Chapter 1258: Chapter 404: Nezha Is Done For
In the Doushuai Temple, Lord Taishang’s face turned black.
Just as Nezha was curious, a series of Chaos Divine Thunder appeared, then fell towards him.
Even though Nezha was powerful and had become a Sub-Paramount, capable of fighting strong beings at the Supreme level, under these Chaos Thunderbolts, he was still trembling all over with his hair standing on end.
He glared at the sky, shouting angrily, "Which scoundrel dares to ambush me, this Crown Prince will kill you!"
Originally, Lord Taishang only wanted to casually punish Nezha, but upon hearing Nezha’s words, he sneered coldly.
To dare call him a scoundrel, this little brat was becoming more and more outrageous.
Without further ado, Lord Taishang threw down two more Chaos Divine Thunderbolts.
Nezha dodged them, he laughed heartily, pointing at the Vault of Heaven and cursed.
"That’s all you’ve got? Cowardly bandit, dare you come out and fight Nezha Grandfather for three hundred rounds and see if I don’t beat your butt to a pulp."
Sun Wukong decisively took Nu Ba and retreated swiftly.
The next moment, a mass of Chaos Divine Thunder fell, covering Nezha below.
This time, no matter how Nezha tried to evade, he was still enveloped.
The Chaos Divine Thunder intertwined, forming a sea of thunder.
Nezha was struck jumping up and down, his screams sending chills down one’s spine.
Sun Wukong mourned for him silently, this is what you get for having a loose tongue, even those who wanted to save him could do nothing.
Yang Jian and others were also alarmed, not knowing what had happened.
"It’s Lord Taishang’s doing, without killing intent, maybe Nezha spoke out of turn again, offending him, don’t worry, nothing’s going to happen, Nezha will most likely just get a lesson."
The Great Emperor Ziwei sensed it and then said with a smile.
Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief.
Since it’s Lord Taishang, Nezha should be fine,
Mainly, with Nezha’s level, the Elder Lord wouldn’t go as far as to really kill him.
"Nezha’s personality, alas."
Yang Jian sighed.
This guy really itches to make trouble if he goes three days without causing any.
"His innocence and hatred of evil are actually good, though there’s some lack, he’s not incurable, no one is perfect, I actually think Nezha’s alright."
The Great Emperor Ziwei said with a smile.
"Ziwei old man, aren’t you coming to save me, I’m in so much pain."
Nezha’s voice came.
The Great Emperor Ziwei’s expression stiffened, then Yang Jian sensed that the power of the Chaos Thunder had intensified by twenty percent.
He looked at the Great Emperor Ziwei speechlessly, who had just said he liked Nezha.
A quarter of an hour later, Nezha lay charred outside Ziwei Hall.
His whole body convulsed continually, then he raised his head, looking at the dissipating Chaos Divine Thunder above, grinned and disdainfully spat two words.
"Is that it?"
The next moment, Chaos Divine Thunder fell again.
Even Sun Wukong couldn’t bear to watch, thinking Nezha was taking the fall for him.
Otherwise, Lord Taishang’s anger might have been directed at him instead.
After another hour, Nezha was almost fainting.
His entire body was half-cooked, exuding the aroma of roasted meat.
At this time, Nezha’s consciousness was beginning to blur.
Sensing the dispersal of Chaos Divine Thunder, Nezha instinctively opened his mouth, about to retort.
Chaos Divine Thunder flashed again.
At this moment, Sun Wukong couldn’t stand it anymore, he rushed forward, cupped his hands to the sky with a forced smile.
"Your venerable self is virtuous and esteemed, please don’t hold it against Nezha, he didn’t mean it, he wasn’t deliberately disrespectful to you."
A Chaos Divine Thunder attacked Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong grabbed it and crushed it directly.
His face darkened, saying, "Don’t push it, if you keep this up, don’t blame Old Sun for falling out with you."
Sun Wukong wasn’t just saying it, this monkey was somewhat like the monkeys of Mount Emei, capable of turning hostile instantly.
The Chaos Divine Thunder above surged, eager to strike.
Ultimately, the Chaos Divine Thunder did not fall, withdrawing from the scene.
Sun Wukong also breathed a sigh of relief, overturning the table against the Elder Lord was not something his current strength could achieve.
But if the Elder Lord continued, Nezha would really die.
He couldn’t just watch Nezha get killed right in front of him, that was impossible.
Yang Jian and the others came out of Ziwei Hall, asking what had happened.
Sun Wukong repeated what Nezha had said.
He glanced at Nu Ba and the others, then thought about Nezha’s outburst.
Yang Jian and the Great Emperor Ziwei both felt that Nezha truly deserved this beating.
This is the consequence of an unchecked mouth, Elder Lord not slapping Nezha to death was already doing them a favor.
The immortal treasures on Nu Ba and the others, which of them is ordinary? All top-grade magical items.
Aside from Lord Taishang, how many people in the Three Realms could bring out such things?
This Nezha simply doesn’t think before speaking.
Lord Taishang had hit a snag with Sun Wukong and had nowhere to vent.
And Nezha purely got caught in the volcanic eruption.
"A lesson is good, also makes him harbor some reverence."
Yang Jian commented.
After speaking, the few of them exchanged looks.
Will Nezha truly harbor reverence? They were a bit speechless.
Given Nezha’s personality, they had no confidence at all.
They took in Nezha, not fearing anything would happen to him.
Lord Taishang had shown restraint, merely giving Nezha a lesson.
"Care to sit inside?"
The Great Emperor Ziwei asked.
Sun Wukong looked at the Great Emperor Ziwei, noticing his eager gaze.
He immediately understood.
The Great Emperor Ziwei likely had something to say, hence the invitation.
Sun Wukong nodded slightly, bringing the two women inside together.
Upon entering Ziwei Hall, not even Lord Taishang’s Divine Thought could easily penetrate in.
Forcing his way in would surely draw the Great Emperor Ziwei’s attention, getting discovered.
Taishang collected his Divine Thought, no longer probing.
"What’s the matter?"
Sun Wukong asked.
The Great Emperor Ziwei and Yang Jian exchanged glances, both looking somewhat grave.
"We seem to have guessed Lord Taishang’s purpose.
Sun Wukong’s eyes flashed sharply, he said directly, "To cultivate masters, akin to nurturing worms, wanting to raise one or a group of Worm Kings."
The Great Emperor Ziwei and Yang Jian were dumbfounded, had the monkey known all along?
"Is that all?"
Sun Wukong looked at the two speechlessly, thinking there was something serious, only to find it was just this.
They nodded silently, quite surprised.
They hadn’t expected Sun Wukong to have already known this.
Seeing their surprise, Sun Wukong said calmly, "What’s so strange about it? Old Sun has interacted with Lord Taishang more than you have, engaging more often, it’s inevitable to guess some of his thoughts, the Worm King he’s most focused on cultivating should be Old Sun."
This wasn’t Sun Wukong being arrogant, for it was indeed what the Great Emperor Ziwei and Yang Jian thought too.
"Don’t you have any thoughts on it?"
The Great Emperor Ziwei asked.
"Seize the opportunity, become the Worm King, only then can you escape a destiny planned by others."
Sun Wukong said solemnly.