Chapter 310: The 270th - , The Feathered Immortal Makes a Move for the First Time

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Chapter 310: The 270th Chapter, The Feathered Immortal Makes a Move for the First Time Nezha angrily shouted, "Ao Bing, if you hit me again, I’ll fight back." Ao Bing halted his offensive, hooked his index finger and said with ease, "Come on, if you’re capable, then come at me. I wonder who was just beaten to a sorry state by me." Nezha yelled furiously, "Ao Bing, watch me beat the crap out of you!" "Hmph—hmph— Let me show you my true power, the Dragon Clan’s Divine Skills to call the wind and summon the rain!" Boom— A bolt of thunderbolt streaked across the gloomy sky, and in an instant, a violent storm poured down. Amidst the heavy rain, Ao Bing’s combat strength surged dramatically; his movements fluid like a swimming dragon, versatile and ever-changing. Not only were his attacks with the Fangtian Halberd extraordinary, but he also continuously assailed Nezha with Water Magic. For a moment, he actually managed to overpower Nezha. Especially the ubiquitous Water Magic caught Nezha off guard— a tactic Ao Bing had never revealed in their previous battles. In the midst of the downpour, Jiang Ziya squinted his eyes toward the raining sky. On one side was ever-changing tactics; on the other side, intertwining figures— for a long time, victory or defeat could not be determined. Sunlight Bodhisattva spoke gravely, "The strength of these two is similar to Yang Jian and Nezha; I wonder what their origins are." Beside him, Kang commented seriously, "The person fighting with the second master is his elder brother, Yang Jiao the Great Immortal, who opened mountains to rescue their mother alongside the second master." The Howling Celestial Dog barked from the side, "You should call him ’Grand Uncle’!" Kang’s face darkened as he glanced at the Howling Celestial Dog, feeling that this damn dog was cursing him. Jiang Ziya looked in surprise towards the unpredictable battlefield, realizing it was Yang Jian’s elder brother, and the trouble was serious. He immediately said, "Sunlight, Moonlight, Lei Zhenzi, go support Yang Jian and Nezha; you must capture Yang Jiao and Ao Bing." Sunlight, Moonlight, and Lei Zhenzi bowed together and replied, "Yes!" Sunlight and Moonlight flew into the sky on the Golden Lotus, and Lei Zhenzi unfurled his wings, the roar of the wind and thunder echoed as they soared towards the heavens. "Get out of my way—" A majestic Heavenly Sound of Thunder resonated across the battlefield. Suddenly, a large hand appeared above Lei Zhenzi, Sunlight, and Moonlight, slapping down. Boom— Just like slapping ants, the three were struck flying in an instant; the giant hand vanished, and like hurtling meteors, they crashed deep into the ground, creating three large craters on the battlefield. Both armies grew restless; the morale of the Shang Dynasty troops soared while the West Qi Camp was filled with unease. Jiang Ziya shouted in panic, "How... how is this possible?" Shen Gongbao, riding on the Black Panther, came forward laughing loudly, "Jiang Ziya, today I’ll teach you a lesson. The Jie Sect Disciples said they disdain to bully the young, so you’d better call out your elder disciples! If you’re late, we’ll trample your camp, then crush Xiqi City." Jiang Ziya hastily called out, "Sound the retreat!" Bang bang bang— The sound of giant gongs echoed as the West Qi troops hastily retreated. Yang Jian and Nezha, too, forced back their opponents and reluctantly withdrew back into the camp. Within the Shang Dynasty’s army, Wen Zhong laughed heartily, "With our uncle master here, what worry do we have about subduing Xiqi?" Shen Gongbao regretfully said beside him, "It’s a pity the West Qi army wasn’t in disarray; otherwise, we could have charged and broken their ranks." Wen Zhong said with a smile, "No need to regret. Their morale is already low. Break them a few more times, and they will disintegrate without a fight." Shen Gongbao replied with a smirk, "We rely on our elder brother’s might indeed!" Then a bit anxiously, he added, "But elder brother has openly challenged the Chan Sect. Can he really do it?" Wen Zhong laughed heartily, "Could the Law Enforcement Team that strikes terror into the entire Jie Sect be ill-reputed? I trust in our uncle master. Sound the retreat!" Boom, boom, boom~ The sound of the huge bronze gongs signaled the return of the Shang Dynasty army to the city. Upon entering the city, Wen Zhong and Shen Gongbao immediately proceeded into a residence. Outside, the rain poured down in torrents, while inside the residence there was not the slightest hint of rainwater, only a dry, gentle breeze. Within the residence, the Feathered Immortal was eating hot pot and drinking wine alone, at ease and entirely indifferent to the great battle that had just taken place. Wen Zhong and Shen Gongbao bowed in unison, excitedly saying, "Thank you, Uncle-Master (Senior Brother)." The Feathered Immortal waved his hand and smiled, "Come, come! Join me for some food." "Yes!" Both men responded, stood up, and took their seats. Shen Gongbao poured himself a cup of wine, lifted it, and said, "Senior Brother remains within doors yet can shake West Qi with awe-inspiring skill. To a world-shaking capacity, I toast you." The Feathered Immortal raised his cup and drank, laughing heartily, "They’re just some youngsters, after all." Wen Zhong spoke solemnly, "Uncle-Master, why did you not take action earlier to disrupt the West Qi army? I could have led our troops in a charge to smash through West Qi." The Feathered Immortal subconsciously furrowed his brows, glanced thoughtfully at Wen Zhong, and spoke, "I recall you’re a disciple of Senior Sister Jin Ling, aren’t you?" Wen Zhong nodded and said, "Yes! As a disciple taught by the Golden Spirit Saint Mother, I am from the third generation disciples of the Jie Sect." "How many years have you left the Jie Sect?" Wen Zhong was not sure of the intention behind the Feathered Immortal’s question, and with a hint of pride, he replied, "During the era of King Wending of Shang, I left the sect to gain experience and entered the service of Shang to aid the Emperor of Shang. To protect the foundation of Shang, I have campaigned from east to west, securing the mountains and rivers of Chao Ge, consolidating the fate of Yin Shang. The previous king bestowed upon me the King Beating Golden Whip, to strike down the negligent monarchs and the treacherous ministers." The Feathered Immortal asked again more urgently, "How many years has it been?!" Wen Zhong was taken aback, then honestly said, "As a disciple, I have served through three dynasties; it has been a thousand years already." The Feathered Immortal took another gulp of his drink, calmly stating, "No wonder you would say such a thing, having served Shang for a thousand years, your loyalty has all been given to the King of Shang. In your heart, has the position of Shang already surpassed that of the Jie Sect?" Wen Zhong’s face underwent a drastic change, struck by fear, and he hastily knelt down halfway, bowing his head frantically, "Uncle-Master sees clearly, I harbor no such thoughts." The Feathered Immortal looked at Wen Zhong and said flatly, "Ever since the great war, each time you face defeat, you return to the Jie Sect to summon fellow disciples to join the battle. Yet none of the fellow disciples who were summoned has returned alive. Knowing full well that by calling upon your fellow Jie Sect members, they could likely perish in the Calamity, why do you still summon them? You are using the lives of our Jie Sect disciples to demonstrate your loyalty to Shang." Wen Zhong’s face was instantly covered in cold sweat as panic overtook his heart. Shen Gongbao also trembled with shock on the side; a bolt of lightning crossed his mind. Wasn’t he the same? Because of him, dozens of fellow Daoists had fallen, including esteemed friends like the Nine Dragons Island Four Saints, the Ten Heavenly Lords of Ten Extremes Island, and the Mo Family Four Generals. Why had he not realized the problem before? The Feathered Immortal said, "Get up!" "Yes!" Wen Zhong, drenched in cold sweat, stood up, but remained restless and anxious even as he returned to his seat. ... In the camp of West Qi, the civil and military ministers gathered in the commander’s tent. Ji Fa sat in the highest seat, concernedly asking, "Riguang, Moonlight, Lei Zhenzi, are you all alright?" Standing below, Riguang, Moonlight, and Lei Zhenzi shook their heads, their expressions not looking good. Being slapped down in front of tens of thousands of troops, their dignity was utterly lost!

Chapter 310: The 270th - , The Feathered Immortal Makes a Move for the First Time

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