164: Chapter 160: Killing You Is Also Mine.

164: Chapter 160: Killing You Is Also Mine.

If Wu Zhiji escaped, they would be done for.

Even ordinary people understood that immortals couldn’t always stand by their side to protect them.

But if the demon escaped, it could return at any time.

Sun Wukong sneered and said, “Just for what you said, you won’t be able to escape today.”

“Nezha, strike with all your might.

Don’t let him get away,” Yang Jian ordered.

“Rest assured, today he is definitely going to die here.”

The three top-tier war gods were all ruthless.

Wu Zhiji’s mouth twitched.

Maybe he shouldn’t have made such fierce remarks just now.

But it was too late for regrets now; he could only fight with all he had.

Wu Zhiji roared and charged at Nezha.

From their separate exchanges just now, Wu Zhiji had realized that among the three, Nezha was the weakest.

Only by breaking through from Nezha’s direction could he have a chance to escape.

Nezha was furious that this guy actually saw him as the soft persimmon.

He directly swung the Qiankun Ring and smashed it out.

Dang.

Wu Zhiji was blocked, unable to break through Nezha’s defense.

Their fierce combat shook with tremendous magical power.

Wu Zhiji’s face was filled with horror, and he stared at Nezha in disbelief.

Could he actually block him?

Was this still a celestial immortal?

Seeing the shock on his face, Nezha sneered, “You may know that an existence called a top-tier war god of the Three Realms, even if a celestial immortal, has the strength to battle an average Heavenly Venerate.

You are just an average Heavenly Venerate and still deluded enough to think you can suppress this Crown Prince.”

Only then did Wu Zhiji come to a realization, and a chill ran through his heart.

If the top-tier war gods among the celestial immortals could battle an ordinary Heavenly Venerate, what if they became Heavenly Venerates themselves?

Wu Zhiji’s gaze fell on Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, and he felt his heart convulsing.

Today, it seemed he truly couldn’t escape his fate.

Sun Wukong and Yang Jian also joined the encirclement.

The two assisted from the side, helping Nezha to attack Wu Zhiji.

Before long, Wu Zhiji was covered in wounds.

Considering his state, he could probably hold on only for a short while longer.

Wu Zhiji was also panicked and somewhat angry.

He stared angrily at Sun Wukong and the others, yelling, “If you have the guts, face me one-on-one.

What kind of war gods gang up on someone?”

Sun Wukong said indifferently, “Sure, you can take us on one-on-three.”

Wu Zhiji’s heart initially leaped with joy, but after hearing Sun Wukong’s words, his face darkened.

He glared at Sun Wukong and said coldly, “You dare to mock me.”

“Yeah, so what, not happy about it?”

Sun Wukong’s eyes widened and a strike of his staff made Wu Zhiji spit out blood.

Wu Zhiji felt desperate; even provocation was useless.

The three from the Three Realms, including Sun Wukong, were all old hands; they wouldn’t fall for it.

Such a clumsy attempt at provocation was useless against them.

Wu Zhiji darted left and right but couldn’t break through the three’s defense at all.

Instead, he himself was covered in blood, his injuries already extremely severe.

“I’ll fight you to the end,” Wu Zhiji roared, his aura climbing.

Sun Wukong was startled and immediately got annoyed; his mana surged, infusing into the Golden Hoop staff, and he smashed Wu Zhiji, sending him flying.

“Fight your sister, you scared me,” Sun Wukong yelled dissatisfied.

Wu Zhiji was hit so hard his body convulsed, his whole body nearly rotten.

He glared viciously at Sun Wukong, really wanting to get up and fight again, but he couldn’t stand up at all.

The strike just now had dispersed all his mana.

In Wu Zhiji’s eyes, there was a flash of horror, as he stared at Sun Wukong and said, “How can you be so powerful?”

With a cold laugh, Sun Wukong retorted, “Why can’t Old Sun be that powerful?

Did you think everyone is like you, becoming a Heavenly Venerate but still a loser?

The great name of Water Monkey Great Sage Wu Zhiji, it’s a pity that reality fails to live up to the reputation.”

“Pfft.”

Wu Zhiji spat out a mouthful of blood, out of sheer frustration.

He was gasping for breath, having sustained serious injuries.

“Finish him off, lest we have more trouble later on.”

Yang Jian spoke.

Sun Wukong nodded and was about to bring his staff down.

“Wait a moment.”

Wu Zhiji quickly shouted.

Sun Wukong didn’t bring his staff down; he wanted to hear what Wu Zhiji had to say.

“If you spare me, I can give you everything inside my Water Mansion.”

Sun Wukong pondered for a moment, then smashed his staff down.

Wu Zhiji was instantly killed by the blow.

“By killing you, everything in your Water Mansion is mine too.”

Sun Wukong said, curling his lip.

Nezha and the others had been hesitating, but upon hearing Sun Wukong’s words, they suddenly saw the light.

Yes, indeed, even if they killed Wu Zhiji, everything in his Water Mansion would still belong to them.

There was no need to spare him.

Seeing Wu Zhiji killed, the locals on both banks cheered.

They shouted praises for the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Master Erlang, and Nezha, their faces flushed with excitement.

Yang Jian cracked a smile; the feeling of being appreciated was truly pleasant.

A flicker of Dao Fire burned Wu Zhiji’s physical body to ashes, reducing everything to nothingness.

Sun Wukong used a spell to thaw the river water.

They plunged directly into the depths of the Huai River.

The so-called cave abode of Wu Zhiji was nothing like what they had imagined.

There was nothing of the expected splendor and brilliance, only resembling a makeshift cave.

They crawled inside, and a foul stench hit them—it was the smell of Wu Zhiji.

Nezha immediately rushed out, nearly vomiting.

Sun Wukong also dashed out, disliking the odor.

Only Yang Jian, after a search inside, brought out a few items.

Upon seeing those items, Sun Wukong was visibly disgusted.

They were just some Immortal Weapons and a few treasures of the Immortal Clan, none particularly powerful or of renowned make.

“Just what stroke of fortune did this guy have to reach the rank of Heavenly Venerate?”

Sun Wukong wondered aloud.

“I found half a corpse inside that looked like the Nine-Headed Beast.

Perhaps Wu Zhiji consumed the Nine-Headed Beast, absorbing its mana, which allowed him to step into the realm of Heavenly Venerate,”

Yang Jian shared his findings.

Nezha looked incredulous and couldn’t help saying, “Has this guy gone mad?

Absorbing another being’s mana, even if he reached Heavenly Venerate, comes with great hidden dangers, and he might be stuck in that realm for life.

Does he not wish to progress any further?”

Yang Jian replied, “Not everyone aspires to become a Great Heavenly Venerate, and even for some cultivators, becoming a Celestial Immortal is already the ultimate goal.

Attaining the rank of Heavenly Venerate, even if there’s no further progress, was a huge temptation for Wu Zhiji.

After all, becoming a Heavenly Venerate on one’s own power is exceedingly difficult.”

This, Nezha could profoundly relate to, for he became a Celestial Immortal even before Sun Wukong.

Yet, to this day, he could not achieve the status of Heavenly Venerate and remained at the peak of Celestial Immortal.

Although his combat strength was formidable, it was still a different concept from that of a Heavenly Venerate.

“Well, now that everything is settled here, we should be on our way back.

Great Saint, would you care to join us?”

Yang Jian asked with a smile.

“Of course, Old Sun doesn’t wish to return to Huaguo Mountain just yet.

Joining you to fight demons seems like a fine choice,”

Sun Wukong replied immediately.