The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha

On the other side, after a brief preparation, Nezha finally completed the engraving of the Twelve Duterrestrial Gods Evil Formation. The False Dao was fully showcased, vaguely presenting a picture, and the treasure of three oceans silently resonated, beginning to merge under Nezha's power.

Thunder God watched Nezha's constantly elevating Taoist Body and increasingly terrifying aura, feeling a constant twitch in his eyelids.

Sorry, I admit I was too loud just now!

The moment Thunder God stood up and flashed with purple light, he vanished without a trace. Let whoever wants to join this excitement do so; I'm heading home to eat!

Nezha paid no mind to Thunder God but rather closely felt his continuously expanding power. How to describe his current feelings?

There are only four words: omnipotent!

After a few breaths, the terrifying pressure on Nezha dispersed, crushing the Heavenly Soldiers and Asuras present to the ground.

This was a fear that stemmed from body and mind instinct.

Holding an axe in one hand, Nezha looked towards the battlefield of the Ancestor of Nether River and Yunxiao, and his first axe did not slash at the Ancestor of Nether River but rather the Blood Sea.

Space was no longer a hindrance for Nezha; thousands of meters and millions of meters made no difference to him. A simple axe crossed the space and landed on the part belonging to the Ancestor of Nether River.

Pure, unrivaled power fell, and all touched by the Blood Sea completely dissolved; there were no raging waves, no Asura screams, only silence.

In a flash, the Ancestor of Nether River, engaged in battle with Yunxiao, turned pale and couldn't maintain his demeanor, screaming, "Nezha, I admit you're ruthless!"

Then, as blood light evaporated, the Ancestor of Nether River retreated, returning to the Blood Sea only to find a third of his territory missing—originally larger than the Nether River Mother's Blood Sea, now substantially diminished—anger left him even more fiery, as he now faced devouring from the Nether River Mother.

After the first axe, Nezha's chaotic aura was somewhat destabilized, but he maintained control, and this time his gaze fell on Yin Zhuo King.

Provoked twice, lost bets then fled; you ask for disrespect, so don't blame me for my lack of politeness.

Floating, he swung an axe towards Yin Zhuo King, who felt the danger, attempted to run but found himself crushed, although nothing visibly surrounded him, he felt something tangible pressing and fixing him.

Then, witnessing a giant wielding an axe overhead, eyes widening beneath the mask, Yin Zhuo King awakened some dreadful memory.

His whole mana exploded desperately gathered in front of him for defense, yet the axe's glow ripped space apart, leaving behind a horrifying black spatial tear frenziedly consuming everything, with no sign of Yin Zhuo King, the Three Corpses Strongman, his fate unknown.

Slashing twice, the patterns on Nezha began to blur, a massive uncontrollable breakdown of Pangu's power unfolded.

But when Nezha targeted the Kun Daoist, the Kun Daoist swiftly forced back Kong Xuan, summoned a Twelfth Grade Purple Lotus for protection, spun around to merge with the ground, disappearing into concealment.

The now disordered figure of Nezha did not immediately retract the formation, but roared amid panic—a provocation and declaration.

Not satisfied? Then come.

All primordials gazed towards the heavenly figure at the roar, the primordial plunged into silence.

Gripping the axe, Nezha was satisfied—no one was more qualified to become a Saint than him.

The power couldn't last long; once the formation shattered, Nezha's figure shrank back to original stature.

Chaos Bell emitted a melodious chime seemed to cheer for Nezha, and the Pangu Banner floated leisurely.

"Second Brother, I told you our little master was impressive."

"Just ordinary."

Nezha released his hold, letting the Pangu Banner soar back to Kunlun Yuxu Palace, where Guang Chengzi and others sighed with relief at Pangu Banner's return.

Master Taiyi awkwardly stroked his beard, saying, "I told you it was just for a bit, actually, it's nothing much."

Guang Chengzi cast a sideways glance at Master Taiyi, as if saying, only you're generous—who could be more generous!

Nezha's Pangu's Body disassembled, the strain from two consecutive axe strikes exceeded that of his battle with Thunder God; though seeming vibrant donning the Emperor Robe, moving even a bit was strenuous, should Ben Bo Ba appear, he foresaw defeat.

Yet he stood—the emptiness remained unknown to others.

A troop of Heavenly Soldiers, having witnessed Nezha's divine prowess, were just like energised, screaming as they charged Asuras and emerging demons.

Kong Xuan and company didn't quickly depart but landed beside Nezha, staring oddly at him—they hadn't anticipated Nezha's current ferocity.

"Cough, cough, which sister could lend me a hand? I'm about to fall!"

Jin Ling: ...

Yunxiao: ...

Kong Xuan: ...

Praise wasted.

Yunxiao's finger lightly moved, auspicious clouds emerged beneath Nezha, gently supporting him, undeniably comfortable.

Nezha breathed out, consuming two pills, though pleased with public recognition, a period of peaceful cultivation was now required for restoration.

The thrill of wielding Pangu's power surged ever higher as Nezha's cultivation elevated, amplifying his sense of minutiae.

Previously, one axe at the Blood Sea would've sufficed, but alas, his mind was all muscle then, craving for another strike.

Had the Kun Daoist not fled, Nezha's third assault seems destined for him, what concern for Taoist Body's overwhelming burden?

Irrelevance—only pleasure mattered.

As for not activating Six Divine Powers mirroring Sacred Body, he feared unconscious damage in Primordial, especially amidst allies—harm to comrades was impermissible.

All enemy leaders retreated, dispersing demons floundered, encircled by organized Heavenly Soldiers rapidly ensnared.

Those slain, captured in Heavenly Prison—the dragon clan not sitting in solitude.

Soon, this colossal battle witnessed Heavenly Court's overwhelming triumph—Nezha regained some strength and mana.

"Thank you, dear sisters, for your help."

Jin Ling and Kong Xuan exchanged looks, remained silent, Yunxiao, mild of temper, glared at Nezha lightly, diplomatically saying, "Senior Sister Jin Ling, I've not returned to Golden Turtle Island in ages; in leisure now, let's go back together."

Jin Ling granted Yunxiao face, concurring, the duo departed.

Kong Xuan saw Jin Ling leave, said no more, transforming into a five-colored divine light and flew away.

Nezha wiped the sweat off his forehead, felt that recent scene was more terrifying than previous siege.

At this moment, Deng Chanyu approached with a teasing smile.

"Oh my, Your Majesty has a harem that even you can't control?"

Nezha, unfazed by Deng Chanyu's jest, for had he not seen her embarrassing self?

"What are the casualties this time?"

Deng Chanyu, now serious as Grand Marshal, meticulously reported casualties, then concluded, "More than expected; these demons possessed inexplicably high mana."

These creatures, nurtured by Great Experts, belonging to skilled mannerisms merited no surprise.

"Upon return, reward increase by twenty percent; injured afforded ample healing resources—those deceased will be arranged with the underworld, reborn as Heavenly People."

With merits, regardless of rebirth, accomplishments aren't squandered, elevating future fortune and Qi fortune—re-entering Immortal Dao might further achieve a True Immortal Dao Fruit.