Chapter 923: Destination, Great Thunder Sound Temple!

Boom!

Qinghua Great Emperor was sent flying by Sun Wukong's staff, crashing into the Heavenly Palace buildings beneath his feet, turning a large area into ruins, severely injured and unable to rise.

On the other side, Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged blade also pierced Ziwei Great Emperor's chest, lifting him onto the 'spear', looking grim and cruel.

But compared to Tang Luo revealing his glazed bone claw and grabbing the Jade Emperor's head, it's nothing.

The South Pole Immortal Elder withdrew his hand and actively distanced himself from Nezha.

Nezha wanted to pursue, but after looking around, he stopped again, unhappy!

Tang Luo looked toward where Tai Bai Golden Star was; Tai Bai Golden Star gave Tang Luo a deep look, his figure fading away, turning into a virtual shadow and disappearing.

Tang Luo and the others did not pursue; even if they wanted to, they couldn't catch up, unless Tang Luo had previously used the Life and Death Buddha Realm on Tai Bai Golden Star.

Moreover, letting Tai Bai Golden Star leave was already part of Tang Luo's plan. If he doesn't leave, who else could steadily spread the news and tell Maitreya what happened?

Having watched the entire battle, except for being excluded from the final sword, Tai Bai Golden Star, who also saw the aftermath, was the perfect choice.

As for the others, Tang Luo was not at ease.

And letting Tai Bai Golden Star escape also had its justification; this old good fellow had decent relations with Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha, so letting him go was quite normal.

Beneath their feet, the Heavenly Palace saw a large number of immortals and heavenly soldiers gathering, looking up at Tang Luo and his three companions in the sky.

Within the Heavenly Palace, they could not fly, except the Four Sovereign Emperors, who had that privilege.

As for Tang Luo and his group, they stubbornly endured the flight-ban formation, holding a high position.

If not for this formation still being able to stop the Heavenly Court's people, Sun Wukong might have already smashed them with a single staff.

The uninjured South Pole Immortal Elder blocked some immortals and heavenly soldiers who wanted to attack, preventing them from continuing to throw away their lives.

Tang Xuanzang was indeed seriously injured, but Sun Wukong and his companions were unharmed.

Continuing the fight, whether they could capture them was unknown, but the destruction of the Heavenly Palace was certain.

Looking the weakest and most likely to be captured, Tang Xuanzang still clutched the Jade Emperor in his hand!

The Jade Emperor took a blow that was not from the 'Slaughter Immortal Formation Sword'; although he resisted death with his Great Luo Realm, his injuries were extremely severe.

Not to mention having no strength to fight now; for a long time to come, he will be as weak as an ordinary mortal.

The Jade Emperor has already fallen into a deep coma; not dead, merely not dead.

Tang Luo lifted the Jade Emperor, shaking him like a broken ragdoll, shaking twice: 'Still want to fight?'

The South Pole Immortal Elder spoke: 'Holy Monk, what do you intend?'

As one of the Four Sovereign Emperors, the Jade Emperor was severely wounded and fainted, Tai Bai Golden Star fled. The other two: one was severely injured and unable to rise, the other was still being held aloft by the true Manifest Sage True Lord, Erlang Shen Yang Jian, on his spear.

Only he had the strength and qualification to step forward and represent the Heavenly Court in talks with Tang Luo and his group.

Fortunately, Tang Xuanzang and his disciples, as well as Yang Jian and Nezha, wanted to talk.

If they disregarded everything, killed the Jade Emperor and caused a great uproar, they would leave a Heavenly Court riddled with wounds, rather than the current situation where the Heavenly Palace is split in two.

'What are your intentions?' Tang Luo chuckled, 'Isn't it that you Heavenly Court want to be our enemies? I want to ask, what are your intentions, Heavenly Court?'

'...' The South Pole Immortal Elder said nothing.

What does the Heavenly Court intend? To be honest, he really doesn't know.

As an elder of the Mountain and Sea Realm, he actually opposes any conflict with Tang Luo.

It's just chasing and killing a Qin Guang King, right?

Losing face is a bit embarrassing, but if we let it cool down, after time passes, who would constantly remember this?

Oh, there's also a Qi Fortune Venerable later, but isn't Yang Jian still there?

This is the former Manifest Sage True Lord, a true elder of the Heavenly Court, who has shed blood for the Heavenly Court, made contributions, and has never met the Jade Emperor; instead, the Jade Emperor wants to see his Yang Jian.

With a stroke of the Spring and Autumn brush, making the Qi Fortune Venerable a Heavenly Court rebel would settle it.

How perfect.

But the person in charge of the Heavenly Court is not him; the Jade Emperor decides with a single word, and the South Pole Immortal Elder can only silently watch from the side.

At the critical moment, he still has to step forward to fight for the Heavenly Court.

This is an unchangeable stance; he is neither Nezha nor Yang Jian, originally having no sense of belonging to the Heavenly Court. When his temper flares, he says he'll rebel and will rebel, acting without hesitation and not leaving too much sentiment.

Having become the current situation, the South Pole Immortal Elder still has to consider the whole Heavenly Court, cleaning up the mess.

Actually, standing in the Jade Emperor's position, the South Pole Immortal Elder isn't unable to understand his choices, but you damn it, you never actually fought.

Then there's nothing to say; the losers are all wrong.

No matter how arrogant and domineering Tang Luo's attitude, the South Pole Immortal Elder can only endure it.

'This matter is the fault of my Heavenly Court.' The South Pole Immortal Elder remained silent for a moment, then proactively accepted responsibility.

'No, no.' Tang Luo shook the Jade Emperor, 'You think I came to argue right and wrong with you?'

'Then what does the Holy Monk mean?' the South Pole Immortal Elder asked.

Tang Luo smiled: 'It has nothing to do with right or wrong, it's meaningless. Actually, I came to the Heavenly Court for two things……'

'Please speak, Holy Monk.' the South Pole Immortal Elder breathed a sigh of relief; this demon monk having demands is fine, otherwise if he were desireless and unyielding, he would shatter the Heavenly Court.

'First, I'm about to go to the Great Thunder Sound Temple, to prevent that when I violently beat those clueless monks, a sneaky old yin bi jumps out to cause trouble, so I'll first beat up the nefarious petty person.' Tang Luo said, 'This goal has already been achieved.'

The South Pole Immortal Elder looked at Tang Luo's 'old yin bi' in his hand, unable to bear watching, and closed his eyes briefly.

To go cause trouble at the Great Thunder Sound Temple, and by the way give the Heavenly Court a beating.

You, Tang Xuanzang, have such imposing might!

'Second, I don't know where the Great Thunder Sound Temple is, so I came here to ask.' Tang Luo said, 'You definitely know where the Great Thunder Sound Temple is.'

'...' The South Pole Immortal Elder felt that his countless years of self-cultivation and nurturing were almost completely ruined at this moment.

Back when Sun Wukong was still an ignorant, reckless monkey demon, he never had Tang Xuanzang's level of tyrannical audacity.

I, the South Pole Immortal Elder, as soon as I arrived, saw you Tang Xuanzang violently beating the Jade Emperor again.

After finishing, you still want to beat Maitreya!

"Now, I've decided to add one more request." Tang Luo said, "Hand over the Heavenly Court's healing supplies and natural treasures as compensation."

"In that case, if the grudge between the Holy Monk and the Heavenly Court is settled, could His Majesty be spared?" South Pole Immortal Elder asked.

"Spare him?" Tang Luo tossed the Jade Emperor in his hand toward Yang Jian.

Yang Jian flung aside the Ziwei Great Emperor, then, like a relay, impaled the Jade Emperor on his three‑pointed two‑edged blade.

"Let Erlang Shen and Ne Zha decide—they're the ones who belong to your Heavenly Court, aren't they?" Tang Luo's words left many new immortals astonished.

"These two really are old-timers of the Heavenly Court?"

"True Lord, Third Prince…" the South Pole Immortal Elder gazed at Yang Jian and Ne Zha.

"Forget it—I'm now a lone lordless one; the last Jin Ta was sent by Your Majesty to be cannon fodder." Ne Zha snorted, "What's with the 'Third Prince' title?"

The South Pole Immortal Elder helplessly glanced at Ne Zha, almost forgetting he was a troublesome brat.

"I don't like him." Yang Jian looked at the Jade Emperor, "But I also don't want to see the Heavenly Court vanish—let's build Peach Mountain and press him under it for fifty thousand years!"

Straightforward and decisive, with no nonsense.

Using their own method against them.

As for the detention period, it's uncertain whether the Jade Emperor might die from his severe injuries.

"Good." The South Pole Immortal Elder readily agreed, and no other immortals objected.

Actually, only a few capable—or self‑considered capable—immortals who could speak seemed inclined to speak up, but Sun Wukong turned the Golden Hoop Staff in his hand.

The fierce fighting intent grew intense, and those immortals obediently kept silent.

"Let's begin." Yang Jian gathered the dying, comatose Jade Emperor.

The South Pole Immortal Elder issued the order on the spot, and the Heavenly Court began to act.

Naturally, the first things sent over were various healing supplies and natural treasures.

One could see Tang Luo stuffing himself with food and drink; many healing pills and divine objects that, if tossed into the lower realm (the Heavenly Court's ten thousand worlds), would stir up a bloody storm were being chewed up by him like he was munching peonies.

Many immortals felt their hearts clench in pain.

Yet many capable individuals could see that, even though he ate with great relish, it was painful to watch.

But for his severe injuries, those pills and divine objects were as useless as trying to put out a fire with a cup of water.

It's not that the pills are useless; rather, he's in a state where tonics don't help, and such grave injuries can't be healed by briefly taking pills.

Such behavior is wasteful, very wasteful, and even harmful.

In the short term there might be a temporary rally, recovering somewhat, but if he doesn't calmly recuperate and instead drinks poison to quench his thirst for battle, his injuries will end up worse than before.

Death of body and disappearance of the Dao are possible; the Great Luo Realm does not mean omnipotence.

Especially when the opponent is another Great Luo, the Maitreya Buddha of the Great Thunder Sound Temple—that is a Buddha.

A Buddha is the Great Luo.

From his words, it's clear he'll soon head to the Great Thunder Sound Temple, without delay or lingering.

He's practically a lunatic!

Having eaten most of what was sent, Tang Luo flicked his hand and collected the rest.

"Now, tell me where the Great Thunder Sound Temple is." Tang Luo looked at the South Pole Immortal Elder and said.

The South Pole Immortal Elder transmitted the location of the Great Thunder Sound Temple.

"All right, Wukong, let's go." Tang Luo turned and said.

Sun Wukong, who had been patiently waiting, nodded silently; from the end of the battle to now, he didn't act like merely a hot‑tempered monkey.

"Just you two leaving?" Ne Zha expressed some surprise.

"Well, it's a personal grudge—you don't need to come." Tang Luo said, "Do a good job as supervisor; make the Peach Mountain Prison larger and sturdier. I'll likely bring more people later to lock up together."

Yang Jian had never considered utterly destroying the Heavenly Court.

Actually, Tang Luo also didn't plan to utterly destroy the Great Thunder Sound Temple—of course, how it ends will depend on the choice of those bald monks at the Great Thunder Sound Temple.

"Maitreya?" Yang Jian asked.

"No." Tang Luo smiled.

Yang Jian's voice was cold: "If you need us, summon us." He still remembered Tang Luo had that summoning thing.

"Not needed." Tang Luo shook his head. "I've got plenty of trump cards."

Ne Zha couldn't help covering his face—he's hurt this badly; can't he at least steady himself a bit?

"We're leaving."

Sun Wukong's feet rose on a auspicious cloud, and Tang Luo stepped onto it.

The two shot up into the sky and vanished instantly.

Destination: the Great Thunder Sound Temple!