Journey to the West: I am the fiercest bird under Bodhi's seat

This thing is a two-dipper constellation, one of the four constellations in the Heavenly Court, and its strength is no less than that of the Twenty-Eight Mansions.

There are also two other forces, one in the north and one in the south, whose fighting strength is even greater than theirs.

However, they did not appear this time—because the North and South Dippers belong to the Ziwei Emperor. Although the Jade Emperor can order their deployment, it is not convenient to use them lightly unless it is a critical moment.

The Four Emperors each have their own subordinates. Although they are nominally under the jurisdiction of the Jade Emperor, they each have their own boundaries and are not allowed to overstep their authority to summon people.

The fierce battle in the sky was in full swing, with the Four Heavenly Kings scattered in all directions, unable to intervene for the time being.

In one-on-one combat, they may not be stronger than the Star Constellations; only by relying on the power of their magical treasures can they gain a slight advantage.

At this moment, on the summit of Flower Fruit Mountain, Ye Feng stood still, his gaze sweeping over Sun Wukong, who was battling fiercely in the clouds, and slowly moving to another spot.

Directly ahead, a great emperor clad in a black Taoist robe sat atop a cloud, his aura as deep and boundless as the sea.

Seeing that Sun Wukong was surrounded, he suddenly waved his command flag, and the earth and sky shook, with thunder rumbling.

The drums of the heavenly army thundered like lightning, and the sound waves swept across the sky. Nezha, the great god of the Three Altars and Seas, led the twelve Yuan Chen and broke through the clouds to kill, with 50,000 heavenly soldiers pouring down like a tide behind him.

"Master! The heavenly army is pressing in!" The black bear spirit gripped the God-Slaying Halberd tightly, his voice trembling slightly.

He recognized the figure riding on a fire wheel and holding a fire-tipped spear at a glance.

Ye Feng remained calm: "Bear, take the four monkey generals and go to meet them."

The black bear spirit took a deep breath, his expression suddenly becoming serious: "Yes, sir!"

With a roar, his body trembled, the rocks beneath his feet cracked, and black clouds rose up, rushing straight towards Nezha.

As soon as he moved, the Demon Kings of the Seventy-Two Caves and the Four Monkey Generals led their troops out to fight.

The two armies clashed in close combat between the mountains.

In an instant, shouts of battle shook the heavens, and Flower Fruit Mountain transformed into a battleground between gods and demons.

The demons are numerous and have accumulated strength over the years. The monkey clan alone has more than 100,000 members, not to mention the various demon soldiers from the seventy-two caves. Spread out across the mountains and fields, they number at least several hundred thousand.

In contrast, Nezha only led 50,000 heavenly soldiers, a stark disparity in strength.

However, these 50,000 heavenly soldiers were all clad in bright armor, equipped with complete magical weapons, and their cultivation far surpassed that of the demons. Their imposing presence was like that of a million-strong army, and as soon as they clashed, they completely suppressed the demons.

Ye Feng stood atop the peak, watching the battle with a cold eye, and suddenly raised his hand.

"Thump—"

A drumbeat resounded, like a giant hammer striking the heart, piercing through the battlefield.

The Kui Niu drum was struck.

This drum is a priceless treasure left behind by the Yellow Emperor. When it is played, the sound waves sweep across all directions, even eclipsing the thunder drums of the heavenly soldiers.

As the drumbeats reached their ears, the demons felt their blood surge, their fighting spirit boil, and their power burst forth continuously from within them.

Even the Black Bear Demon felt his muscles and bones stretch and his strength increase by three points.

Both battlefields were simultaneously embroiled in fierce fighting, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

Such a battle caused mountains to crumble, the earth to crack, and the sea to churn into towering tornadoes that ripped the sky apart.

The aftershocks reverberated through space, even shaking those watching from high above.

All the fighting forces of Huaguo Mountain were committed, but Ye Feng remained standing in place, looking up at the sky.

The battle aura soared, but as it approached the clouds, it was imprisoned by an invisible force, unable to advance any further.

The True Martial Emperor stood on the clouds, like an ancient deity, looking down on everything with an expressionless face.

There was no one around him; even Li Jing had retreated far away.

Ye Feng looked up, and Zhenwu seemed to sense something, his gaze falling downwards.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Ye Feng's lips curled up slightly.

"Want to fight?"

He exhaled a breath of stale air, his smile deepening.

He saw through Zhenwu's plan clearly.

No conspiracy, no ambush, just and square, overwhelming with power—king against king, soldier against soldier, crushing down with the overwhelming force of the Heavenly Court.

That's why he had no other choice.

With one hand grasping lightly, a long sword shimmering with golden light quietly appeared.

The figure suddenly blurred in the next instant.

If you want war, then let's fight!

Ye Feng's speed is beyond description.

He jumps and travels between spatial nodes.

With a flash, he stood beside the True Martial Emperor.

The Demon Emperor Sword suddenly erupted with blazing golden light and slashed down from mid-air.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

Li Jing, far away in the sky, felt a jolt in his heart. He had been defeated by Ye Feng before and knew all too well how swift and unpredictable Ye Feng's attacks were.

Therefore, they immediately issued a warning the moment the other party's figure became blurry.

However, the voice was ultimately a step too late. Even if one shouted in advance, it couldn't catch up with that lightning-fast sword strike.

This sword carries the power to scorch the heavens and boil the seas; its scorching heat seems to melt the universe into ashes.

The True Martial Emperor remained unmoved, his wide sleeves fluttering as he met the attack head-on with his own flesh and blood.

Silent and still—not that there was no sound, but rather that the sound of this collision was far beyond the reach of ordinary ears.

boom--!

The golden, flame-like sword energy surged and swept outwards like a raging tide, its momentum unstoppable.

Li Jing's expression changed, and he retreated a thousand feet in haste.

Ripples spread across the void, and the intense heat distorted space, as if even heaven and earth were about to be scorched through.

At that very moment, Wen Zhong led the Thunder Gods to appear, throwing their magical weapons to form a lightning net that sealed off half of the sky.

On the other side, Luo Xuan summoned the gods of the Fire Department to descend and set up a fire array, imprisoning the remaining area.

The sweeping sword energy collided with the formation, but was gradually neutralized by the power of thunder and fire, ultimately returning to nothingness.

Ye Feng and the True Martial Emperor were trapped in the central core.

Neither of them moved an inch. Their strength remained locked in a stalemate, neither gaining the upper hand.

The Demon Emperor Sword stopped just an inch from the True Martial Emperor's arm.

A tortoise-shell-like light and shadow appeared on his arm, layer upon layer, protecting his entire body.

"The Xuanwu Armor?" Ye Feng asked in a low voice.

The True Martial Emperor's gaze narrowed slightly, and he murmured, "A Great Luo Golden Immortal?"

In the instant they clashed, he sensed that his opponent's spiritual power was vast and boundless, far exceeding the realm of a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

This was completely different from the information he had previously received.

Ye Feng's lips curled slightly, and he instantly changed his stance.

His body suddenly became as supple as if boneless, and in a single spin, golden light surged around him, transforming into countless extremely fine sword threads that appeared in the air.

Each one is refined to the extreme, gleaming with golden light, and wrapped with the true fire of the sun.

Swords become silk!

Zhenwu was slightly surprised, but not flustered. Instead, he sighed softly, "The Taihuang Emperor's swordsmanship is divine."

After speaking, he slowly spread his sleeves to the sides.

Suddenly, a roaring sound of crashing waves arose, and a towering white serpent phantom rose up behind them.

With a flick of its body, the snake conjured countless snake shadows, all formed from Xuanwu True Water, which clashed fiercely with the sword threads.

The aftershocks reverberated through the void, tearing apart the textures of space.

Ye Feng smiled, gripped his sword with both hands, and slashed down fiercely from above his head.

In an instant, it was as if a great sun had exploded in the sky.

Shining like the sun, its might overwhelming the heavens, this sword contains the power to destroy the world.

"I have long admired the mighty name of the True Martial Emperor and long wished to meet him, but I never expected to encounter him in this place. It is truly a pity."

Along with this sword strike, Ye Feng's voice rang out clearly.

The technique used was unknown, but the sound followed the sword, and every word was clearly audible.

The True Martial Emperor smiled and merely raised one hand in response to this world-destroying attack.

The little finger and ring finger are curled inwards, with the thumb pressing on top, and the middle finger and index finger are held upright, forming a sword seal.

"If His Majesty the King is in the mood..."

Before he could finish speaking, his smile vanished. He shrank abruptly and swiftly dashed off in a certain direction.

Bathed in golden light, Ye Feng smiled broadly, holding a jade bottle in his hand, which was pointed directly at his back.

The Jade Bottle with Mutton Fat – a treasure of Laozi (the Supreme Lord Lao).

Simply call its name, and if it responds, it will be immediately sucked into the bottle and never be able to escape.

The True Martial Emperor's body continued to shrink, and he was about to be sucked in.

But just as it was about to sink into the bottle's opening, a soft shout rang out.

The black Taoist robe on his body suddenly billowed and then separated from his body.

The Taoist robe spun in mid-air, transforming into a phantom image of Xuanwu (a mythical tortoise), and then actively entered the bottle.

Meanwhile, his true form seized the opportunity to wave his hand, and with a flash of light, he fled into the distance.

"Shedding its skin like a cicada!" Ye Feng's eyes sharpened.

This technique is not one of the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang, but a rare secret method for preserving one's life.

During the ancient War of the Investiture of the Gods, the Taoist Ran Deng used this technique to escape several times.

Although Lu Ya Dao Ren frequently used the Golden Crow Transformation Rainbow Technique, it was also thanks to this kind of supernatural power that he was able to survive under the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron and the Five-Colored Divine Light.

Unexpectedly, the True Martial Emperor was also proficient in this art.

Even if one escapes, the characteristics of the Jade Bottle remain—those who enter the bottle will undoubtedly become its clones or incarnations.

…………

The two attacked and defended with lightning speed, almost evenly matched.

At the same instant, the sword energy that Ye Feng had previously unleashed struck the Thunderfire Array.

The Thunder and Fire Heavenly Lords groaned in unison, their blood churning.

They hurriedly formed hand seals to stabilize the barrier, barely managing to hold it in place.

Together they channeled their spiritual energy into one, stabilizing the formation and preventing it from collapsing.

The golden sword energy gradually dimmed amidst the lightning and flames, eventually vanishing without a trace.

Ye Feng had no time to worry about his sword aura dissipating; his gaze shifted and landed on the True Martial Emperor.

The Heavenly Emperor remained calm and composed. Although he had lost his protective robe, he showed no anger. He simply touched his shoulder, and a new garment appeared out of thin air.

This robe is perfectly seamless, without any trace of stitches, and its shimmering light and color make it seem as if it were made by nature. It is clearly a top-grade celestial treasure.

……

Ye Feng's eyes flickered slightly.

He recognized the Taoist robe—the Seamless Heavenly Robe.

The True Martial Emperor showed a hint of displeasure, as if he wanted to speak, but when he caught sight of the mutton-fat jade bottle in Ye Feng's hand, he ultimately remained silent.

With a cold snort, he rolled up his wide sleeves, and a sharp blade suddenly appeared in his palm.

The sword's blade curves like a snake, agile and unpredictable.

Without uttering a word, he suddenly swung his sword and struck down.

The moment the sword fell, the scene before Ye Feng's eyes changed drastically.

A sword light tore through the chaos, like the first ray of dawn after the creation of the world, suddenly appearing from nothingness and piercing straight to the eyelashes.

It is unknown where it began, nor where it will end.

It surpasses the pinnacle of swordsmanship; a single glance is enough to inspire submission and extinguish any fighting spirit.

Ye Feng focused his mind, the imagery of the Primordial Sword flashed through his mind, and following his instincts, he swung his sword forward.

when!

The clear, melodious sound of the sword echoed throughout the heavens and the earth.

The two swords clashed, cracking the space like a spiderweb. The supreme power of the two Great Luo Golden Immortals collided violently, exceeding the limits of heaven and earth. The surging energy transformed into rainbows that shot across the sky, causing the void for thousands of miles to tremble and become chaotic.

The True Martial Emperor's pupils contracted slightly, seemingly not expecting Ye Feng to be able to withstand this attack.

He remained silent, his serpent sword changing shape in an instant, unleashing one unexpected move after another, as swift and unpredictable as a gazelle hanging by its horns.

Ye Feng did not back down either, sweeping out the Demon Emperor Sword to clash head-on once again.

Using the force of the collision, he retreated rapidly, and four golden wings suddenly unfolded behind him.

As its wings spread, its figure became instantly blurred.

A golden light flashed by, leaving a series of afterimages, too fast to catch.

The True Martial Emperor raised his sword to block, barely managing to deflect two sword strikes, but more sword shadows were already swarming in.

He released his sword, pointed his finger at the void, and in an instant, the Spirit Serpent Sword split into countless parts, spinning and circling around his body, forming a sword wheel.

The longsword soared into the air, multiplying until it condensed into a ring of sword lotuses, layer upon layer, dense and impenetrable.

The sound of swords clashing was incessant, and the aftershocks exploded and spread in concentric circles.

The True Martial Emperor's gaze was piercing as he said in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Taihuang, I have witnessed your methods. If we were to meet in the Heavenly Court, I would surely drink a thousand cups with you. Alas..." He sighed softly, formed a hand seal in mid-air, and pressed down.

In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled, blue clouds appeared overhead, and phantom images of tortoises and snakes coiled and rose.

True Martial Demon-Slaying Seal!

As the seal was completed and fell, the world's order was instantly altered, and the True Martial Emperor became the core of this realm.

Tortoise and snake roared together, and fire ignited in the void.

The flames, crimson as blood, leaped and spread instantly, reaching everywhere. Then, the flames swirled and transformed into golden lotuses that hovered and swirl in the air.

A tortoise and a snake intertwined can actually grow a golden lotus in the midst of raging fire!

Once the True Martial Golden Lotus appeared, it occupied the spatial node and blocked all escape routes.

The vast void was completely imprisoned.

At that moment, Ye Feng was forced to reveal himself, and a chilling sword aura pressed down from above.

Suddenly, countless spirit snake swords pierced the air and attacked, covering the sky and the earth, with cold light everywhere.