The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 247 - 246: The Invincible Yin Shou

Chapter 247: Chapter 246: The Invincible Yin Shou

Wei Hu and Yang Jian were called out by Ji Fa, leaving them no chance to keep dragging their feet.

The two of them charged forward immediately.

Yin Shou showed no fear. Against the Ji brothers, he unleashed the Seven-star Dragon Slayer Sword’s Divine General Mysterious Light, and with a single slash, he aimed at Wei Hu.

Wei Hu instantly felt an overwhelming pressure crash upon him. Ninety percent of his mana dissolved on the spot, leaving only a thin trace, barely enough to summon the Demon-Subduing Pestle to fend off the Seven-star Dragon Slayer Sword.

A streak of azure sword light flashed by, forcing Wei Hu back several steps under Yin Shou’s sheer power.

The Demon-Subduing Pestle even bore a long sword mark from the strike.

In his frenzied battle state, Yin Shou finally spotted a foe capable of withstanding his attacks. Without hesitation, he raised his sword for another thrust.

Panicked, Wei Hu let out a bellow, "Brother Yang, help me!" before frantically rolling away to evade Yin Shou’s assault.

Yang Jian, wielding the Three-pointed Two-edged Blade, launched a flanking attack against Yin Shou. But as soon as he got close, ninety percent of his cultivation vanished as well.

Yin Shou reversed his grip, halting his thrust, and spun around to block. In his other hand, blue lightning began to coalesce, forming a thick Thunder Whip with a flick of his wrist.

He lashed out in a rapid series of five strikes.

Deprived of his mana, Yang Jian could only dodge desperately.

Looking at the sorry state of his opponents, Yin Shou burst into laughter.

"Worthless! All of you are worthless!"

Then, gripping his sword with both hands, dazzling blue lightning engulfed his body and the Seven-star Dragon Slayer Sword. His entire form transformed into a blazing Thunder Blade, hurtling toward Wei Hu at terrifying speed.

For once, Wei Hu was truly stupefied. With nine-tenths of his mana gone and what little remained sluggish and unusable, death loomed unmistakably ahead.

With no other option, he swung the Demon-Subduing Pestle forcefully at the oncoming Thunder Blade.

But as soon as they clashed, he was paralyzed by the lightning. A flash of blue later, his arm, along with the Demon-Subduing Pestle, was sent flying high into the air.

Without looking back, Wei Hu turned tail and ran.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help — Yin Shou was just way too powerful!

The Thunder Blade flickered, reverting into Yin Shou’s figure. At this point, his complexion was pale, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, indicating that Wei Hu’s desperate counter had not been without effect.

Yin Shou paid no attention to Ji Fa and the others but instead raised his sword and locked eyes with Yang Jian.

"Come on, give me a real fight!"

Facing Yin Shou, who resembled a wild beast, Yang Jian felt his scalp tingle.

At this moment, Yin Shou was in a peculiar state. Against mortals, none could match his martial prowess, innate divine strength, and demi-immortal body.

Against immortals, his Human Dao’s Qi Fortune sapped his opponents’ mana completely, reducing their magic power to nothing. They could only fight Yin Shou with their physical bodies, but immortals weren’t members of the Witch Clan — how many specialized in close combat?

Inside his mind, Yang Jian weighed the odds before gritting his teeth and charging forward.

He had hoped the Eight-Nine Profound Skills could help him withstand the damage, but after two glancing blows from the Seven-star Dragon Slayer Sword, he immediately shaped up.

Whatever this sword in Yin Shou’s hand was, it somehow managed to pierce through the fifty-some levels of defense granted by Yang Jian’s Eight-Nine Profound Skills.

Fortunately, even without his divine skills and mystical techniques, Yang Jian was still among the finest human warriors. As long as he guarded against the Seven-star Dragon Slayer Sword, Yin Shou’s other moves, while flashy, could at least be tanked with his Taoist Body.

And so, Yang Jian took the role of main tank, while a few Ji family brothers hovered around trying to chip in wherever they could.

Ji Fa was completely bewildered at this point. Everyone here was a mighty leader in their own right — why was Yin Shou capable of such monstrous strength?

Yin Shou, on the other hand, wasn’t even thinking about killing Ji Fa. He just wanted to fight!

The Ji clan’s small fry, scurrying around like headless chickens, didn’t even warrant his attention.

Over these past years, in addition to cultivation, Yin Shou had completely mastered the Divine Skill Secret Manual given to him by Nezha. Unfortunately, he hadn’t had a proper chance to fully unleash his abilities.

Now, facing someone like Yang Jian, an evenly matched opponent, the exhilaration of the battle was nothing short of intoxicating.

High above the clouds, Nezha sat watching the invincible Yin Shou with an expression of smug pride.

Behold!

This is the masterpiece of my training! (×)

This is my hand-picked Human King Yin Shou. (√)

Yang Jian, dilemma in hand, was now stuck between advancing and retreating.

To kill, well, he didn’t dare.

He had spent enough time with Nezha to understand better. In this timeline, he wasn’t the impulsive young warrior who charged recklessly to assassinate Yin Shou. To even attempt to kill the Human King would result in catastrophic karma — enough to drag down his entire family.

Yin Shou, as the Human King, could only be slain by a mortal.

But to fight? He was nothing more than a punching bag. True, as long as he avoided the Seven-star Dragon Slayer Sword, he would not be injured, but staying unharmed didn’t mean it didn’t hurt!

Yin Shou would occasionally pull out the Little Thunder Whip to lash at him or even summon roaring Golden Dragons to unleash a barrage. Yang Jian truly wanted to just walk away. After all, he had his pride — he was Yang Jian, damn it!

Clang!

Blocking the Seven-star Dragon Slayer Sword in a clash, Yang Jian shouted sternly:

"King Wu, think of something! I can’t hold on much longer!"

In reality, he could keep fighting for quite a while. His injuries amounted to only a few minor cuts from earlier probing strikes with the sword.

But outwardly, with his scorched appearance, tattered clothes, and overall dishevelment, he certainly looked the part of a defeated warrior.

Hearing this, Ji Fa could do nothing but sulk helplessly. What could he possibly do?

If it came to that, should he simply charge in and die to inspire them?

No, he absolutely did not want to die. Anyone could die, but not him!

Suddenly, Ji Fa’s eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly, "Prime Minister, save me!"

Standing in the rear, Old Jiang had been both awed and deeply stirred by Yin Shou’s earth-shattering power and dominance. He yearned to charge in and stand shoulder to shoulder with him in battle.

Alas, too many burdens weighed upon him.

Hearing Ji Fa’s cry, Old Jiang hesitated for a moment before seemingly making up his mind, riding his Four Unlikes forward.

Yin Shou, hearing Ji Fa’s call, gathered his mana and forced Yang Jian back with a single strike of his Ghost-God-Slaying move.

Then, looking at Jiang Ziya, he let out a loud laugh.

Yang Jian, who had shared many drinks with Old Jiang and Nezha over time, was well-acquainted with their stories. Sensibly, he slumped to the ground, feigning unconsciousness to avoid interrupting the reunion of these two old friends.

Halting his laughter, Yin Shou raised his voice and declared: "Oh, if it isn’t our Great National Master! How pitiful you’ve become. Don’t even have Golden Core cultivation anymore, eh?"

Old Jiang’s face turned dark, but inwardly, he smirked. Perfect. This was exactly the banter he could roll with.

It was true. Now reduced to Qi Cultivation, after too many deaths, his root bone, luck, cultivation, and understanding had all taken severe hits.

At this point, he’d practically hit rock bottom.

"The Great King remains as mighty and splendid as ever," Old Jiang replied expressionlessly.

This much, at least, was undeniable. Thirty years had passed in a flash. Back then, Yin Shou was already a vigorous man in his prime. Now, though he had not achieved Immortal Ascension, decades of Cultivation had extended his lifespan to seven or eight centuries easily.

Old Jiang, by contrast, had been an old man descending from the mountains all those years ago. Now, with his cultivation nearly nullified and his age creeping past a century, his death at any moment would already count as a "joyful passing."

The two locked eyes in silence, each seeing in the other the marks of their manipulation by the Heavenly Dao as mere chess pieces. What was left to say?

Yin Shou lifted the Seven-star Dragon Slayer Sword, pointing it at Jiang Ziya.

"What now? You, an old bag of bones, want to spar with me?"

Maintaining his stoic expression, Jiang Ziya replied: "Great King, please grant me this opportunity."

One performed the Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique, the other executed the Dragon Beating Stick Technique. For a moment, it felt as if they had been transported back to the days of Chaoge, those long hours of mutual training in Immortal Techniques.

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