Chapter 166: Chapter 166: Nether River Severely Injures Sun Wukong Chapter 166: Chapter 166: Nether River Severely Injures Sun Wukong The Nether River Patriarch was determined to take Wukong’s life, to avoid any future revenge as a result of cause and effect.

Compared to Tathagata, the Nether River Patriarch had an extra decisiveness about him, kill if you must kill, without any dragging, not indecisive, striking ruthlessly. Perhaps, this was also because he hailed from the Asura Blood Sea, the ancestor of the Asura Clan, known for their love of killing and their decisive nature in battle, never holding back. How could the Nether River keep them under control without some real skills?

Using the Great Revolution Seal, Wukong forcibly carved a bloody path out of the Blood God Child’s clones, a literal “bloody road.” But the Nether River Patriarch was intent on killing him, how could he let him escape so easily? Moreover, Wukong didn’t want to leave in his heart; if the Nether River killed all the people in the world, how could he carry out his revolution?

“Clang!”

The Great Revolution Seal suddenly fell, causing a chaos where countless were thrown into disarray, a million Blood God Children were flung out, half of whom were crushed into dust by the revolutionary will, never to revive.

On the other side, Di Jiang and the others were also counterattacking fiercely, with storms and lightning striking at once, accompanied by various magical treasures flying about. But there were simply too many Blood God Child clones—three billion, what kind of concept is that? Even if you killed one in an instant, it would take three billion instants. An instant may be short, but how long are three billion instants?

Nether River used three billion Blood God Child clones to entangle the eleven Ancestral Witches, moving close, intending to kill Wukong.

This time, Asura King Mara finally recovered his strength, wielding the chipped Asura Sword and joining the fierce battle.

“Victory is really too hard!” Wukong thought painfully, this was almost a dead end.

The disciples of the Nether River also surged out from the Blood River, each with the cultivation level of a Daluo Golden Immortal, and possessing formidable magical treasures birthed from the Asura Blood Sea, they were capable of a fight when taking on the Sect Founder.

“Blood Fiend Banner!” A large banner was raised and brought down, with tens of thousands of Blood Fiend energies surging towards him, trapping Wukong in the center.

Wukong immediately felt weak all over, as if stuck in a mire, barely able to extricate himself.

He had to retract the Great Revolution Seal and suppress it above his head. The revolutionary will descended, warding off all evils, and only then was he able to break free.

“Sun Wukong, take my sword!” Mara swiftly moved behind Wukong, a sword descending, striking Wukong’s back squarely.

Instantly, flesh was torn, blood splattered three feet, flinging Wukong away, grimacing in severe pain!

The Nether River was too powerful, much stronger than Tathagata by a long shot. These 480 million Blood God Child clones almost created an inescapable trap. Without the strength of a Saint, it would be hard to win! Moreover, it is said that Nether River also has the Five Directions Banners and the Innate Yuan Water-Controlling Banner, which he has re-refined into the Asura Banner.

This Innate Yuan Water-Controlling Banner originally belonged to the Ancestral Witch Gonggong, but was lost during the war between witches and demons and ended up in the hands of the opportunist, Nether River.

How formidable this Five Directions Banner was, a treasure. The performance of the Fiery Light Banner, Cloud Realm Banner… during the Gods’ Investiture Battle, was known to everyone. Most notably was the Lord of Primordial Beginning’s Apricot Yellow Banner.

“Sun Wukong, today you shall meet your demise here!” the Nether River Patriarch exclaimed, breaking away from the encirclement of the Ancestral Witches and taking out a black banner.

This black banner was none other than the Innate Yuan Water-Controlling Banner of the Five Directions, having been acquired and re-refined by the Nether River into the Asura Banner, its power even greater now than before.

The Nether River Patriarch then retracted the Twelfth Rank Karmic Fire Lotus Platform from above Mara’s head, leaping onto it to sit. The Karmic Fire rose but could not touch even a hair of the Nether River. He held a Divine Sword in one hand and hung a black banner above his head, dressed in a blood-red robe, giving off an eerie feeling.

“All of you retreat, hold the four directions, I will kill him!” the Nether River commanded.

The Asura Blood Sea disciples withdrew, fortifying the four directions, leaving Wukong to face the Nether River one-on-one.

Perched upon the Twelfth Rank Karmic Fire Lotus Platform, the Nether River flew toward Wukong, intent on killing him.

Wukong gripped his Buddha Beating Staff, the Great Revolution Seal above his head, and wielded the World-Cleansing Dust Whisk in his left hand. Instead of retreating, he advanced to meet the charge!

Fighting is all about momentum; without it, what’s the fight for? One must never lose their courage in battle; once you falter, even a hundred percent might only yield sixty to seventy percent effectiveness. Fighting requires momentum, courage, and of course, strength!

Wukong brought down an overwhelming strike with the force of Mount Hua cleaving, the staff like a dragon, shattering the void layer by layer.

Nether River raised his hands upward, crossed the two swords, and with a gesture as if lifting fire to scorch the skies, he caught Wukong’s long staff. Then he withdrew his left hand holding the Yuan Tu sword and aimed a direct thrust at Wukong’s heart.

Just as the sword was half-thrust out, its tip suddenly vanished. Wukong knew it was a bad sign, and jerked his body backward while chanting “Embryo Transformation” spell; he teleported about thirty feet away. But no sooner had his figure reappeared than Nether River had already swooped in on his lotus platform, the platform’s twelve leaves falling off one by one like the sharpest flying knives hurtling towards him.

“What a formidable Nether River Patriarch. Although not many have seen him make a move, his reputation is fierce. Indeed, he does not have an unearned reputation! Otherwise, how could the Asura Blood Sea maintain its millennia-old foundation without a Saint in command?” Wukong was inwardly shocked. As a fellow sect founder, he felt completely outmatched by Nether River.

But Wukong, known as the Heaven-Defying Rebel Sage, aspiring to equal heaven and defy the Saints, how could he admit defeat? A surge of nameless fury rose in his heart, and he swung his Buddha Beating Staff impregnably as if water could not penetrate. When the twelve lotus leaves came slashing, the sky and earth darkened from the assault. However, Nether River pinched a spell, and a Karmic Fire instantly appeared on the twelve lotus leaves.

This Karmic Fire was no small matter, for it was innate, not like the later cultivated sort by Tathagata; this Innate Karmic Fire was a hundredfold more formidable!

Wukong dared not be negligent. He pulled out the scythe from the Great Revolution Seal to shield himself, bursting with revolutionary will, but still, he felt the Karmic Fire oppressively hot, as if he was submerged in magma, sweating profusely, his clothes soaked, and his veins as though about to explode.

Wukong raised his World-Cleansing Dust Whisk, sweeping down the Seven-Colored Divine Light to cover his body, and he began to feel a bit of the scorching heat subside.

Nether River would not afford Wukong the slightest respite. Withdrawing the Karmic Fire, fifty million Blood God Children clones pounced to attack, while another fifty million swept by howling on the side, imposing immense pressure on Wukong, ready to leap forward at any moment and annihilate his Three Flowers and Five Qi.

The Nether River Patriarch was indeed a brilliant and unparalleled figure. The Blood God Children specialized in harming the Three Flowers and Five Qi. Facing them, one would have scruples in their heart; if the Three Flowers and Five Qi were injured, one’s Cultivation Level would surely plummet.

“Three Flowers Gathering at the Top!” Wukong’s eyes flew wide open, and he shouted softly. Sinister veins bulged over his body, twisting like dragons.

At once, a strong spirit shot up from the crown of his head, turning into beacon smoke reaching beyond the clouds. With this tremendous force of spirit released, the fifty million clones of the Blood God Children were forced back.

Though the Blood God Children feared the overwhelmingly vibrant spirit, the Nether River Patriarch did not. His two Divine Swords turned into cold light, intertwining, moving unpredictably left and right, up and down, appearing to change and yet remaining constant!

Wukong truly felt powerless; Nether River was simply too strong. His Magical Treasures, Divine Skills, and Mana were all profoundly deep!

Perhaps he could even have had a fierce battle with the Seven-Colored Undying Phoenix at its peak!

Wukong swung his scythe, knocking it against the Abi Sword and sparking hundreds of sparks, while the Buddha Beating Staff also fell, striking the Yuan Tu Sword and causing both Divine Swords to tremble. The scythe sent the Abi Sword flying away, but the Buddha Beating Staff did not have the same prowess as the scythe. After trembling, the Yuan Tu Sword came slashing once more.

“Tss!”

A light sound, as if cutting through tofu, a large gash suddenly opened on Wukong’s chest, and blood gushed forth.

With a soft grunt, Wukong wiped with his hand, stopping the bleeding.

Nether River kicked the lotus platform beneath his feet, and it instantly vanished. Then he suddenly appeared behind Wukong’s head and struck down, hitting the Niwan Palace!

This blow cracked Wukong’s spiritual platform, and his Primordial Spirit nearly tumbled out of the spiritual platform and from the Niwan Palace. Fortunately, as a sect founder, the fusion of his Primordial Spirit and flesh was extremely harmonious, making it difficult to be expelled.

“Puh!”

Wukong spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, severely injured by the strike. With hands and feet, he finally crawled up.

Nether River pointed forward, and a hundred million Blood God Children clones swarmed in for the kill!

With a light shout, Wukong spat out another mouthful of black blood, feeling dizzy and his Primordial Spirit drowsy, as the Three Flowers flickered and the Five Qi chaotically surged within him, uncontrollable, with Mana hard to muster.

As the clones of the Blood God Children flew towards him, they were about to tear Wukong into shreds!

What would become of his life? Please tune in to the next installment to find out. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please cast your recommendation and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)