Chapter 165: Chapter 165: Nether River Resolves to Kill Wukong Chapter 165: Chapter 165: Nether River Resolves to Kill Wukong The Nether River Patriarch’s ultimate skill was the four hundred and eighty million Blood God Child avatars, a fact known to all. These avatars had originated from souls and Primordial Spirits he caught during the battle between witches and demons in the Ancient Times, refined over the years, naturally possessing extraordinary power. Although no one had ever seen Nether River make a move, one could guess just how formidable these Blood God Child avatars were!

There is a saying that numerous ants can bite an elephant to death. but what does four hundred and eighty million avatars represent?

Everyone then saw the whole heaven and earth as if shrouded by blood shadows, an intense smell of blood almost making them vomit, assaulting their nostrils.

Mara, overjoyed, laughed, “Sun Wukong, today you will undoubtedly die. With the old ancestor’s Blood God Child avatars emerging, you might as well surrender!”

Wukong thought to himself, “Only a fool would surrender. You’re not foolish, so why would I, Old Sun, be?”

Not daring to take risks, he absorbed Heaven-Defying Taoist and Sun the Pilgrim into his body, then raised the Great Revolution Seal, still entangling Mara with it.

These four hundred and eighty million Blood God Child avatars were incredibly powerful. Two thousand of them pierced through Di Jiang’s body in an instant, causing Di Jiang to feel as if a good portion of his blood was drained by these Blood Gods, his complexion immediately paling as he exclaimed, “These Blood God Children are incorporeal, able to penetrate the void. Be careful, everyone, these avatars specifically steal people’s blood energy!”

Zhu Rong, furious, swung his fire whip with a cracking sound. The intense fire distorted the void; any Blood God Child that got close was burnt to ashes, but immediately after, they were devoured by other Blood Gods, and with an exhale, a new Blood God Child was born!

Zhu Rong exclaimed in shock, “Can these Blood God Children not be killed?”

Gonggong said gravely, “These Blood God Children are formed from blood energy and further refined with Primordial Spirits, making them very troublesome. Be extra cautious!”

The Asura Blood Sea was originally a mass of filthy blood from Pangu’s navel, which later birthed a placenta in the blood sea; the Nether River emerged from it, along with two Innate Divine Swords and even seized a Twelfth Rank Karmic Fire Lotus Platform. These Blood God Children were made from the essence of the filthy blood from the Asura Blood Sea, refined with Primordial Spirits, and were extremely troublesome to deal with.

Only Di Jiang could deal with these Blood God Child avatars relatively easily, using the Reincarnation Pen to send them, along with the essence of filthy blood, into reincarnation. In their next lives, they would be reborn in the Asura Blood Sea, and Nether River would have to locate those reincarnated avatars to refine them again, which was very troublesome.

The four hundred and eighty million Blood God Child avatars roared, filling the sky with blood, their roaring sounds deafening.

Eighty million Blood God Child avatars rushed towards Wukong, making him inwardly groan in hardship. On one hand, he needed to entangle the grand Asura King Mara to prevent his escape; on the other, he had to deal with eighty million avatars, truly a headache.

“World-Cleansing Dust Whisk, these Blood God Children are made from the essence of the filthiest blood between heaven and earth. My World-Cleansing Dust Whisk seems to be just the counter for them!” Wukong thought to himself, finding a method to cope, and wielded the whisk.

Throwing the whisk into the air, it instantly burst forth with Seven-Colored Divine Light. Since Wukong stepped into the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, his magical treasures had also undergone a transformation, becoming tremendously powerful, far more than before. The Seven-Colored Divine Light surged like ocean tides, spreading out widely, instantly submerging over eight hundred thousand Blood God Child avatars.

The Blood God Child avatars let out a shrill scream as they were literally scrubbed to death by the World-Cleansing Dust Whisk.

Nether River, furious, commanded fifty million more Blood God Child avatars, bringing the total to nearly a hundred and thirty million avatars to face Wukong, showing his annoyance towards him.

When Emperor Di Jiang used the Reincarnation Pen, he buried only a few thousand avatars, but Wukong’s World-Cleansing Dust Whisk scrubbed away over eight hundred thousand, how could Nether River Patriarch not be angered?

Wukong inwardly cried out in alarm, as the eleven Ancestral Witches were entangled by Nether River’s Blood God Child avatars. Now that Nether River was targeting him, they couldn’t help him, leaving him somewhat unable to cope on his own! He struggled to use the World-Cleansing Dust Whisk against the hundred and thirty million Blood God Child avatars, holding the Buddha Beating Staff in his left hand and the Creation Heavenly Mechanism Staff in his right, working on both sides to contend with Mara, aiming to defeat him in a short duration.

“Sun Wukong, don’t think that with Xuan Ming covering you, I can’t kill you!” Nether River Patriarch bellowed angrily, a hundred and thirty million Blood God Child avatars swarming over like a blanket covering the sky, recklessly charging. Over thirty million were scrubbed to death by the Dust Whisk, the remaining hundred million pressing the attack.

One can imagine, in the past General used to sink the sun, setting up a great formation, managing only two to three hundred million restless spirits. Now, with Nether River making a move, he deployed four hundred and eighty million, and although only a hundred million were now attacking Wukong, the mere number was enough to terrify anyone. If one were cowardly, they might have been scared stiff on the spot, vomiting green bile and dying, and those with low cultivation levels could have their Three Flowers and Five Qi scattered by the blood energy, meeting a violent death.

Seeing a hundred million Blood God Child avatars breaking through the World-Cleansing Dust Whisk to aid him, Mara naturally lost all apprehension, bellowing loudly and bravely meeting an attacking staff head-on. His Asura Sword in hand, he produced over eight thousand sword lights, piercing straight towards Wukong’s chest.

Wukong cast a spell of the Golden Bell Shield, a golden aura rising around his body, transforming into a large bell that covered him completely. The eight thousand sword lights fell, causing the bell to shake violently, continuously resounding, with cracks gradually appearing.

Asura Mara was among the experts of the Primordial Golden Immortals, merely appearing weaker initially due to a setback, but once he got going again, his comeback was nothing short of remarkable. However, compared to the astonishing Blood God Child incarnation of the Nether River Patriarch, he was still a notch below.

“Asura Slaying Heaven Sword Technique!” As Asura Mara formed the spell in his hands, he executed a marvelous swordsmanship technique.

A sword aura condensed, spanning hundreds of yards, and suddenly fell, shattering Sun Wukong’s Golden Bell Shield in an instant. Sun Wukong, having no choice, raised his Buddha Beating Staff to parry, but at that moment, the Blood God Child incarnation pounced, seemingly aiming to devour him alive.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong manifested Three Heads Six Arms, holding the Heavenly Mechanism Staff in two hands and the Great Revolution Seal in another two.

Swinging the staff, Sun Wukong kept the Blood God Child incarnation at bay, but the incarnation, unstoppable as a carp leaping across the river, surged forward relentlessly, reckless of its own safety.

As the saying goes: “The soft fear the hard, the hard fear the mad, and the mad fear those who are beyond fear of death!”

The Blood God Child incarnation, merely being an incarnation, would not harm the Nether River Patriarch fundamentally even if destroyed; thus, it employed a reckless fighting style. Faced with such tactics, not to mention Sun Wukong, even a Saint would concede and not bother over mere pride for the moment.

The scene was truly spectacular and tragic!

How so? There is a poem to prove it, which says: “Blood mists overshadow the sun, limitless divine techniques nowhere to apply. Incarnations in millions, despairing neither to soar to the sky nor burrow through the earth.”

At this moment, Sun Wukong wished for nothing more than to execute a Burrowing Technique to escape, but how could he disengage? He had ambushed Asura Mara and killed many of Nether River’s Blood God Children. Nether River had long harbored intense anger against him, and knowing that their paths and his revolutionary ways would inevitably clash, confrontation was inevitable. And Sun Wukong was no ordinary being; even the cunning Tathagata had repeatedly suffered setbacks against him. If he did not capture him now, future troubles were anticipated!

“Even at the cost of a severe setback, I must leave this monkey’s life here and send him to the Deification Platform!” Nether River Patriarch thought darkly, resolute in his decision to kill him regardless of the cost.

Although Sun Wukong exhibited his Three Heads Six Arms, it was barely sufficient. A billion incarnations flooded towards him, causing the Three Flowers and Five Qi to tremble continuously. The three Life Lamps felt as if they were about to extinguish, the Five Qi within his chest chaotically surged, totally uncontrollable, not even managing to focus the Three Flowers at the Top or direct the Five Qi towards the Yuan. If this continued, he feared these massed Blood God Children would drain all his vital energy!

“Revolutionary will, transform the fate of the world!” Sun Wukong roared, first lifting the Great Revolution Seal and then deploying the Primordial Great Strength Technique. A force of billions of pounds erupted in an instant. His own muscles and bones could hardly withstand such tremendous force; several blood vessels burst within his body, spewing blood from his nose and mouth.

Though injured himself, he caught Asura Mara off guard. As the latter raised the Treasured Sword to parry, he realized the disaster too late as a blow landed, causing a chickpea-sized notch in the Asura Sword and shattering his grip into a bloody mess, sending him flying, his spirit and strength in disarray.

The effect of the Primordial Great Strength Technique was precisely to catch the opponent unawares. When a billion pounds of force suddenly exploded at such close proximity, how terrifying was that impact? If the opponent’s cultivation level was slightly inferior, they could be utterly vanquished on the spot, leaving their life behind.

Having sent Asura Mara flying, Sun Wukong immediately felt a relief. The Great Revolution Seal plummeted, the sickles and axes breaking free and wildly dancing in the air. A piercing cold light and splattering revolutionary will, both heavy and sharp, created a gap in the ranks of the over a billion Blood God Children.

“Wukong, go quickly, the Nether River is too tough to handle, and if you fall into trouble, Xuan Ming won’t just stand by. If the Hong Jun Taoist Patriarch erases your Heavenly Heart Mark, things will only get worse!” Di Jiang shouted out.

If Sun Wukong was in jeopardy, Xuan Ming would certainly not sit idly by. Breaking Hong Jun Taoist Patriarch’s decrees would force him to erase her Heavenly Heart Mark, causing her to fall from the realm of Saints to set an example. Otherwise, the Saints would all intervene, wouldn’t that create chaos?

This barrage of killing moves from the Nether River Patriarch, with the eleven Ancestral Witches not yet back to full strength and lacking Xuan Ming to form the Capital Heavenly Divine Slayer Formation, were forced to retreat by the over three hundred million Blood God Child incarnations. With two Innate Divine Swords harrying them, they couldn’t free their hands and had to rely on their immortal bodies to endure. Even if Sun Wukong retreated, they would only be temporarily killed and would resurrect after a decade or so.

While summoning thunder, Gonggong shouted: “Nether River, if you dare to kill him, be wary of Xuan Ming seeking revenge!”

Nether River slashed through the thunder with a sword, scoffing coldly: “If she intervenes, Hong Jun Taoist Patriarch will deal with her!”

The situation, how intense and pressing it was!

As for how Sun Wukong fares, stay tuned for the next part. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please vote for it at qidian.com and cast your monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)