Rebirth in Journey to the West: Sun Wukong

"Old thief, I will kill you!"

A glint of cold light flashed deep in Nezha's eyes as he clenched his fists so hard that his fingernails dug into his palms without him even realizing it. At this moment, his intent to kill Li Jing had reached its apex!

The strength and ruthlessness displayed by Sun Wukong had thoroughly chilled the hearts of the thirty thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals. In single combat, no one could possibly win against Sun Wukong. This was clear to Nezha, and Li Jing, after all, was the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing known throughout the Three Realms. How could he not know this?

Moreover, Sun Wukong's momentum had already gained a comprehensive advantage. At such a time, anyone who went up would be defeated, or even killed. Li Jing's military order was clearly meant to send Nezha to his death, completely disregarding any father-son affection. How could Nezha not hate him to the bone!

"Third Prince, only you can take down that Demon Monkey now!"

"Third Prince, we will cheer for you. Show that Demon Monkey the divine might of our Heavenly Court's number one War General!"

The discord between Nezha and his father Li Jing was no secret in the Heavenly Court, but few knew that their relationship had already become irreconcilable like fire and water. The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals thought that Li Jing was letting his son show off, and they all began to cheer him on eagerly, looking at Nezha with hope in their eyes.

Sun Wukong was strong, but in their hearts, Nezha the Third Prince was also an undefeated War God of the Heavenly Court. With Nezha taking action, even if he couldn't win, he would surely be able to fight the Demon Monkey to a draw and contend for superiority!

After taking a deep breath to suppress the hatred, Nezha ignited his Wind-Fire Wheels and flew towards Yuan Gate. He found himself trapped, knowing that Li Jing wanted to take this opportunity to harm him, but still, he had to accept the challenge.

Otherwise, not only would he be ridiculed as cowardly and afraid of death, but he would also give Li Jing the excuse that he did not follow military orders.

"Wukong, it seems we really can't avoid this fight!"

Approaching Sun Wukong, Nezha gave a wry smile and shook his head, gathering his Immortal Force into a thread to transmit his voice into Wukong's ear using the Thousand-Mile Sound Transmission method.

"If we can't avoid it, then let's have a good fight! Nezha, you're much stronger than those good-for-nothings. Don't hesitate, use all your skills and let's have a good spar. It will be very useful for the formation of the Three Flowers atop your head and the Five Qi in your chest. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing, and I won't strike too hard.

That old Heavenly King Li won't be able to fault you for anything!"

Sun Wukong also transmitted his voice in secret, but on the surface, he put on an unrestrained look, glanced at Nezha with disdain, and scoffed, "Has the Heavenly Court run out of people? To think they've sent a mere milk-scented child to fight me! Little boy, go back and call out your turtle-headed old father. He's too scared to show up and sends a child to die, I'm embarrassed for him!"

Sun Wukong's words were ostensibly insulting Nezha but were actually meant to mock his father Li Jing. With everyone knowing that Nezha's father was Li Jing, Sun Wukong's labeling him a coward triggered chuckles among the crowd, and their fear comparatively lightened.

However, Li Jing's face at the moment was as black as the bottom of a pot, with veins throbbing on his forehead. He was the Grand Marshal, and to be belittled and mocked by a Demon Monkey in front of thirty thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals was a severe slap to the face, utterly infuriating!

"Nezha, why aren't you taking action and capturing that Demon Monkey?"

Li Jing bellowed, and Nezha slightly furrowed his brows. Gripping his Fire-tipped Spear tighter, he charged towards Sun Wukong:

"Let's do as you said and have a good fight! Wukong, I'll be going all out, so be careful!"

"Hey, that's exactly what I want, full effort. Bring it on!"

Both sides let out a mighty roar simultaneously and the Fire-tipped Spear clashed violently against the Ruyi Silver-Hooped Rod, creating an earth-shattering noise. The next moment, an even more intense cacophony of booms erupted. Sun Wukong and Nezha, both masters of close combat with Physical Body Sanctification, began to fight.

Onlookers saw flashes of gold and red light zipping around, unable to discern the fighters' silhouettes.

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"Is this the Third Prince's strength? Truly formidable! Worthy of being our Heavenly Court's War God!"

"That Demon Monkey is quite impressive too, matching the Third Prince blow for blow!"

"Hmph! The Demon Monkey just has a momentary burst of courage. Once the Third Prince gets used to his moves, he will undoubtedly capture him in one fell swoop!"

The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals murmured among themselves, but Li Jing's expression grew increasingly dark. He hadn't expected Nezha and Sun Wukong to be evenly matched.

If Nezha really managed to capture Sun Wukong, the boy would surely receive His Majesty the Jade Emperor's commendation, and with a huge array of heaven-sent treasures to aid his cultivation, he might indeed break through to the Da Luo Golden Immortal Realm. Then, the restraining effect of his Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda on Nezha would become null and void!

No, I must think of a way. I absolutely cannot let him garner merit! It would be best if they both suffer, and I come out to clean up the demon monkey!

Just as Sun Wukong and Nezha the Third Prince were battling to an indistinguishable outcome, and Li Jing harbored ill intentions in his heart, in the Netherworld at the Boundless Sea of Blood, within the Blood God Palace of the Nether River Ancestor, a blood jade teacup was fiercely smashed to the ground, his eyes flashing with cold rage:

"Dammit! Yama Heavenly Son and that stinking brat surnamed Sun, I will absolutely not spare you two, absolutely not!"

The roar echoed out from the Blood God Palace, spreading in all directions, and the entire Boundless Blood Sea trembled with the rage of the Nether River Ancestor's bellow.

The Nether River Ancestor had originally thought that crushing Sun Wukong would be as easy as squashing an ant. To his surprise, Sun Wukong had already discovered that Yama Heavenly Son was at the depths of the pond, sealed in closed-door cultivation. Due to a momentary lapse in judgment, Sun Wukong had prematurely roused Yama Heavenly Son.

What infuriated the Nether River Ancestor even more was that in their first battle in thousands of years, he had actually lost to Yama Heavenly Son and was forced to use his Blood God Avatar to escape. Although he knew his depleted Primordial Qi would quickly recover with the Boundless Blood Sea, this event was akin to a harsh slap to his face, an utter humiliation!

Furthermore, there was Sun Wukong, who had actually sided with Yama Heavenly Son, and even his loyal subordinate, Asura Demon King Sovereign Mara Papiyas, had been utterly destroyed, soul and all, leaving no chance for resurrection. The hatred in the heart of the Nether River Ancestor was so great that not all the blood in the Sea of Blood could wash it away!

The entire Blood Sea trembled with the shouts of the Nether River Ancestor, and only in one calm corner of the deepest part of the Blood Sea did a strong presence rapidly awaken. Seemingly stirred by the Nether River Ancestor's roar, what was originally a subtle sign of awakening suddenly became fully alert.

From this corner of the Blood Sea, a Blood Dragon with a length of tens of thousands of Zhang emerged, its scale armor blood-red. It shot out of the Boundless Blood Sea and coiled in the sky above, releasing a dragon's roar that shook the entire Netherworld.

"Roar~!"

The dragon's roar echoed throughout the Netherworld, and the already tumultuous Boundless Blood Sea churned even more with thousand Zhang high waves, boiling over at the sound of the dragon's long cry.

"What's going on? What is that sound? It sounds like dragon's roar!"

"Ah! My head, it hurts so much! I'm gonna die of pain!"

"Why would there be the sound of a dragon's roar? Ah~!"

All members of the Asura Tribe in the Boundless Blood Sea were startled by the dragon's roar that shook the Netherworld. One by one, they looked up in horror, and those of lower cultivation, while shocked, were shaken to the core by the powerful dragon's sonorous waves, trembling, head-splitting, and rolling in the Sea of Blood screaming in agony.

The weakest among them even exploded and dissipated into the Blood Sea upon contact with the waves, becoming one with the Blood Sea once more.

"What's going on?"

In the Blood God Palace, the Nether River Ancestor also heard the dragon's roar. Shocked, he swept his Divine Sense across, instantly scanning the entire Boundless Blood Sea. The image of the massive blood-colored dragon spanning tens of thousands of miles entered the mind of the Nether River Ancestor, and his eyes widened in an instant.

"It's that black dragon corpse! How has it resurrected?"

The Nether River Ancestor was shocked, abruptly standing up as his figure flashed and disappeared from the Blood God Palace, rushing towards the outside of the Boundless Blood Sea.

Ever since Pangu opened the heavens and earth and created the Ancient Primeval times, the Boundless Blood Sea was born within this Netherworld. The Nether River Ancestor was the first being nurtured by the Boundless Blood Sea. Upon his birth, he possessed the cultivation of a Quasi-Saint. His life was tied to the Blood Sea; as long as the Blood Sea was not dry, the Nether River would not die.

However, the Boundless Blood Sea didn't just nurture the Nether River Ancestor alone.

After the Nether River Ancestor, the Boundless Blood Sea nurtured a blood-colored giant mosquito. The Mosquito Daoist absorbed three grades of Essence Qi from the Merit Golden Lotus of the Guiding Daoist and fled back to the Boundless Blood Sea after escaping.

Despite being unmatched by the Nether River Ancestor and leaving the Netherworld to live reclusively in the Northern Continent of Cattle-grazing.

Then came today's emergence of the Myriad Fathom Blood Dragon from within the Boundless Blood Sea!

Strictly speaking, this Blood Dragon was not nurtured from nothing by the Boundless Blood Sea. Shortly after the Nether River Ancestor was nurtured from the Blood Sea, the great battle between Witch-Demons erupted, battering the Ancient Primeval world, creating several colossal rifts between the World of the Living and the Netherworld. Continue your adventure with empire

A fallen black dragon fell through one of the rifts, descending into the Netherworld and sinking into the depths of the Boundless Blood Sea.

As the master of the Boundless Blood Sea, the Nether River Ancestor naturally knew about this event early on, and even visited the face of the black dragon's corpse to investigate. It appeared that in life, the black dragon had reached the pinnacle of the Da Luo Golden Immortal Realm, merely a step away from becoming a Quasi-Saint, most likely a prominent figure from the Ancient Dragon Clan.

Unfortunately, it still perished in the great Witch-Demon battle, its corpse sinking into the Sea of Blood.

During Ancient Times, the Dragon Race was illustrious among the Myriad Races, belonging to the very pinnacle of the hierarchy. Their numbers were extremely scarce, but their strength was formidable, especially their physical bodies—unmatched in strength.

Like the black dragon that sunk into the Blood Sea, its physical body was largely intact, with little damage, save for its Divine Soul, which was thoroughly extinguished.