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Chapter 63 - 63 63 Beating Up Narasimha He Won't Enter Brahmaloka Will He

63: Chapter 63: Beating Up Narasimha, He Won’t Enter Brahmaloka, Will He?

(Please Follow) 63: Chapter 63: Beating Up Narasimha, He Won’t Enter Brahmaloka, Will He?

(Please Follow) “Hahahaha!”

“Supreme Lord, let me wake you up!”

Indra burst into laughter.

He moved like the wind, charging forward in an instant, raising his fist, embracing a heart of sincerity, without the slightest grudge, and without holding back his strength, he heavily aimed a punch at the blue lion face of Narasimha.

Boom!

The punch was like the creation of heaven and earth, the power of the Heavenly Realm converged, stars twinkled, carrying the majestic thunder and lightning, and suddenly struck the nose of Narasimha’s blue lion face.

Wowo!

Narasimha let out a painful howl, instantly retreating backward.

Almost to the other side of the Heavenly Realm.

Narasimha’s head shook violently, his whiskers flailed, he roared wildly, his entire face displaying fury, becoming increasingly ferocious and terrifying.

A surge of bloodthirsty intent swirled, transforming into terrifying thoughts.

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

Intense anger accumulated in Narasimha’s heart, he roared again, pushed off the ground with one leap, and charged toward Indra.

Roar, roar, roar!

Narasimha leaped into the air.

A golden giant mace, akin to a great hammer, appeared in his hand in an instant, waved to cover the sky like Mandara Mountain breaking, lifted high and pressed down toward Indra’s head.

Indra wore a calm expression.

He walked with steady strides, one step at a time, quietly watching the leaping Narasimha.

He had been blessed by Vishnu.

Neither the Protector God nor his avatars’ powers could harm him!

Indra smiled, without dodging, lifted his hand.

Boom!

The giant mace fell.

Indra’s arm didn’t move an inch, his fingers spread wide, he steadied and caught the giant mace.

“Feels…

not as good as the Jīnchuáng!”

Indra commented.

The blessing was really too powerful!

Compared to the Jīnchuáng, fighting Narasimha was so much easier.

Even without Helakela, just scraping him with gua sha, he could scrape Narasimha to death over a thousand years.

Indra couldn’t help but laugh.

“No good!”

“I have so much respect for the Three Aspects Deity, I should not laugh.”

“Hold it in!”

The next moment, Indra cocked his head, clamping his mouth shut to stifle his laughter.

Watching the furious Narasimha, he struggled to suppress his amusement, his right hand clenched into a fist, his arm wrapped in the Divine Armor’s cyanotic light, and he struck out.

Boom!

Narasimha was once again sent flying backwards, crashing into countless ruins and causing the Heavenly Realm to tremble.

Roar, roar, roar!

Narasimha got up, once more letting out a pained growl.

The power of Helakela surged again, the toxin seeping in, spreading downward, turning his neck a cyanotic blue as well.

Roar!!!

This time, Narasimha’s eyes were still blood-red, but he seemed to have learned his lesson, not advancing further, instead eyeing Indra with the wariness of encountering a formidable prey, he then lifted his right hand, stretching out his index finger.

Swish!

A wheel of godly light spun.

On the fingertip of Narasimha, the Mysterious Wheel of Sight rotated ceaselessly, slicing through all things, shimmering with the brilliance of the sun.

The next moment, the Mysterious Wheel of Sight flew out, heading straight for Indra’s head.

“Mysterious Wheel of Sight!”

Seeing the oncoming wheel, Indra was instantly startled and leaped back vigorously.

The Mysterious Wheel of Sight was indeed Vishnu’s artefact.

With just a spin, Asura heads could fall to the ground; it was very dangerous!

He moved quickly!

But the Mysterious Wheel of Sight was even faster, flickering with flowing light, and in an instant, it reached right in front of him!

Indra crossed his arms in front of him to block.

Swish!

The Mysterious Wheel of Sight rotated, but instead of a severing pain, it was like the tickle of a kitten’s lick.

“Hmm?”

Indra took a closer look.

The Mysterious Wheel of Sight kept spinning in front of him, scraping his arms, leaving not a single wound on them.

Oh~

Indra watched the spinning Mysterious Wheel of Sight, his eyes brightened, he couldn’t help but softly exclaim.

He stepped back, raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and placed it at the center of the Mysterious Wheel of Sight.

The Mysterious Wheel of Sight radiated light, spinning upon Indra’s fingertip.

“This isn’t too bad either!”

Indra’s index finger hooked slightly.

Whoosh!

The Mysterious Wheel of Sight immediately shot out, spinning like the wheel of the world, and landed on Narasimha’s body.

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

Narasimha raised his head and roared in pain as a long, narrow wound immediately appeared on his body.

Narasimha had his defenses broken!

Indra blinked his eyes, filled with astonishment.

With a turn of his index finger, the Mysterious Wheel of Sight whooshed back and immediately flew to his fingertip, rotating like the great sun with strands of golden light circling around it.

“The Mysterious Wheel of Sight is really handy!”

“I also have a divine wheel, it’s perfect for practicing my skills with the Mysterious Sight!”

Indra exclaimed.

He pointed his index finger forward.

The Mysterious Wheel of Sight flew out again, reaching Narasimha in an instant at an unbelievable speed and began to graze around him.

Zzzzt!

Zzzzt!

Zzzzt!

Sparks flew from Narasimha’s body.

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

The constant roars of Narasimha continued.

…

Inside Brahmaloka.

The Ritual Master Immortal nodded with satisfaction.

With a smile, he took out his writing brush and paper and continued to write the “Chronicles of Indra.”

[“The fearless Heavenly Emperor Indra, having defeated the King of Asura, Jīnchuáng, who ruled the Three Realms, and then battled with the raging Narasimha…”]

As he wrote this, the Ritual Master Immortal lifted his hand, his fingers tightly twirling the brush, suddenly feeling nervous and hesitant.

Should he write himself into it too?

In the midst of the Ritual Master Immortal’s hesitation, the gods were cheering and jumping for joy.

“With this, Narasimha should be subdued soon.”

The Fire God Agni’s eyes shone with excitement.

“Worthy of being the War God of the Heavenly Realm, even using the Supreme Lord’s Mysterious Wheel of Sight,” sighed the Wind God Vayu.

“With the Mysterious Wheel of Sight, we believe Narasimha will soon come to his senses and the Supreme Lord can return.”

The gods cheered.

Brahma widened his eyes, his expression solemn, and said, “A raging beast is dangerous, but an injured beast is even more dangerous!”

The Salabhamvid Goddess’s eyes flickered.

“Husband!”

“Are you saying…”

…

The Mysterious Wheel of Sight kept spinning, bouncing continuously, trapping Narasimha at its center.

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

Narasimha, covered in wounds, held his head with both claws, enduring the pain and letting out a fierce roar.

His knees slightly bent, he suddenly leaped up in an instant.

Boom!

The Mysterious Wheel of Sight shot at him, but Narasimha, regardless of his own safety, and enduring the intense pain, flew up into the sky.

“Is he running away?”

Indra was slightly startled.

Following the direction of Narasimha, his heart suddenly sank.

No good!

“Surya!

Run quickly!”

Indra shouted loudly.

Boom!

Narasimha shot straight into the sky as fast as lightning, opened his huge maw, and charged towards Sun God Surya.

Surya, who had been happily watching the battle, suddenly changed color, turned his head towards Aruna.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry!”

Drive!

Aruna promptly snapped the reins, and the divine steeds galloped, racing towards the clouds.

But Narasimha was rapidly closing in.

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

Narasimha opened his gaping maw, and a raging windstorm ensued, like a cosmic disaster.

No matter how the divine steeds galloped, they could not outpace the windstorm, and the Sun God Chariot flew backward into Narasimha’s mouth.

Sun God Surya’s face was full of despair and unwillingness.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

If only the horses had been stronger!

This scene unfolded before the eyes of all the gods in Brahmaloka.

All the gods were stunned, their faces frozen in shock and fear, silent and speechless, as if a great disaster was about to descend.

“He couldn’t possibly make it to Brahmaloka, could he?”

Suddenly, the Fire God Agni spoke.

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