After all, this was only a three-year-old child. He had charged alone into a vast army and somehow managed to leave them in disarray.
"Wasn't Nezha born just recently? How did he already become so powerful?" Guang Chengzi said, his face full of shock.
The strength Nezha had just displayed naturally meant nothing to Golden Immortals like them.
But they knew very well that less than a month had passed since Nezha was born.
How had he cultivated such strength in less than a month?
A three-year-old child, facing thousands upon thousands of troops with a great bell over his head, charged into their ranks alone and left them in disarray.
It was an unbelievable sight, no different from a tall tale to ordinary people.
The Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea were all stunned. By the time they came to their senses, their army had already been torn apart.
The shock this caused had nothing to do with how many people were injured. It was that the entire army's morale had collapsed.
A three-year-old child, like a god or demon, was already on a par with King Zhou slaying a Giant Serpent at the Earth Immortal level.
"King Zhou certainly planned this deeply. Fortunately, we were prepared as well!" Guang Chengzi said gravely.
The Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea had ravaged the North Sea. If King Zhou wanted to turn the situation around, he would naturally have to crush them.
They had expected a powerful figure to make a move. Perhaps it would be that mysterious expert at King Zhou's side.
But they had never imagined that Nezha would be the one to act. The shock brought by a three-year-old child was truly extraordinary.
Nezha's appearance had been unexpected, but they had not been caught completely unprepared.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
A deafening roar rang out, and a massive figure appeared, charging straight at Nezha.
It was a Jiaolong. Its thousand-zhang-long body looked much like a Giant Serpent, but horns sprouted from its head, making it look exceptionally ferocious.
"At last, a worthy opponent! Today, I'll slay an Earth Immortal in battle too!" Nezha said excitedly.
He had wanted to fight for a long time, and he wanted even more to accomplish something earth-shaking, just like his master.
Even if he was charging into the enemy ranks alone, what was the point of fighting a bunch of ordinary people? This Jiaolong had appeared at just the right time.
It was a little ugly, but it looked vicious enough, and its strength had reached the Earth Immortal level.
That was exactly why slaying this Evil Jiaolong would prove what he could do.
With the Wushi Bell over his head, he hadn't even used an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon. Barefoot, he took a single step and arrived in front of the Evil Jiaolong.
He threw a punch. His small, plump fist looked ridiculous by any measure.
Yet that ridiculous-looking punch sent the enormous Evil Jiaolong flying.
Then he took another step, reached the Evil Jiaolong, and knocked it to the ground before pummeling it mercilessly.
The Evil Jiaolong tried to struggle and use Daoist arts, but Nezha was simply too fast.
It had no chance to use any techniques. It couldn't even show its true strength before Nezha beat it senseless.
Sometimes a flurry of punches could beat even a seasoned master! The Evil Jiaolong was an Earth Immortal, yet it couldn't even fight back.
"How is this Nezha so much like King Zhou?" Jù Liúsūn asked, staring blankly.
Like King Zhou, Nezha had a powerful physique and natural strength, and his attacks were just as direct and brutal.
But unlike King Zhou, Nezha clearly had cultivated power. As Golden Immortals of the Exposition Sect, they could tell as much.
His cultivation was rather strange, but it was probably around the Earth Immortal level, about the same as the Evil Jiaolong.
But one was a demon who had cultivated for years, while the other was a three-year-old child who had been born less than a month ago.
However you looked at it, the Evil Jiaolong should have had the advantage. Even if it couldn't win, it certainly shouldn't have lost.
But Nezha was now beating the Evil Jiaolong one-sidedly. The scene was almost too unreal to believe.
A three-year-old child rode atop a gigantic Jiaolong, each fall of his plump little fist carrying the force of ten thousand jun.
Even with the Yao Race's tough skin and powerful bodies, the Evil Jiaolong could only spit blood as those plump little fists kept landing.
"Have the other demons attack! We can't let a three-year-old child rampage like this!" Guang Chengzi said gravely.
They were Golden Immortals who had cultivated for countless years. They couldn't bring themselves to attack a three-year-old child.
Taiyi Zhenren did want to make a move. If he could subdue Nezha and take him back to Golden Light Cave on Qianyuan Mountain, perhaps he could get his lost disciple back.
But hearing Guang Chengzi say that, Taiyi Zhenren could only put the idea aside for now.
Quite a few remnants of the demon clans had gathered in the North Sea. Naturally, they weren't limited to Earth Immortals.
By using the North Sea Demon Race's remnants, the Golden Immortals of the Exposition Sect could stay out of it. They had long since become thoroughly adept at this trick.
However, before the North Sea Demon Race could act, the Great Shang army appeared too. Though small in number, every soldier was elite.
Li Jing led the charge, commanding those elite troops. The task the King had given him was simple.
The Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea were panicking, their morale nearly broken. All Li Jing had to do was charge forward.
Unlike Nezha's lone charge into the enemy ranks, Li Jing and his army brought slaughter—the final blow that would break the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea.
Of course, Li Jing had no idea that by leading his army into battle, he had brought matters with the Exposition Sect to an end.
For the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, this was something they had plotted for a long time, yet their plans had come to nothing at this very moment.
Given the Twelve Golden Immortals' temperament, they would resent not only King Zhou, but also Nezha and Li Jing. They committed all three to memory.
In no time, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea were routed, and the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao could only stare at one another.
It wasn't that they didn't want to act. They had already seen the Human Race's Fortune blazing like fire, while a phoenix cried to the heavens!
King Zhou had arrived. If they acted now, they would be caught red-handed, proving that the Exposition Sect had interfered in the affairs of the Human Race.
This matter could become serious or not. With the Canonization of the Gods not yet officially underway, even Golden Immortals of the Exposition Sect didn't dare act recklessly.
The North Sea Demon Race could have acted, but they had no chance to do so either.
Before they could even understand what was happening, five-colored light flashed, and the entire North Sea Demon Race was subdued.
Kong Xuan had acted. With a sweep of the Five-Colored Divine Light, let alone the North Sea Demon Race—the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao would be subdued too.
By the time Nezha stood on the battlefield with the Wushi Bell above his head, barefoot and dragging the Evil Jiaolong he had beaten to death, the outcome was already beyond doubt.
Under Li Jing's assault, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea were either fleeing or surrendering. Their forces had completely disintegrated.
"King Zhou certainly has some fine tricks, but this matter won't end here!" Guang Chengzi said gravely.
They had originally wanted to teach King Zhou a lesson and turn his Imperial Expedition into a joke.
Who could have imagined that King Zhou wouldn't become a laughingstock—instead, they had.
The Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea had suffered devastating losses in this battle. Their forces had all but collapsed.
The rebellion in the North Sea no longer posed a threat. They wouldn't be able to tie down Wen Zhong and the other Jie Sect Disciples; King Zhou would return in triumph.
How could the Exposition Sect possibly accept seeing years of careful planning in the North Sea go to waste overnight?
But without the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea, stirring up trouble there again wouldn't be something they could accomplish in a short time.
"One Earth Immortal and two True Immortals—that's all the North Sea Demon Race has to offer?" Zi Shou said disdainfully.
In this battle, Nezha had slain an Evil Jiaolong at the Earth Immortal level, while Kong Xuan had subdued two demons at the True Immortal level.
The North Sea was vast, and there were certainly plenty of demon remnants lurking within it. But the demons the Exposition Sect had put to use were simply too weak.
It seemed that although the North Sea Demon Race had some ties to the Exposition Sect, the sect probably hadn't taken complete control of it.
"Master, I also slew a demon at the Earth Immortal level!" Nezha said excitedly, hopping up and down.
He was, after all, only a three-year-old child, with all the childishness that came with it. He couldn't keep his feelings to himself.
It was his first time fighting, and he had slain an Evil Jiaolong at the Earth Immortal level. Naturally, he was pleased with himself and wanted his master to praise him.
"Not bad! Keep cultivating, and you'll probably surpass me before long," Zi Shou said with a smile.
He wasn't just saying that to flatter Nezha. For someone who had cultivated for less than a month, this was only the beginning.
He had only just proved the Dao and become an Emperor. Nezha had barely drawn on the Dao fruit from his previous life.
At the very least, Nezha's cultivation would progress smoothly and rapidly until he reached the Mystic Immortal level.
If Zi Shou didn't put in a little more effort, it was entirely possible Nezha would surpass him someday.
"Don't worry, Master! You won't have to lift a finger in the future. I'll be able to subdue everything!" Nezha said, thumping his little chest.
Newborn calves feared no tigers. He didn't take the North Sea Demon Race seriously, let alone the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao.
Zi Shou smiled and nodded. Nezha was still far from that level, but who could say what the future would bring?
Nezha subduing the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao wasn't impossible. In fact, it might make for a very interesting sight.
"Your Majesty, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea have been defeated. Only a handful have escaped!"
After crushing the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea, Li Jing hurried over to report, looking extremely excited. He had earned great merit in this battle.
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