The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 135 - 134 What are you looking at?

Chapter 135: Chapter 134 What are you looking at?

Does Chiyou feel no resentment after his defeat?

Of course he does, but his resentment is not directed at the Yellow Emperor. As the Warlord, he doesn’t disregard the triumphs and failures of war, but he has long since grown indifferent to them.

During the Battle of Zhuolu, both sides exhausted their resources. Although he lost, he accepted it wholeheartedly.

In truth, his lingering resentment stems from his own steed, the Iron-Eating Beast. That damned creature! If it hadn’t suddenly bent its head and flung him off during his duel with the Yellow Emperor, causing him to be surrounded...

Would he have been defeated so easily?

Now that he has come back to life, he feels somewhat lost. This is no longer his era. Everything around him is unfamiliar. His once-familiar friends and family have all passed away. He doesn’t understand why he has been resurrected yet again—what purpose does it serve?

As for the countless resentments within his body, they certainly have some effect on him. But he killed far more people back then than he has now. Why would he care?

Sitting on the city wall, he gazed at the battlefield enveloped in endless deathly silence—so familiar, yet so foreign.

...

The Zhou Army felt both relief and fear toward this newly emerging force. Relief because they no longer had to directly face the Shang Army, giving them a chance to catch their breath. Fear because the white bone soldiers in the city exuded an eerie aura—definitely not the hallmark of a righteous faction.

Shen Gongbao, on the other hand, was utterly indifferent. "No one can stop me from dealing with Jiang Ziya!"

But both sides had suffered significant losses and remained motionless for now.

In Qinyang City, Old Li had received news from Nezha, leaving him rather helpless. Based on Nezha’s explanation, until the resentment dissipates, the Skeleton Army will continue to persist. If they charged in head-on, they were merely throwing away their lives.

Even Old Li himself wasn’t confident about defeating the legendary General Chiyou.

Initially, Nezha thought the resurrected Chiyou would descend into madness. But seeing his current quiet demeanor surprised him—it seemed unlikely now.

If Chiyou had completely lost his sanity, Nezha could have assembled a team to take him down, and that would have been the end of it. But a rational Chiyou? Out of respect for the underworld, he couldn’t simply annihilate him without reason.

Moreover, Nezha’s Third Uncle had sent a message to him, advising him to handle this matter carefully. The Battle of Zhuolu itself had been fought to achieve the great ambition of unifying the Human Clan—to secure the Heavenly Mandate of humanity as the chosen lead of the Human Dao. Neither side was inherently wrong, and in fact, there was even a hint of mutual admiration between them.

Thus, from both sentiment and reason, Nezha couldn’t recklessly charge ahead. He had to follow the unfolding narrative.

After some preparation, Nezha transformed into a towering figure over two meters tall, his muscular frame radiating robust masculinity. He then pulled out a set of golden armor and a pair of massive hammers inscribed with the characters "De" and "Li" from his storage space.

The surrounding military generals looked on, envy flashing across their faces at Nezha’s solidly built physique.

After donning the armor and fastening the two massive hammers, Nezha mounted his horse and made his way to Xiqi City, where Chiyou was still calmly enjoying the scenery!

Nezha had spent considerable time living among the Witch Clan and had become adept at dealing with witches.

Looking up at Chiyou, who remained lost in thought, he shouted, "What are you staring at!"

Chiyou’s hollow gaze shifted downward, catching sight of Nezha with a flicker of recognition in his eyes. The aura emanating from Nezha was all too familiar to Chiyou—a fusion of human energy and witch blood. It was the presence of kin.

Grinning broadly, Chiyou remarked, "Whose brat is running wild here? This place is extremely dangerous. Why don’t you scurry home to your mother for some milk!"

Classic Witch Clan banter.

Nezha pulled out his "De" and "Li" hammers, knocking them together with a resounding thud. "What’s the matter? Want to challenge me, kid?"

Chiyou smirked dismissively, his eyes flashing black. Suddenly, the previously motionless skeletal commander, Sen Bai, in the city ignited with ghost fire and began lumbering toward Nezha with heavy steps.

Without wasting any words, Nezha released his little horse.

Wielding his massive hammer, he struck the skeletal commander squarely on the forehead. No matter how reinforced ordinary bones might be, they were no match for Nezha’s hammer.

The skeletal commander was instantly crushed into smithereens, its ghost fire extinguished in the process.

Dark energy surged around, and countless bone fragments began to reassemble. The skeletal commander was on the verge of standing upright once more when Nezha casually delivered another hammer strike. The struggling skeletal monster was finished for good this time.

"Is that all?"

Chiyou wasn’t angered by Nezha’s provocation; instead, he laughed heartily and asked, "Boy, what’s your name?"

Nezha spun his hammers and struck a heroic pose, announcing, "I, the one who never changes my name and never alters my identity, am Li Yuanba!"

"Good, good, good. Li Yuanba—a fine name indeed."

Nezha, the Thunder God of the Heavenly Court, would never be deterred by the fear of lightning.

Not even the name Li Laosan fazed him in the slightest.

As a tribal leader, Chiyou had always held a soft spot for prideful and talented young warriors, but youthfulness warranted proper education!

With a thought, two skeletal creatures emerged from the city—a four-meter-tall skeletal general wielding an enormous bone blade and a monstrous white bone centipede. Unlike the previous combatant, these two possessed a foundational level of intelligence, driven by bloodthirst and frenzy.

The massive centipede beast, measuring four to five meters long, lunged at Nezha directly. Nezha, unflinching, hurled his hammer at the white bone centipede. Although the centipede’s bone structure was remarkably reinforced, could it possibly rival Nezha’s Innate Treasure?

Even one swing of Nezha’s hammer outclassed the entirety of Master Huang Long’s assets. Combined with Nezha’s incomparably powerful physical body, his seemingly unimposing frame packed strength that utterly dwarfed the centipede’s.

The white bone centipede’s skull was immediately shattered by Nezha’s strike. Without retreating a single step, Nezha tore a massive chasm down the centipede’s spine with his "De" hammer. Following through, he smashed the centipede’s tailbone with his "Li" hammer, severing a chunk of its body entirely.

By now, the slow-moving skeletal general arrived and swung its massive bone sword directly at Nezha’s armored back. The strike produced nothing more than a loud clang and sent the skeletal general staggering backward several steps. Nezha remained completely unharmed, not even a scratch on his golden armor.

Nezha countered with his hammer, striking the bone sword. The blade vibrated violently under the sheer force, until Nezha’s second strike snapped it entirely.

The skeletal general stumbled and fell to the ground.

Given Nezha’s current body refinement level and his mastery of the Power Dao, these newly created beings stood no chance against him. The accumulated resentment saturating their bodies was swiftly dispersed under Nezha’s ferocious hammer blows!

After dispatching the two monsters, Nezha stood atop a pile of bones, pointing his hammer at Chiyou and provocatively shouting, "Mister, why don’t you come down and spar with me?"

Nezha had already pieced together a rough plan. Judging from how Xingtian had been dealt with previously, resolving Chiyou’s lingering obsession might follow a similar path. The only question was, what exactly was Chiyou’s fixation?

Regardless of the specifics, fighting seemed like a sensible first step.

Nezha estimated Chiyou’s current cultivation level to be only at the Golden Immortal stage. Furthermore, with the Witch Clan’s formidable physical bodies reduced to just a head, and Chiyou showing no hostility toward him, there appeared to be little cause for worry.

Even in the worst-case scenario, Nezha had plenty of ways to escape unscathed.

Besides, this was Chiyou—a founding hero of human culture. The chance to engage in an honest duel with such a legendary figure—wasn’t that a form of manly romance?

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