Chapter 372
Killing the Tribulation Transcender
"Let's do it!"
At Zhou Sheng's command, everyone in the Zhou family troupe unleashed their magical weapons, such as patchwork robes and lotus lanterns, all aimed at Nian Nu Jiao.
"Zhou Lang has such a cruel heart..."
Nian Nu Jiao stretched out her hand, and the Ghost-Slaying Whip bestowed by Yama appeared in her palm. She lashed it three times, and the runes on the whip lit up with a faint golden light.
The first lash shattered the surging flames, causing cracks to appear in the Buddha lamp.
The second lash tore the patchwork cassock.
The third lash shattered the incoming thunder and fire prayer beads into pieces.
Wherever the whip went, no matter what kind of treasure it was, it would shatter upon contact or break upon touching it, and it also exuded a terrifying aura that made even ghosts tremble with fear.
Snapped!
Even Yao Taifeng's Wind and Thunder Swords were whipped away by Him, leaving her dizzy and disoriented in the air, as if she were drunk.
"Did Zhou Lang kill me for...this woman?"
Nian Nu Jiao sneered, her voice revealing a hint of murderous intent. She flicked her whip again, and it instantly grew longer, like a poisonous dragon, heading towards Yao Tai Feng.
A disobedient man needs to be taught a lesson.
But at that moment, the Broken Precept Blade slashed towards Nian Nu Jiao's back with unstoppable momentum, heading straight for her neck. It was fierce and ruthless, showing no mercy whatsoever. Three hundred years of cultivation erupted like a volcano, making the Broken Precept Blade resemble a burning sun.
This strike will behead him and display his head to the public.
Left with no other choice, Nian Nu Jiao could only retract her whip and defend herself. She transformed into a blood-red light to dodge, while simultaneously wrapping her Ghost-Slaying Whip around Zhou Sheng's Broken Precept Blade, attempting to seize the blade.
For a moment, the two were engaged in a brief contest of magical power.
Nian Nu Jiao possessed the divine position of the Judge, and with the power of Yu Zhensheng's Golden Core, her strength had reached the Tribulation Transcending level, yet she did not cause Zhou Sheng a crushing defeat.
Zhou Sheng's cultivation was truly profound, far exceeding the average level of the sixth level. His three hundred years of magical power was like a golden wave, powerful and domineering. Even when facing a powerful expert at the Tribulation Transcending Realm, he could temporarily put up a fight.
However, the tribulation was an insurmountable chasm, and he soon felt the Broken Precept Blade in his hand becoming increasingly heavy, and his arms trembled slightly.
"Zhou Lang, the Bodhisattva will not lose, but you will undoubtedly lose today."
Nian Nu Jiao gazed at that face, which was ashen yet still handsome, and advised one last time, "It's not too late to abandon darkness and embrace the light."
"Don't let your piety be misled."
In response, Zhou Sheng simply stared at him menacingly and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.
"You've misled me... damn it!"
Clang!
The blade of the crescent moon flashed, and Guan Yu spurred his horse forward, shattering the void with his leap, soaring like a dragon, and slashed down as he passed over Nian Nu Jiao's head!
The gleaming blade was like a sharp razor that cut through the heavens and earth, causing the surrounding clouds and mist to scatter. A phantom of a blue dragon coiled around the blade, its roar never ceasing.
Nian Nu Jiao was not a Bodhisattva, so she could not remain indifferent to such a terrifying blow. She immediately released the Ghost-Slaying Whip and dodged away.
Boom!
A mountain peak was sliced flat by the blade and plunged into the overflowing sea, creating towering waves.
Nian Nu Jiao's hairpin fell, her long black hair fell down, and strands of broken hair flew away in the wind.
He was horrified. He had thought that the Bodhisattva was just all show when he saw him resist the crescent blade so easily. Only when he faced it with his own eyes did he realize how terrifying it was.
That was definitely not an illusion or a fake person. The terrifying sense of oppression made it feel as if I was facing a real martial saint who had walked out of the river of time!
Before He could calm down, another thunderous roar exploded in His ears.
"Hey!! How dare you, you wretch, insult my elder brother!"
Zhang Yide was engulfed in flames, like a meteorite falling from the sky, wielding his serpent spear as he descended from the heavens. Every pore of his body spewed forth raging fire, making the sky itself scorching hot. The Yan people roared, and Nian Nu Jiao felt a shiver run through her body.
Fortunately, the golden core within his body trembled, unleashing a surge of immense magical power that instantly awakened him; otherwise, he might have truly been pierced through the top of his head by this spear.
He cast another spell to dodge, narrowly avoiding the spear. The shawl on his shoulder was burned to black ash, revealing his fair back and collarbone.
Nian Nu Jiao was amazed by Zhou Sheng's supernatural abilities, but on the surface she still spoke jokingly.
"Zhou Lang, if you like me to be naked, you can just say so. Why send such a rude man to humiliate me?"
"You bitch!"
Yao Tai's phoenix eyes were sharp, her sword intent soaring to the sky. She had already charged forward with the Wind and Thunder Swords, using the Yu Ji Sword Dance. Although she was a woman, her moves were ruthless and aimed straight at vital points.
The wind sword is extremely light and gentle, yet it conceals deadly intent silently. The thunder sword, on the other hand, is fierce and domineering, incomparably powerful, and can even attract heavenly thunder to aid it, thus enhancing its sword energy.
Her dual swordsmanship is a perfect blend of strength and gentleness, yin and yang, reaching the pinnacle of a master, transforming the fake Yu Ji on the stage into a true heroine offstage.
Of course, her cultivation level was still quite far from that of Nian Nu Jiao, so although her swordsmanship was more advanced, she quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.
"Your Majesty—"
Just then, with a call from Yaotai Feng, Zhou Sheng arrived on his black horse. He had a peerless face on his head, held the Overlord Halberd in his hand, and his eyes were wide open in anger, with a heroic aura bursting out from his pupils.
"My lady—"
With a sweep of the halberd, the wind howled like a black dragon rolling, and the force of moving mountains and lifting cauldrons penetrated through the halberd, causing Nian Nu Jiao to tremble and take several steps back.
He raised a golden beam and used his immense magical power to create a giant wave that crashed down on Zhou Sheng.
However, even if the entire Wujiang River were brought before the Overlord, it would not be able to stop his unparalleled heroism. Zhou Sheng fought his way through the giant waves and faced the enemy together with Yao Tai Feng.
Just like the play they secretly revised, even if Yu Ji and the King were surrounded by enemies on all sides and besieged on all sides, they would still fight their way out together and change the fate of the world!
With her Ghost-Slaying Whip stolen and facing the combined might of four top masters—Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhou Sheng, and Yao Tai Feng—Nian Nu Jiao's face finally lost its playful expression and became increasingly solemn.
Relying on the magical power provided by the Golden Elixir, He forcibly maintained a stalemate, but He was secretly anxious.
This was not a golden elixir He cultivated himself. Although He forcibly subdued it under the guidance of the Bodhisattva and nurtured it for a long time, it would cause problems if too much of His magical power was consumed.
Right now, we are gradually approaching that critical value.
"Zhou Lang, do you really intend to kill me?"
His voice was plaintive, as if weeping and lamenting.
Zhou Sheng ignored him completely, his cold gaze filled with murderous intent. Instead of slowing down, he wielded the Overlord Halberd with even greater speed.
Nian Nu Jiao felt a chill in her heart, knowing that her only way to survive was to wait for the Bodhisattva to return.
But a hundred moves passed, then two hundred moves passed.
The Bodhisattva still did not appear. The lord who had once been invincible against any enemy and could easily subdue them seemed to have truly encountered a difficulty this time.
The Lord's tribulation was His death.
In the 274th round, Nian Nu Jiao suddenly let out a muffled groan, her golden light flickering around her, and her magical power receded like a tide, revealing a flaw.
The next moment, Zhou Sheng's Overlord Halberd pierced through His divine body and pinned Him to the stone wall.
Yao Tai Feng's twin swords of wind and thunder pierced His waist in the first instant, and the jade hand holding the sword hilt twisted it violently, turning it into a bloody mess.
"You slut, try being provocative again!"
...(End of this chapter)