Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods

The Yin-Yang fish formed by the Kunpeng True Form seemed soft and fragile, yet it was impossibly sharp, slicing through the wind and waves. In the blink of an eye, it was already in front of Patriarch Dongfeng.

True harmony between Yin and Yang embodies the Dao. The Kunpeng's frigid demeanor came from its excessive focus on studying the form of the Kun, resulting in an imperfect Yin Yang True Form.

Thus, even though the Kunpeng's power far surpassed Fu Yao's, when it came to mastery of the Kunpeng True Form, Fu Yao's understanding was superior.

"Arrogant brat!"

Patriarch Dongfeng roared. So what if you're the son of a Demon Master? How dare you treat him, the great Patriarch, with such disdain?

In Patriarch Dongfeng's eyes, while the Kunpeng True Form was impressive, it hardly qualified as a Life and Death Technique of the Kunpeng Clan. To him, it was clear that Fu Yao didn't take him seriously.

However, in reality, every Life and Death Technique of the Kunpeng Clan stemmed from the Kunpeng True Form. The fact that Fu Yao opened with this technique clearly showed his apprehension toward Patriarch Dongfeng. Unfortunately, the patriarch couldn't comprehend this.

The copper hammer struck heavily against Fu Yao's Kunpeng True Form, but it felt like hitting a block of cotton. Not only did it fail to harm Fu Yao, but the Kunpeng True Form rebounded it effortlessly.

It was reminiscent of the Taiji Fist of later generations — appearing to have no force yet possessing the profound effect of deflecting a thousand pounds with mere ounces. Such is the wonder of the Yin Yang Dao.

"I gaze from the East Wind, and the Nine Provinces shall freeze!"

Forced back by the Kunpeng True Form, Patriarch Dongfeng fumed with True Fire. Without hesitation, he unleashed his signature technique — the East Wind Hammer Technique.

Like a howling gale, one wave surpassed the last, and one hammer strike outpowered the previous blow!

Encased in the Yin-Yang fish, Fu Yao remained unimpressed. He retracted his stance, opening up the Yin-Yang fish, with his left hand representing Yin and his right hand representing Yang. Within his palms, he conjured two glowing spheres.

The spheres, representing the polar extremes of Yin and Yang, were pushed to their peak by Fu Yao. With each collision against Patriarch Dongfeng's hammer strikes, their power only grew stronger.

Leveraging strength against strength — this was the essence!

Patriarch Dongfeng's hammer technique relied on continuously accumulating power to grow more formidable, but Fu Yao's Yin-Yang poles were the least affected by such attacks. The stronger the blows, the stronger Fu Yao became.

Had Patriarch Dongfeng unleashed an overwhelming burst of power from the start to completely overpower Fu Yao, he might have had a chance. But the longer the battle dragged on, the slimmer his chances of victory became.

"Watch carefully and learn well!"

Li Mingzhu knocked the heads of Heavenly Silkworm and Zhu Xiong, who were also watching, each receiving a flick to their foreheads. Ignoring their resentful gazes, she continued observing the fight.

"Boom!"

Finally, as Patriarch Dongfeng's hammer technique reached its peak, Fu Yao erupted with power, switching from defense to offense. The previously spherical Yin-Yang poles transformed — one into a sword and the other into a saber.

The sword signified sovereignty, and the saber represented imperial supremacy, both supreme weaponry for attack.

Fu Yao's figure darted across the ocean like an unstoppable gale. Even though Patriarch Dongfeng bore the name of the wind, there was no way he could match the unparalleled speed of the Kunpeng Clan.

After all, Wind Control was an innate talent of the Kunpeng Clan. To say the least, Patriarch Dongfeng's encounter with Fu Yao was a complete mismatch.

The speed he was so proud of was utterly negated before Fu Yao, and his aggressive strikes were effortlessly absorbed and converted by the Yin-Yang fish into Fu Yao's strength.

Fu Yao's movements were erratic, left and right, unpredictable. Only Li Mingzhu, with her Spiritual Eye, could barely keep track of his actions.

The extreme speed also brought with it another extreme — a pinnacle of power. The inertia generated by such speed imbued Fu Yao's attacks with overwhelming force.

Fu Yao might not yet have fully mastered the forces resulting from this inertia, but his every strike brought immense pressure upon Patriarch Dongfeng.

Patriarch Dongfeng could no longer maintain his composure. Both hammers flailed desperately, barely managing to fend off Fu Yao's relentless attacks. Yet Fu Yao's strikes came like unending waves, one after another, with no end in sight.

"Boom!"

A devastating attack shattered Patriarch Dongfeng's mighty hammers. A single slash of the saber and a thrust of the sword landed directly on his body. His Daoist robe was stained with blood as he staggered back in defeat!

The sea surged with massive waves, yet the heated battle above the waters remained undeterred. Fu Yao showed no signs of letting up due to Patriarch Dongfeng's retreat. On the contrary, an onslaught of even fiercer attacks came, each wave stronger than the last.

But Patriarch Dongfeng, an old man with frail bones, could not endure such battering. Even his treasured Innate Spiritual Treasure hammers were destroyed, leaving him grieving their loss.

"Enough!"

Li Mingzhu intervened to halt Fu Yao's assault. If this continued, Patriarch Dongfeng would be killed — an outcome contrary to her plans.

In truth, even Li Mingzhu didn't expect Fu Yao's frenzy to carry such overwhelming power. But upon considering his as the Kunpeng's offspring, she found it understandable.

As the saying goes: A dragon begets dragons, a phoenix begets phoenixes, and a rat's progeny digs holes. Being the sole heir of the Kunpeng, even if Fu Yao had hidden his sharpness before, he could never have been weak.

Fu Yao dismissed his Kunpeng True Form and returned to Li Mingzhu's side, casting a cold sneer toward Patriarch Dongfeng.

From this battle, Fu Yao's strength had climbed further. Standing next to Li Mingzhu, he exuded an oppressive aura without lifting a finger.

"I concede. Say what you will, and I shall obey."

Patriarch Dongfeng was pragmatic, quickly lowering his head. With the situation as it was, he had no choice but to yield. Whatever Li Mingzhu decided, he would comply without question!

"Do you recognize who this is?"

Li Mingzhu gestured toward the little Golden Crow and addressed Patriarch Dongfeng with pride. The Golden Crow emitted an overwhelming demonic energy akin to a resurrected Demon Emperor.

"Demon Emperor?!"

Patriarch Dongfeng trembled, stumbling back, afraid to lift his gaze.

The memory of Donghuang's dominance over the Demon Clan War Generals was deeply ingrained. Upon seeing the little Golden Crow, he was reminded immediately of the legendary Donghuang.

"Look closely once more!"

Li Mingzhu dispelled the simulated Donghuang aura surrounding the little Golden Crow. Now it was Patriarch Dongfeng's turn to be puzzled. It was indeed a Golden Crow, but where had the towering aura gone?

"Dongfeng, do you accept submission?"

Li Mingzhu fixed her gaze on Patriarch Dongfeng, releasing an imposing pressure, while an overpowering spear intent pierced straight into the patriarch's heart.

"Dongfeng submits!"

Having had his spirit utterly crushed by Fu Yao, Li Mingzhu, and the earlier illusion of the Demon Emperor's aura, Patriarch Dongfeng dared not harbor any resistance. Whatever Li Mingzhu decreed, he vowed to follow without question, and he refrained from probing deeper into the matter of the little Golden Crow.

"Prepare your Qingxuan Island. I intend to hold a banquet here for the loose cultivators of the East Sea!"

Li Mingzhu issued her command, and Patriarch Dongfeng immediately led her and Fu Yao inside. However, his attention remained fixed on the little Golden Crow.