plumnovel Chapter 13 You Talk Too Much, Third Prince
Chapter 13 You Talk Too Much, Third Prince
Hearing Nezha's question.
Gu Xuan did not reply immediately, but instead looked down at his empty left hand.
The palms are covered with calluses, rough and thick.
He slowly raised his head, looking at Nezha with a hint of nonchalance, and uttered three words indifferently.
"They fought their way through."
"They fought their way out?"
Nezha stood there, stunned.
He looked down at his right hand, which was holding the gun.
At the tiger's mouth, fine cracks spread like a spider web.
The crack is not deep; it will heal completely in just a few breaths.
But the problem is—
How did this crack come about?
Nezha looked up at the black-armored youth in the distance, a hint of solemnity rising in the depths of his eyes.
This kind of tyranny is so extreme that it can even ignore the barriers between realms and directly confront the abnormal physique of the lotus incarnation.
Looking at the countless geniuses of the three religions, apart from his senior brother Yang Jian who cultivated the "Eight-Nine Arcane Arts", he had never seen a second person like him in his life!
"Fight your way out..."
Nezha shook his head and chuckled, taking it as Gu Xuan trying to fool him.
……
Meanwhile, at the Shang army camp.
After a brief silence.
A deafening cheer suddenly erupted, instantly sweeping across the entire camp for miles!
"Gu Xianfeng won!!"
"Even the disciples of the Chan Sect are no match for General Gu!!"
"Hahahaha!"
Not far away.
Mo Liqing looked at the figure in front of the two armies, his eyes filled with a complex and indescribable shock.
Nezha...
A renowned core disciple of the Chan Sect for three generations.
Wind and Fire Wheels, Fire-Tipped Spear, late-stage True Immortal cultivation, three-headed, six-armed Dharma form...
Even if this veteran Xuanxian were to go all out, he might not be able to beat the Third Prince into such a sorry state.
But what about Gu Xuan?
One shot!
Only one shot was needed!
What alarmed him even more was...
Mo Liqing swallowed and slowly exhaled a breath of hot, stale air.
He looked down at his right arm, which was covered by armor.
That spear, with a single thrust, shattered the turbulent flow of wind, water, fire, and earth of his "Azure Cloud Sword," and its azure-gold spear light sliced through mountains a hundred miles away.
Gu Xuan...
It was never used from beginning to end!
"Hey……"
Beside him, Mo Lishou grinned, shook his head, and laughed, "Calling Gu Xuan 'brother'..."
He paused, his tone tinged with emotion.
"We actually made a profit."
Upon hearing this, Mo Liqing nodded silently.
……
The walls of Xiqi City.
In stark contrast to the cheers from the Shang army camp.
A heavy, suffocating feeling enveloped the entire city wall.
"How is that possible..."
Huang Feihu leaned forward, gazing at two figures, one in black and one in red, in the distance.
He gripped the edge of the wall tightly with both hands, panting heavily.
"He's the Third Prince!"
"A highly accomplished immortal in the late stage!"
"How could he... how could he possibly..."
Huang Feihu couldn't continue speaking.
All that remained in his throat were rapid, labored breaths.
However, Jiang Ziya, who was standing next to him, had no interest in paying attention at the moment.
His gaze was fixed on the black-armored figure at the front of the formation, sensing the aura emanating from him, and fear surged deep in his eyes.
A celestial being... mid-stage?!
In just three short days, Gu Xuan was able to bridge the gap that countless cultivators had spanned a century?!
Today, he went into battle and, with just one move, sent his junior disciple Nezha, who was suppressing his cultivation level, flying with a single spear thrust!
Just then.
The scene from the day before suddenly flashed through Jiang Ziya's mind.
Gu Xuan tore through the shackles of Heaven with his bare hands, and his crimson-gold immortal light blotted out the sun and broke through the lightning tribulation.
Jiang Ziya's body trembled violently.
An uncontrollable chill crept up my spine and instantly spread to every part of my body.
"If this child were given another year..."
"Six months..."
"Even just three months..."
Jiang Ziya dared not think any further.
He gripped the God-Slaying Whip tightly, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, and took a deep breath.
He then channeled the little magic power he had left and transmitted it in a deep voice to Nezha, who was a hundred feet away.
"Nephew Nezha."
"This boy is strange; his physical body is unusual. We must not underestimate him."
"Please exert all your strength and kill him on the spot!"
......
The sound transmission ended.
Nezha remained silent for a moment in mid-air.
He slowly turned his head and glanced at the city wall.
A faint hint of dissatisfaction flickered deep in his eyes, but it vanished in an instant.
To exert all our efforts...
These four words are spoken so lightly.
It was as if he had just been going through the motions with an ordinary celestial being.
"call--"
Nezha slowly exhaled, withdrew his gaze, and turned his attention back to Gu Xuan.
He silently observed the black-armored figure riding the East Sea Dragon Horse, his expression calm and almost indifferent.
a long time.
Nezha suddenly lowered his head and chuckled softly.
There was a hint of helplessness and self-deprecation in the laughter.
"Before I went down the mountain, my master gave me some instructions."
"Now, I cannot disobey the orders of my seniors."
The voice, neither too loud nor too soft, was carried clearly and unmistakably to the ears of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in both armies, aided by magical power.
"and……"
Nezha raised his head and said calmly.
"There are indeed differences among celestial beings."
"In the realm of celestial beings, I am inferior to you."
The words fell.
Nezha slowly closed his eyes.
The next second—
"boom!"
A vast and overwhelming aura, so powerful it was suffocating, suddenly exploded out from his body!
Early stage of True Immortal...
Mid-stage True Immortal...
True Immortal... Late Stage!!
A strong wind swept across the sky, instantly lifting the yellow sand in front of the two armies into the air.
The Earth Immortal generals at the forefront of the Xiqi Grand Formation all changed color, their blood and qi surging violently, and they instinctively retreated.
On the city wall.
Jiang Ziya's body swayed suddenly, and he almost fell to the ground.
The surrounding Xiqi generals all changed color and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.
"Prime Minister!"
"Prime Minister, are you alright?"
Jiang Ziya waved his hand, signaling everyone to step back.
Nezha, suspended in mid-air, seemed to have noticed the commotion on the city wall.
The boy turned his head and glanced at it indifferently.
Their eyes met briefly before looking away.
There wasn't even an extra expression...
……
On the battlefield between the two armies.
Gu Xuan sat upright on the dragon horse of the East Sea.
Feeling the overwhelming pressure of the True Immortal, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Immediately afterwards—
The seriousness in his eyes was quickly replaced by a fierce fighting spirit.
"This is what it means..."
Gu Xuan murmured softly, his voice so light it sounded like he was talking to himself, yet it carried a trembling quality that was almost pleasurable.
"The real Nezha."
The moment the words left his mouth.
The crimson blood and qi suddenly boiled.
Like molten lava surging and roaring, and the high-pitched cry of a dragon echoing through the air.
Deep within his sea of consciousness, a streak of azure gold soared into the sky!
Gu Xuan looked down at the Void-Breaking Spear trembling in his palm.
At the tip of the spear, the azure-gold light surged, showing a faint tendency to tear through the void.
Then...
He slowly raised his head.
Seeing Nezha in the distance take a deep breath, as if he were saying something.
It's probably something like, "In today's battle, swords truly have no eyes," or some kind of platitude.
Gu Xuan shook his head and grinned.
"You talk too much..."
"Third, Tai, Zi——!"
The words fell.
The Void-Piercing Spear suddenly rang out!
"Sizzle—!"
A condensed azure-gold spear beam, refined to its extreme, burst forth instantly.
A long, thin, dark crack tore open from the void, heading straight for Nezha's throat!