Chapter 101: The Peach Garden of the Second World War (9)

  "Hasn't Xun Hai Ye returned yet?" A loud and violent voice suddenly came from the turbulent Crystal Palace.

  "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! I'm here to report that after investigating, it's the Great Sage Equal of Heaven from the Mountain of Flowers and Fruits and the Second Lao God who are fighting on the sea." The Night Patrol Yaksha hastily rushed towards the Crystal Palace, and before he even crossed the threshold of the grand hall, he anxiously reported in a loud voice.

  "Ah, how could it be these two evil spirits? My crystal palace, wasn't it just newly built a thousand years ago?" The East Sea Dragon King struggled to steady himself, adjusting his crown and lamenting.

  Just then, another main beam of the Crystal Palace weighing over 10,000 jin suddenly broke off and crushed to death countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

  "Patrol the ocean, I order you to quickly go and beg Erlang Shen and Sun Wukong to stop fighting, and spare the lives of the billions of creatures in the Eastern Sea." After a pause, the helpless Dragon King of the Eastern Sea sternly ordered Patrol the Ocean.

  The Sea Night Yak's face was momentarily stunned, and then he heavily knelt on the ground, continuously kowtowing and pleading: "Your Majesty, please spare my life. All the aquatic creatures in that sea area have already died, and if I go there, it will be a futile death."

  The Dragon King of the East Sea heard this and a look of helplessness immediately appeared on his face. He also knew that the Patroling Night Yaksha was telling the truth, those two gods of destruction, either one could crush him to death with just one finger, let alone this mere inner elixir boundary patrol night yaksha, if he approached within a thousand miles of their battlefield, he would be torn into pieces by the violent law.

  Just at this moment, a fish tribe member named Liang Gun rushed into the Crystal Palace and stuttered: "Reporting... reporting to Your Majesty, those two immortals are heading towards the Crystal Palace."

  The Dragon King of the Eastern Sea was shocked and exclaimed, "What? The two evil spirits have come to the Crystal Palace? This is terrible! If I let them fight above my palace, all my dragon sons and grandsons will be killed!"

  When they saw the face of the Dragon King of the East Sea, all the aquatic tribe hurriedly bowed their heads and bent their waists, afraid of being caught by him.

  The ugly-looking East Sea Dragon King surveyed the area, then stamped his foot and shouted: "What use are you useless things to me?" After finishing speaking, he flung out his large sleeve and left the Crystal Palace with a face full of anger.

  Lei Hao's face was expressionless as he stared at Erlang Shen, his right hand gently patting Tulong, while his left hand, which was behind him, was dripping with blood drop by drop.

  Er Lang's face was solemn as he stared at Lei Hao, his hand clutching the trident gun trembling violently, with a streak of bright red still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

  "What's the name of this move." After a brief pause, Erlang Shen asked, his blood-red teeth reflecting an eerie glow in the sunlight.

  "Po Lang." Lei Hao lowered his head and took a glance at Tulong, saying softly.

  "A fine display of breaking waves! Your true lord's power in calming the turbulent tides has made the Great Sage laugh." Erlang Shen heard this and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

  Lei Hao's face turned serious as he said, "Where, True Lord is too modest. Didn't this king also suffer under True Lord's move?"

  "Haha......" Lei Hao finished speaking, and the demon and the immortal burst out laughing together, looking up at the sky.

  Haha, Lei Hao waved his hand and three jars of strong wine flew out from it. One jar flew towards Erlang Shen, one was suspended in mid-air, and one he grasped with one hand.

  The Second Master God didn't hesitate and reached out his hand to catch the flying strong liquor.

  "Unfortunately, we are not our own masters. Otherwise, we would certainly be good brothers. This cup of wine, I toast to Nezha brother. After drinking it, let's have a final showdown." Lei Hao said loudly to Erlang Shen.

  "Cheers!" Erlang Shen also raised his wine jug and loudly echoed back.

  As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them simultaneously tilted their heads back and drank to the bottom of their cups. The jug of strong wine that was suspended in mid-air also slowly tipped over and poured out, but the sparkling liquor did not fall into the Eastern Sea; instead, it had just flowed out of the jug when Lei Hao used his magical powers to evaporate it.

  "Delightful!" After finishing their drinks, the demon and the immortal simultaneously threw the empty wine jars into the sky, heavily colliding with each other. Almost at the same time as the sound of shattering was heard, Tú Lóng clashed fiercely with the three-pointed two-edged spear.

  After a big battle, Lei Hao and Erlang Shen knew each other's strengths inside out, so when they clashed again, the situation quickly escalated into a fierce confrontation.

  Lei Hao, who had already brought out all his skills, had now restored his true form as a member of the demon tribe. He had a pair of red eyes and a cow's head with white air flowing continuously from his nostrils. His body was covered in bulging muscles that unintentionally exuded an extreme sense of power. Underneath his green skin, the red scales emitted a mesmerizing glow.

  Lei Hao's current true form as a demon clan member no longer looks like an ordinary wild bull demon, but rather resembles a Qiu Niu from the Desolate Ancient Era.

  And the Three Realms War God Yang Jian has also used up all his tricks, bringing out the ultimate of his thousands of years of combat experience. A strange and mysterious weapon, more suitable to be called a large spear than a large knife, the three-pointed two-edged spear in his hand was swung horizontally and vertically, advancing and retreating, displaying its power to the fullest.

  In the blink of an eye, Leihao and Erlang Shen fought another hundred rounds without gaining the upper hand. Seeing Yang Jian becoming more spirited with each fight, not revealing any weaknesses, Leihao heavily chopped out with his knife and retreated several feet. At the same time, he glared with both eyes and angrily shouted: "Baolei Benyuan."

  The next moment, Lei Hao's entire body was like a giant python hidden in the grass, suddenly bursting out and tightly wrapping around his flesh; his temples were also violently throbbing, feeling as if his skull was about to crack open, and his blood suddenly boiled up, constantly surging through his veins like a racing car accelerating from fifty yards to two hundred yards.

  But even if his physical body couldn't withstand the load, with a look of being on the verge of collapse, Lei Hao felt better than ever before. The feeling of having the power to punch through the earth with one fist made him deeply intoxicated.

  Er Lang Shen saw Lei Hao's ferocious appearance and also became highly spirited, his two hands tightly grasping the three-pointed double-edged spear, his face sternly staring at Lei Hao.

  "Carefully!" Lei Hao shouted loudly, raising the butcher's knife and making a simple yet powerful slash at Erlang Shen.

  Lei Hao made his move, and a wave of unstoppable pressure swept towards Erlang Shen. Erlang Shen's heart skipped a beat, but seeing Lei Hao's knife coming, he gritted his teeth and swung his weapon to meet the attack.

  "With a loud crash, Tulong's terrifying knife chopped down heavily on the trident spear, Erlang's body shape suddenly fell forward, he only felt numb all over his body, and after a while, he felt a wave of soreness coming, his steady feet also stumbled, almost falling into the East China Sea, the trident spear in his hand let out a sharp wail."

  Lei Hao's face was expressionless, his hands moved smoothly and swiftly, he slashed out with one knife after another, without any hesitation or pause.

  The completely powerless Erlang Shen saw Lei Hao slash out with his knife again, and the corners of his eyes twitched. How long had it been since Erlang Shen, whose name shook the three realms, had also fallen to being beaten by someone while even lacking the strength to fight back?

  The more Erlang Shen thought about it, the more suffocated he felt. A fierce anger rose up in his heart, and with a loud shout of "Break!", he grasped the hilt of his three-pointed double-edged spear and thrust it out with all his might.

  At that moment, a terrifying force came from the three-pointed double-edged spear, Erlang Shen's hands went numb, and he could no longer hold onto the spear handle. The tail of the spear heavily struck his chest.

  Er Lang felt a sudden darkness in front of his eyes, a turmoil of blood and energy inside him, a sweetness in his throat, and then he spat out a large mouthful of scarlet blood, already severely injured.

  Lei Hao, who had already turned red with rage, didn't care that Erlang Shen was already powerless to fight back, and with a ferocious face, he slashed his knife straight at Erlang Shen's head.

  Just as Erlang Shen was about to die at Lei Hao's hands at this critical moment, a faint voice suddenly came.

  "Great Sage, True Lord, the two Upper Immortals, may I have a word with you?" As soon as he heard this voice, Lei Hao's heart suddenly shook violently, and his hands also came to an abrupt halt.

  At this moment, the Dragon Slaying Knife was only a few inches away from Erlang Shen's head, and the fierce knife energy rushed into Erlang Shen's body. Erlang Shen immediately spat out another mouthful of blood.

  At this moment, the East Sea Dragon King, who had just emerged from the seawater, was suddenly stunned by the scene in front of him, tightly closing his big mouth and staring at Lei Hao with a terrified face.

  Lei Hao, however, expressionless, recalled the Dragon Slayer and also withdrew 'Thunder Origin', at this time, only two breaths had passed since Lei Hao activated 'Thunder Origin'.

  Second Master's face was as white as a ghost, his eyes were dull and lifeless, just like his spiritual pillar had been destroyed. He saw Lei Hao sheathing his sword and lifted his head weakly to ask: "Why did you put away your sword?"

  Lei Hao slowly opened his eyes and calmly said, "This world doesn't have many interesting people left. Nezha has already died at my hands, so you... can live."

  After finishing speaking, Lei Hao put away the butcher knife that was constantly emitting a dissatisfied humming noise and flew towards Huaguo Mountain. Without flying for many steps, his physical body began to transmit a crisp sound like porcelain shattering, and terrifying cracks appeared on the skin of Lei Hao's outer body.

  Lei Hao's footwork stumbled, and his body swayed unsteadily, the fierce aura that had just burst out suddenly weakened, becoming like a candle in the wind, on the verge of being extinguished at any moment.

  The East Sea Dragon King's face was filled with terror as he saw this, and a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes.

  However, before he could make a move, Lei Hao turned around and looked at him calmly.

  It was this glance that frightened the Dragon King of the Eastern Sea so much that he hastily retreated back into the water.

  Lei Hao looked at the Dragon King of the East Sea for a moment, then turned around and flew back to the Mountain of Flowers and Fruits in a daze.

  Second Master God stared blankly at the back of Lei Hao as he left, until Lei Hao disappeared from his line of sight. Only then did he fly towards the Tian Ting military camp with a sense of loss. Before leaving, he casually glanced at the East Sea Dragon King who had just dived into the sea like a mud eel.

  It wasn't until Erlang Shen had left for a long time that a dragon head suddenly emerged from the surface of the sea. He first looked in the direction where Erlang Shen had left, and with a vicious expression, he spat out a mouthful of saliva, saying: "You've all become someone else's underlings, yet you're still so arrogant."

  He then looked in the direction of Lei Hao's departure with an expression of extreme worry, his eyes filled with a sense of unease, and it was a long time before he dove back into the sea.

  (Brothers, your great support for Orange is all remembered in my heart. I won't say more thanks, and there will be another chapter later.)