I Am King Zhou, Human Emperor!

After all, this was merely a three-year-old child charging alone into an army, yet he could still slaughter them until men and horses were thrown into chaos.

"This Nezha was born not long ago, right? How does he already possess such strength?" Guang Chengzi said, his face full of shock.

The strength Nezha displayed at this moment naturally meant nothing to them, the Golden Immortals of the Exposition Sect.

But they knew very well that from Nezha's birth until now, not even a single month had passed.

In less than a month, he could already have such power—how was this cultivated?

A three-year-old child, facing thousands of troops and horses, with a great bell overhead, charging the formation alone, killing until men and horses were thrown into chaos.

This was an unbelievable sight, nothing short of a fantasy for ordinary people.

The Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea were all dumbfounded. By the time they came to their senses, their army had already been pierced through.

The shock brought by this matter was no longer about how many were injured, but the complete collapse of the entire army's morale.

A three-year-old child, like a god or devil, already rivaled the time King Zhou had slain the Earth Immortal-level Giant Serpent.

"King Zhou's schemes run deep. Fortunately, we were prepared as well!" Guang Chengzi said in a low voice.

The Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea were ravaging the North Sea. If King Zhou wanted to turn the tide, he naturally had to crush them.

They had considered that a strong expert might make a move, perhaps that mysterious powerhouse by King Zhou's side.

But they never imagined it would be Nezha. The shock brought by a three-year-old child was indeed extraordinary.

However, although Nezha's appearance was unexpected, they were not without countermeasures.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Earth-shaking roars rang out as a massive figure appeared, charging straight at Nezha.

This was a Jiaolong, a thousand zhang long, its body resembling a Giant Serpent, but with horns on its head, looking exceptionally ferocious.

"Finally, a worthy opponent has come. Today, I too shall slay an Earth Immortal in battle!" Nezha said excitedly.

Not only had he long wanted to make a move, but he also wished to do something earth-shattering, just like his master.

Even charging the formation alone, what fun was there in attacking a bunch of ordinary people? This Jiaolong before him came just in time.

Its appearance was a bit ugly, but it was fierce enough, and its strength had reached the Earth Immortal level.

Precisely because of this, slaying this Evil Jiaolong before him would truly display his skill.

With the Wushi Bell above his head, he didn't even use the Extreme Dao Emperor Weapons. Barefoot, he took a single step and arrived before the Evil Jiaolong.

He threw a punch—a small, fleshy fist, no matter how you looked at it, was somewhat ridiculous.

But this seemingly ridiculous punch directly sent the colossal Evil Jiaolong flying.

Then, he took another step, appeared before the Evil Jiaolong, pinned it to the ground, and proceeded to give it a thorough beating.

The Evil Jiaolong tried to struggle and wanted to use Dao arts, but Nezha's speed was simply too fast.

It never had the chance to use any means, nor even to display its own strength, before it was beaten senseless.

A flurry of wild punches defeats the old master! The Evil Jiaolong was at least an Earth Immortal, yet it didn't even have a chance to resist.

"This Nezha, isn't he exactly like that King Zhou?" Jù Liúsūn said, his expression dazed.

Like King Zhou, Nezha had an extremely strong physical body, innate divine strength, and his attacks were just as direct and brutal.

But unlike King Zhou, as Golden Immortals of the Exposition Sect, they could naturally tell that Nezha possessed cultivation.

Though his cultivation was somewhat peculiar, it was roughly at the Earth Immortal level, matching the Evil Jiaolong.

But one was a Demon Race that had cultivated for years, while the other was a three-year-old child born less than a month ago.

No matter how you looked at it, the Evil Jiaolong should have had the advantage. Even if it couldn't win, it shouldn't have lost.

Yet now, Nezha was unilaterally pummeling the Evil Jiaolong. This scene felt somewhat unreal.

A three-year-old child, riding atop a massive Jiaolong, his fleshy little fist landing each time with the force of ten thousand jun.

Even though the Demon Race had thick skin and tough flesh, and a strong body, being continuously struck by that fleshy little fist could only result in spitting blood.

"Let the other Demon Race make a move! We cannot allow a three-year-old child to run rampant like this!" Guang Chengzi said in a low voice.

They were all accomplished Golden Immortals, having cultivated for countless ages. To make a move against a three-year-old child would be too shameful.

Taiyi Zhenren did want to act—if he could suppress Nezha and bring him back to Qianyuan Mountain, Golden Light Cave, wouldn't his disciple be regained?

But hearing Guang Chengzi say this, Taiyi Zhenren could only temporarily abandon that idea.

Many remnants of the Demon Race had gathered in the North Sea, so naturally, there were more than just Earth Immortal-level demons.

By commanding these North Sea Demon remnants, they, the Golden Immortals of the Exposition Sect, could stay out of it. This was a tactic they had long since mastered.

However, before the North Sea Demon Race could act, the Great Shang army also appeared. Though few in number, they were all elites.

Li Jing led from the front. These elites were under his command, and the task the King had given him was simple.

Facing the panicked, nearly morale-broken Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea, all he had to do was charge through.

Unlike Nezha's solo charge, Li Jing leading the army brought slaughter—the final blow that would shatter the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea.

Of course, Li Jing did not know that when he led the army in its charge, he had already severed ties with the Exposition Sect.

For the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, this was something they had schemed over for a long time, yet at this moment, it all came to naught.

Given the temperament of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, they would not only hate that King Zhou but also hold Nezha and Li Jing in their hearts.

In an instant, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea collapsed like a landslide, leaving the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao with nothing but awkward glances.

It wasn't that they were unwilling to act, but they had already seen that the human race's fortune blazed like fire, and the Phoenix Cried to the Heavens!

If they made a move now, with King Zhou arriving, they would be caught red-handed, confirming Chanjiao's interference in human affairs.

This matter could be big or small, but before the Canonization of the Gods had truly erupted, even the Chanjiao Golden Immortals dared not act recklessly.

The Demon Race of the North Sea could have struck, but they too had no chance to do so.

Before they even understood what was happening, a flash of five-colored light swept through, and the North Sea Demon Race was completely suppressed.

Kong Xuan made his move; with a single brush of the Five-Colored Divine Light, let alone the mere North Sea Demon Race, even the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao would be suppressed.

When Nezha, with the Wushi Bell atop his head, barefoot and dragging the already slain Evil Jiaolong, stood on the battlefield, all suspense was gone.

Under Li Jing's assault, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea either fled or surrendered, utterly disintegrated.

"King Zhou truly has skillful methods, but this matter will by no means end here!" Guang Chengzi said in a deep voice.

They had originally intended to give King Zhou a taste of their power, to turn his Imperial Expedition into a laughingstock.

Who would have thought that instead of King Zhou becoming a joke, they themselves had become one.

In this battle, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea suffered heavy losses and were already shattered.

The North Sea rebellion was no longer a concern; not only had it failed to tie down Wen Zhong and other Jiejiao disciples, but King Zhou was about to return with a great victory.

They, Chanjiao, had laid plans in the North Sea for years—how could they be willing to see their painstaking efforts scattered in a single morning?

But without the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea, stirring up waves in the North Sea was by no means something that could be accomplished in a short time.

"One Earth Immortal, two True Immortals—is this all the North Sea Demon Race amounts to?" Zi Shou said disdainfully.

In this battle, Nezha had slain an Evil Jiaolong at the Earth Immortal level, and Kong Xuan had suppressed two Demon Race members at the True Immortal level.

The North Sea was vast and boundless, and the remnants of the Demon Race lurking within were by no means few, but the demons employed by Chanjiao were far too weak.

From this, it seemed that while the North Sea Demon Race had some connection to Chanjiao, they were likely not fully under Chanjiao's control.

"Master, I also killed a Demon Race at the Earth Immortal level!" Nezha hopped and skipped, speaking with great excitement.

After all, he was just a three-year-old child, still with a childish heart, unable to keep anything hidden.

Having made his first move and directly slain an Earth Immortal-level Evil Jiaolong in battle, he was naturally smug and eager for his master's praise.

"Not bad! If you keep cultivating, you might soon surpass your master!" Zi Shou said with a smile.

This was no empty boast; for Nezha, who had been cultivating for less than a month, everything now was merely the beginning.

He had only just Proven Dao and Become Emperor; the Dao fruits from Nezha's past life had hardly been consumed at all.

At the very least, until he stepped into the Mystic Immortal realm, Nezha's cultivation would proceed smoothly and at a very rapid pace.

If he himself didn't put in some effort, being surpassed by Nezha in the future was by no means impossible.

"Master, rest assured, from now on there's no need for you to act at all—I can suppress everything!" Nezha said, patting his own little chest.

A newborn calf fears no tiger; let alone the mere North Sea Demon Race, even the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao were not taken seriously in his eyes.

Zi Shou smiled and nodded. For now, Nezha was still far from that level, but in the future, who could say?

The image of Nezha suppressing the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao—such a scene might not be impossible, and it would likely be very interesting.

"Reporting to The King, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea have been routed, and only a handful have escaped!"

After routing the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea, Li Jing came forward with an excited expression to report, having rendered great merit this time.