Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods

The two roared in unison, manifesting their Dharma Forms, and launched themselves forward like a storm.

Their weapons, though mighty, could not fully hold back such overpowering attacks. The Fire-tipped Spear and the Three-pointed Two-edged Blade were able to block the onslaught momentarily, but failed to resolve the danger at its source.

The towering Nine-headed Serpent shadows continued their crushing descent, while the assaults of the 100,000-strong army followed closely behind.

Even as they sensed the overwhelming aura of Li Mingzhu and Yang Jian, the four Daluo Golden Immortals showed no intention of holding back. Their sole aim was to kill Yang Chan and Ao Yu.

"If even a strand of their hair is harmed, I will annihilate your entire clans!"

Yang Jian roared angrily, accelerating to a blur as he interposed himself in front of Yang Chan and Ao Yu.

"Enough talk. Save them first!"

Li Mingzhu likewise appeared before Yang Chan and Ao Yu. There was no time for threats—their priority was rescue.

The two stood firm with their massive Dharma Forms, enduring the assaults of the 100,000-strong army. At the same time, they reached out toward the shadow of the Nine-headed Serpent.

The serpent was already massive, yet it paled in comparison to the towering Dharma Forms of Li Mingzhu and Yang Jian.

The Fire-tipped Spear and Three-pointed Two-edged Blade returned to their hands. Sparks and silver flashes danced as their every strike erupted with savage power.

Their cooperation was seamless; although they could have quickly dealt with the Nine-headed Serpent, they instead chose to prolong its death in a sadistic frenzy.

They were venting.

How dare these Demon Clan natives lay hands on Yang Chan and Ao Yu? Their anger also carried a hint of guilt—had they arrived sooner, the two wouldn't have been harmed.

Yang Chan and Ao Yu watched the battle with radiant smiles, their gazes mostly fixed on Li Mingzhu. They knew he would come.

"Who are you?"

The eldest among the four Daluo Golden Immortals stared at the god-like, demonic figures of Yang Jian and Li Mingzhu striding forward and felt immense pressure. Trembling, he inquired.

Within moments, the two had crushed the attacks the immortals had painstakingly fused. They annihilated them even as they toyed with their foes—demonstrating that, had they been serious, the fight would have ended even faster.

The most frightening thing was their ability to withstand the attacks of a 100,000-strong army head-on. That army was composed of Demon Clan forces, no less!

The four Princes watching the battle wasted no time in fleeing. To them, the deaths of the four Daluo Golden Immortals seemed inevitable. Why stay and await the same fate?

Their crushing aura, their colossal forms, and their savagery in slaying the Nine-headed Serpent—all declared the unmatched might of Li Mingzhu and Yang Jian.

Blood ties? Shared interests? None of it mattered more than their own lives and survival.

"Die!"

Li Mingzhu had no habit of announcing his name to people on the verge of death. He had no interest in who these people were.

Yang Jian was even more direct. Lifting the Three-pointed Two-edged Blade, he charged forward without hesitation. The blade cut through the air like a rainbow, giving them no chance to respond. A flash of blood, and the speaker's head was sent flying.

While Daluo Golden Immortals were not so easily killed, the fleeing soul of the decapitated man was shattered by Li Mingzhu's Qiankun Ring.

Their cooperation was as seamless as always. After killing the first immortal, Yang Jian and Li Mingzhu did not pause.

The Fire-tipped Spear and Three-pointed Two-edged Blade swept left and right, leaving the remaining three without any chance to resist. Though their cultivation and Daoist attainment as Daluo Golden Immortals were formidable, they were no match for Li Mingzhu and Yang Jian.

Even Daluo Golden Immortals among the disciples of Saints, if lacking special techniques or Spiritual Treasures, would not be their match. Let alone these three.

"Who are you?"

Even as they faced death, these three desperately wanted to know the identities of Yang Jian and Li Mingzhu. But they were destined to die without an answer.

Though the three immortals were slain, Yang Jian and Li Mingzhu did not plan to stop. As for the 100,000-strong army, it was beneath their notice for now.

"Where are you going?!"

Li Mingzhu extended a massive hand and grabbed forward. The four escaping Princes were snatched up instantly.

"Spare us!"

"Mercy, please!"

The four Princes knelt and begged, looking up at the towering, god-like figures of Li Mingzhu and Yang Jian with absolute despair. They had no other thoughts or options.

It had taken so little time for the four Daluo Golden Immortals to be slaughtered. In their minds, these two were far more terrifying than Minghe Laozu, who had previously overrun their imperial city.

Though Minghe Laozu was strong, he hadn't killed many people, nor had he laid a hand on them. But Li Mingzhu and Yang Jian were different—they clearly intended to kill them!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The two shouted coldly, devoid of emotion—execution was certain.

The Fire-tipped Spear and Three-pointed Two-edged Blade fell like reapers' scythes, cutting through mercilessly.

The four Princes were killed on the spot, without the faintest suspense.

Though Yang Jian moved to destroy their souls, Li Mingzhu stopped him. After shattering the souls of three, he left the last for a Soul Search.

"Go!"

"What's going on?"

"Keep killing!"

Li Mingzhu gave no explanation to Yang Jian. Turning, he flew southwest with murderous intent.

Though Yang Jian was unsure of his purpose, the look on Li Mingzhu's face made it clear—the matter wasn't over.

In mere moments, Li Mingzhu led Yang Jian to a cave mansion. Without a word, he thrust his spear and shattered the gates.

"What's the meaning of this?"

Yang Jian followed closely, still asking questions.

"Why ask so much? Just follow and kill. These loose cultivators are behind it!"

Li Mingzhu snorted coldly, ignoring Yang Jian as he plunged into the cave with his spear.

Upon learning that the scheme against his sister was orchestrated by these loose cultivators, Yang Jian needed no further clarification. Like Li Mingzhu, his mind was consumed by a single thought—kill!

"Who dares invade this cave mansion of mine?"

A Daluo Golden Immortal appeared within the cave mansion, yet Li Mingzhu paid no mind. His spear thrust forward mercilessly.

Mountain Opening!

An oppressive aura of unrestrained domination descended from the heavens.

The Daluo Golden Immortal displayed some skill, deflecting the sudden attack despite its ferocity.

Though loose cultivators of the Primordial World were not overly formidable, they still outclassed Daluo Golden Immortals of the Demon Clan. He wasn't immediately destroyed by Li Mingzhu's strike.

However, soon after Li Mingzhu's spear came Yang Jian's blade, delivering an attack as potent as the first.

This time, the loose cultivator Daluo Golden Immortal wasn't so lucky. He was cleaved in half by Yang Jian's strike. Their teamwork remained impeccable.

As always, Li Mingzhu finished the kill by crushing the immortal's soul with his Qiankun Ring.

The cave mansion was a gathering place for loose cultivators. Though their strength was lacking, and they hadn't ventured into the Ten Great Deadlands, they had conspired to use Ao Yu and Yang Chan as bait.

Their plan was to secretly provoke the Beiming Imperial Clan into attacking, so they could swoop in to reap the benefits. However, the world rarely grants such fortunate schemes. They were discovered by Li Mingzhu and now faced utter annihilation!

With two masters of the Nine Revolution Profound Skill at their fifth-stage peak, it mattered little how many loose cultivators or Daluo Golden Immortals the cave contained. They were all doomed.

It's true that loose cultivators who reached the level of Daluo Golden Immortals were close to their counterparts under Saints in terms of understanding cosmic laws and Daoist attainment. But when it came to battle power, they were worlds apart.

Of course, there were exceptions—prodigies like Panshan Laozu, whose talent defied reason. But such individuals were rare.

For most loose cultivators in the Primordial World, reaching the Daluo Golden Immortal level often marked the limits of their potential. Progress beyond that was unimaginably difficult.

Li Mingzhu and Yang Jian cared not for such nuances. The loose cultivators in the cave mansion were completely exterminated.