novelapdf Chapter 38 Your tower, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely must not leave your side! Junior Brother Y
Chapter 38 Your tower, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely must not leave your side! Junior Brother Y
Jiang Ziya stood in the cold wind, his body slightly stiff.
He could clearly feel three distinct gazes falling on him simultaneously.
Yang Jian's eyes were clear and calm, revealing no emotion.
Nezha's eyes, however, were like a volcano about to erupt, even revealing a hint of ferocity.
And standing to the side was Senior Brother Yu Ding...
Although his gaze was faint, it exuded a terrifying pressure that sent shivers down one's spine.
Jiang Ziya's Adam's apple bobbed a few times with difficulty.
He opened his mouth, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Gentlemen..."
He took a deep breath and tried to steady his voice.
"Nephew Li Jing..."
"They're here."
The words fell.
Yang Jian's pupils contracted slightly.
Nezha suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with undisguised anger and disgust!
Deeper still...
There was also a deep-seated hatred!
……
Central command tent.
The dim candlelight flickered, casting extremely long shadows of everyone inside the tent.
Li Jing, with a resolute face, stood in the center of the tent, clad in silver armor.
His left hand steadily held a dazzling golden pagoda.
On the tower, layers of ancient and mysterious golden runes flowed slowly as if they were alive.
The two brothers, Jinzha and Muzha, stood on either side of him behind him.
Jinzha pressed his hand on the innate spiritual treasure, the Dragon-Binding Stake, while Muzha held a Wu Hook Double Sword in each hand.
The aura of true immortals emanating from the two of them was released unrestrainedly.
Jiang Ziya sat in the main seat.
Huang Feihu, Nangong Shi, and other Xiqi generals lined up on both sides, each one silent and trembling, not daring to utter a sound.
The atmosphere inside the tent was terrifyingly oppressive!
Li Jing slowly raised his head and calmly scanned the people in the tent.
My gaze lingered on Nezha's face, which was filled with arrogance and hatred, for less than a second.
Then, facing Jiang Ziya, Master Yuding bowed respectfully and said...
"Disciple Li Jing."
"Greetings, Uncle-Master Jiang and Uncle-Master Yuding."
Master Yu Ding glanced at him expressionlessly.
A hint of joy flashed in Jiang Ziya's eyes, and he quickly asked.
"Nephew Li Jing must be exhausted from his journey..."
"I wonder if my junior brother has any good plans to deal with Gu Xuan of the Shang army?"
Li Jing nodded calmly.
"Don't worry, Uncle-Master, I already have a plan."
He slowly turned his head and looked at Yang Jian on the other side of the tent.
After a moment of silence, he asked softly.
"Junior Brother Yang Jian."
Li Jing paused, then asked calmly, "How long will it take for your injuries to heal?"
Yang Jian glanced sideways at Nezha beside him.
Then he turned his head and looked directly at Li Jing without any hesitation, and said.
"Three days."
Li Jing nodded slightly.
"That's enough."
Having said that, he suddenly turned around.
Facing the center of the tent, he surveyed all the generals inside.
"Although Gu Xuan is strong, he is not invincible."
The voice was not loud, but it carried clearly to every corner of the tent.
Li Jing suddenly looked at his eldest son behind him and said, "Jin Zha!"
"Three days later."
"Chen Shi (7-9 AM) —"
"You will be the first to engage in battle, to test Gu Xuan's true strength!"
Upon hearing this, Jin Zha's fighting spirit intensified, and without hesitation, he clasped his hands in a fist salute and shouted, "Disciple obeys!"
"Noon—"
Li Jing's gaze shifted to his second son, "Muzha!"
"You take over the challenge. Use whatever means necessary to keep him occupied and deplete his magical power!"
Mu Zha also stepped forward, clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"disciple......"
"Yes, sir!!"
then......
Li Jing's gaze slowly moved and landed on Nezha.
His stern, square face held no warmth, only indifference.
"1-3 PM —"
"You're the third to go out."
"Creak!"
Nezha gripped his Fire-Tipped Spear tightly.
He suddenly raised his head, staring intently at the lofty Li Jing, his voice low and hoarse.
"I'm not going!"
boom!
The atmosphere inside the tent instantly froze!
The two brothers, Jinzha and Muzha, turned their heads in unison, their brows furrowed.
Li Jing was not angry.
Instead, he glanced at Nezha with an indifferent expression.
Then...
He pointed a finger at the golden pagoda held in his left palm.
"Buzz—!"
The ancient runes on the pagoda suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light.
A terrifying pressure, specifically designed to counter Nezha's soul and lotus incarnation, instantly enveloped Nezha.
"snort......"
Nezha's body stiffened abruptly, and a muffled groan escaped his throat.
A terrifying, excruciating pain, as if it were tearing his soul apart, exploded from his chest.
The Nine Dragons Divine Fire instinctively appeared on his chest, but was suppressed by the golden pagoda bestowed upon him by Ran Deng.
Inside the tent, everyone watched this scene in shock, utterly silent.
Yang Jian stood to one side, his eyes flashing with a silver light.
He suddenly turned his head to look at his master in the corner.
The whisk that had been hanging calmly in Master Yuding's hand suddenly twitched slightly.
Li Jing suddenly turned around.
He faced Master Yuding and made a Daoist bow with utmost respect.
"Master Yu Ding."
Li Jing's voice remained calm.
"This is……"
"Vice Leader..."
"The decree of Master Ran Deng!"
Swish!
Master Yu Ding's expression changed slightly, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
He looked at Li Jing, about to say something, when he heard a "hoho" sound.
"Master...Master Uncle—"
"No...no need!!"
Nezha endured the excruciating pain that was tearing his soul apart and let out a low roar.
Then...
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, he slowly raised his head.
Nezha raised his trembling hand, a chillingly arrogant smile appearing on his face, and fiercely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He slowly raised his head.
He slowly raised his head.
His gaze was fixed intently on Li Jing in front of him.
He stared at the golden pagoda in Li Jing's hand.
A pair of eyes, filled with ferocity, seemed to spew forth a torrent of Samadhi Fire, distorting Li Jing's figure.
"Li Jing!"
"Your...tower!"
"Definitely, definitely, definitely..."
"Don't...take...it...away...body!"
The words fell.
A sinister smile suddenly appeared on Nezha's still-childish face.
"Three days later..."
"I'll go!"
Li Jing's pupils contracted sharply, and a hint of fear flashed deep in his eyes.
This unfilial son...
It actually withstood the suppression of the pagoda?!
"inverse--"
Li Jing's face darkened, and he made a move to point at the pagoda again.
The next second, an indifferent voice, accompanied by a suffocating pressure, crashed down on him.
That's enough.
Li Jing's finger, which was pointing at the pagoda, froze in mid-air.
He turned around in a daze and looked at the Jade Cauldron Immortal who had spoken.
Master Yu Ding stared at Li Jing expressionlessly, without uttering a word.
Li Jing remained silent for a moment.
Finally, he withdrew his hand.
The dazzling runic light of the golden pagoda gradually dimmed and subsided.
at the same time.
The suffocating pressure that had been weighing on everyone's hearts receded like the tide.
Nezha stood alone in the center of the tent, his whole body looking as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
He just stared at Li Jing quietly, even grinning and sneering.
"Oh......"
"Hehehe..."
Listen to that laughter.
Jiang Ziya felt a chill run down his back and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Huang Feihu and other Xiqi generals lined up on both sides, their eyes downcast and their minds focused.
Jinzha and Muzha watched this scene, a complex emotion flashing in their eyes.
Li Jing held the pagoda in his hands and remained silent for a long time.
He took a deep breath, ignoring the laughter around him, and looked up at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian raised his head slightly, his eyes clear and sharp.
"Junior Brother Yang Jian."
"you……"
Li Jing paused.
He took a deep look at the shimmering silver divine markings on Yang Jian's forehead.
"Three days later, at Shen time..."
"Success or failure depends on you."