The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 155 - 154: It’s You, Senior Brother Huang Long

Chapter 155: Chapter 154: It’s You, Senior Brother Huang Long

The Fire Spirit Saint Mother was truly infuriated this time. "Who’s from the same village as you, you ugly ghost?!"

Just as she was about to lash out again, Luo Xuan, the shameless sycophant, stepped in to block her. He smugly declared, "Calm down for now, and watch me teach them a lesson for you!"

With that, he leapt down to the base of Chuanyun Pass. As he landed, fiery red rings emanated outward from his feet, forcing the Zhou Army to retreat several hundred meters.

Luo Xuan still had his sanity intact and didn’t intend to slaughter people recklessly—this move was merely to intimidate the Zhou Army. And the effect? Quite effective indeed.

It doesn’t matter how invincible you were before; getting blasted back a hundred meters in one go would still leave you speechless.

"I am Luo Xuan, the Flame Immortal of Nine Dragon Island and a Jie Sect Immortal. You lot have been wantonly slaughtering my sect’s disciples. Naturally, we’ve come to settle this karmic debt!"

Yang Ren, however, was completely unshaken. With a defiant expression, he shouted back, "Tch! You’ve been deceiving Fire Spirit all along, causing her to end up this way. You, you old bastard, you’ve definitely got ulterior motives toward her!"

Finishing his accusation, he charged forward fearlessly—braver than Nezha even. After all, not even a Human Immortal like Nezha would dare challenge a Golden Immortal head-on.

Old Jiang frantically called for Yang Ren to retreat, but it was no use.

In a way, Luo Xuan really did have ulterior motives toward Fire Spirit.

Luo Xuan had been pursuing Fire Spirit for ages, only to be explicitly rejected by her. Her reasons were clear. Now, being called "old bastard" by a mere junior set the ill-tempered Luo Xuan ablaze with fury.

He whipped out two crimson, blazing treasure swords and charged forward.

Yang Ren was greeted with the scorching heat radiating from the swords, but unfortunately, that level of heat had no effect on him.

Yang Ren countered by exhaling an intense blast of icy air from his nostrils, but it was laughably weak compared to Luo Xuan’s cultivation level. The cold mist dissipated into white vapor the moment it came into contact with Luo Xuan’s fiery aura.

Realizing he had bitten off more than he could chew, Yang Ren decided it was time to flee. His brain might be broken, but not entirely—when it rains, he knows to head home; when he can’t win a fight, he knows to run. Red energy erupted from his feet as he propelled himself backward.

But Luo Xuan wasn’t one to let things slide. Letting Yang Ren take two moves unhindered was merely Luo Xuan’s arrogance showing. Running now?

Too late!

With a wave of his hand, Luo Xuan flung the Flying Smoke Sword into the air. Pointing a finger at Yang Ren, the two Flying Smoke Immortal Swords transformed into crimson beams of light, radiating terrifying heat as they chased him down.

Even with his armor, Yang Ren could feel the intense heat and sharp aura from the beams behind him. Knowing escape was futile, he turned to defend, transforming one arm into a massive shield while summoning a great sword in the other hand to clash against the beams.

Yun Zhongzi’s handiwork was undeniably top-notch. Despite the swords and shield being seared with red streaks, they managed to withstand Luo Xuan’s attack.

From behind his shield, Yang Ren bellowed, "King of Ultraman, save me!"

Suddenly, every soldier of the Zhou Army turned in unison to look at Jiang Ziya.

The Shang Army on the walls, along with all the immortals, also turned to look at Jiang Ziya.

The title "King of Ultraman" was so bizarre that curiosity engulfed everyone.

Jiang Ziya: "..."

Sometimes, social death only requires one idiotic teammate. Despite repeated warnings to never use the title "King of Ultraman" while on duty, Yang Ren had blurted it out instinctively in his moment of desperation.

Even with Jiang Ziya’s thick skin, being socially eviscerated in front of tens of thousands was something else. His old face burned with embarrassment, yet Yang Ren still needed saving. As his martial nephew and someone whose brain was broken while aiding the West Zhou cause, Jiang Ziya couldn’t just ignore him.

He darted his gaze around—sure enough, Huang Tianhua and Wei Hu had both backed off far away. They weren’t fools; anyone could see Luo Xuan wasn’t someone to mess with.

Left with no choice, Old Jiang reluctantly tossed out his small yellow banner.

The Central Wujixing Yellow Flag was formidable. Positioned above Yang Ren’s head, it emanated a yellow radiance that deflected three strikes from Luo Xuan’s swords. Yang Ren even sacrificed a mechanical arm to buy himself enough time to retreat back to the Zhou Army.

Old Jiang’s blue bar was swiftly drained to empty.

Luo Xuan, recognizing the divine nature of the magical treasure, chose to restrain himself. He still had some sanity left, knowing his objective was to impress the Fire Spirit Saint Mother. Avoiding karmic entanglements whenever possible was his preferred course of action.

Thus, he settled for merely teaching Yang Ren a lesson and shaking the Chan Sect Immortals’ confidence.

At this moment, Luo Xuan burst into hearty laughter: "Bullying juniors is no fun. Go call your elders to face me instead!"

"Otherwise, surrender quickly, and I might personally convince my martial nephew Wen Zhong to be more lenient!"

Jiang Ziya maintained a blank expression. I’d love to surrender, but my teacher won’t let me.

Nevertheless, he kept his composure. Seeing the unshaken demeanor of the "King of Ultraman," many commanders and soldiers, who had started to feel demoralized, regained their steadiness.

Jiang Ziya clasped his hands and uttered diplomatic pleasantries: "Dao Brother, your mana is profound. Why intervene in this turbulent matter? Supporting the Zhou campaign against Shang is Heaven’s Will. We follow the mandate and shall never retreat."

On the city walls, the Fire Spirit Saint Mother and Luo Xuan actually didn’t want to engage at all. Yin Shou’s reputation had long spread across Golden Turtle Island. Supposedly, he couldn’t even outdrink a toddler with a bottle of milk, and he refused to admit his loss. This news had become common knowledge within the Jie Sect, except perhaps Wen Zhong hadn’t heard about it yet.

Chan Sect, Western Sect, Heavenly Court, Fire Cloud Cave, and the underworld—who didn’t know about Yin Shou’s infamous name? In some sense, the phrase "his infamy overshadowed the Five Emperors" could aptly describe the situation.

The Fire Spirit Saint Mother felt obligated to give face to her junior brother while reclaiming the Jie Sect’s dignity. As for Luo Xuan, his motives were obvious: earning brownie points with the goddess.

Back when Wen Zhong invited the two to attend a banquet in Chaoge, neither dared to go. They feared gossip about their association with Yin Shou might spread within the Jie Sect, especially rumors of them being good friends with him.

Such an association would be a reputation-destroying disaster!

How could someone who hung out with a fool be considered a decent person?

Luo Xuan, keeping a straight face, declared, "No more words. Let’s let our skills decide!"

Jiang Ziya showed no fear and shouted loud enough for all to hear: "Then let the Chan Sect experience your immortal techniques!"

"It’s you—Senior Brother Huang Long!"

Huang Long, who had been spectating silently: "???"

But as a responsible dragon, he couldn’t just stand by and watch Old Jiang and their disciples get incinerated by Luo Xuan. Raising his sword, he stepped forward and called out, "I’ll take you on!"

Huang Long was also a Golden Immortal, and as an earth-attribute dragon, his innate resistance to fire was absurdly high. The fiery beams that seared black lines across Yang Ren’s armor merely left grill marks on his robes.

The damage couldn’t exactly be described as nonexistent, but Huang Long’s regeneration was faster than the damage dealt. The main issue was that it just looked rather undignified.

Nevertheless, as a Chan Sect Immortal, he wouldn’t resort to revealing his true form unless forced into a dire situation. Against Asuras in the past, he had no choice—transforming had been the only way to avoid being eaten alive.

Luo Xuan quickly realized this opponent wasn’t ordinary. His flame attacks were notably ineffective. But counters didn’t matter—just increase the firepower!

He produced a small flask, gently blew into it, and a swarm of flame crows emerged, swarming toward Master Huang Long. With just one treasure sword to fend off Luo Xuan’s two Flying Smoke Swords, Master Huang Long was already stretched thin and couldn’t deal with the fire-spewing crows.

This time, he indeed started taking damage, albeit very slowly.

On Luo Xuan’s end, after burning for half a day, Huang Long remained as lively as ever. Luo Xuan started to grow impatient. No way could he believe he couldn’t burn him to death!

He pulled out a bow and arrows, unleashed his Three-headed, Six-armed Divine Skill, and began firing volleys of arrows. Flaming, enchanted physical attacks rained down on Huang Long in a new wave of painstakingly slow nicks and scratches.

Though Huang Long sustained damage, his resilience was immense. The Zhou Army, however, lacked his fortitude—any soldier touched by the flaming arrows was essentially marked for death.

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