forward, the East Pole Azure Splendor Great Emperor!

The Azure Splendor Great Emperor pressed his hand on the tree, causing it to begin vigorous growth into a towering giant tree.

Just then, the tree shattered from within, a hollow appeared, and a furry hand reached out, grabbing the Azure Splendor Great Emperor's palm and squeezing hard.

Intense pain transmitted through the palm; even with the Azure Splendor Great Emperor's composure, his face twitched slightly.

"This old monkey doesn't eat veggies!"

Sun Wukong tore apart the tree and swung his staff at the Azure Splendor Great Emperor.