Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord of the Pure Land

Seeing that Zhenxiu Xingjun was thrown down by Zhenjun like a discarded shoe, he collapsed to the ground, not daring to raise his head again.

The last glimmer of hope in the hearts of the other three constellations vanished completely.

The True Lord surveyed the four water constellations, whose faces were ashen, and said no more.

That silent pressure had already revealed everything.

The bond between comrades-in-arms?

The moment they chose to start this chaos, they themselves severed their own destiny!

"Take it down."

Once the True Lord has spoken, there is no room for negotiation.

The generals standing guard all around moved at the command.

There were no shouts or commotion, only the low, resonant clanging of armor rubbing together in unison.

One after another, dark chains whistled out and tightened abruptly the moment they touched Xingxiu's body.

The three constellations, Bi Shuiyu, Shen Shuiyuan, and Zhen Shuiyin, each with a different expression, closed their eyes and sighed deeply, completely giving up the struggle.

As the cold chains bound him, the immortal light around him dimmed completely, and his aura rapidly weakened.

Only—

Just as the chains were about to touch the slender body of the Jishui Leopard constellation.

The leopard, whose head had been hanging low, suddenly raised it.

His eyes were bloodshot, bursting with a fierce and resentful light.

He let out a low growl from deep in his throat, and the aura around him, which had been almost dormant, surged wildly as if in a final burst of energy.

Streaks of watery starlight burst forth from its body, attempting to break free from the shackles that were not yet completely locked.

"snort!"

A chilling snort suddenly exploded in Ji Shuibao's ears!

Before his desperate stellar power could be fully unleashed.

"Clang!"

Several ear-piercing sounds of metal clashing rang out almost simultaneously.

Several sharp, cold glints moved faster than the eye could see, arriving before the enemy.

"laugh!"

The tip of a sword that could pierce the heart was already pressed against his Adam's apple, and the biting coldness instantly froze the roar he was about to unleash!

A long spear engraved with lightning patterns rested steadily half an inch in front of his brow, the leaping arcs of electricity scorching his soul.

Demon-slaying swords, soul-suppressing spears... and several other divine weapons of various shapes and sizes, some held to the neck, others pressed against the back of the heart.

All of its joints and vital points that could potentially exert force were sealed off.

The murderous aura solidified into a tangible form, causing the swollen body of the water leopard to suddenly freeze.

His pupils shrank to pinpoints, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead.

The imminent threat of death was so clear, so undeniable.

If I dare to make the slightest move, before I can even be taken to the execution platform, I will be beheaded and my soul destroyed in the next instant.

"How dare you be so insolent!"

A warrior wielding a thunder blade shouted sternly, his voice booming like thunder, making the ears of the water leopard ring.

Before he could finish speaking, another particularly burly exorcist warrior suddenly raised his right foot, bringing a gust of wind with it, and kicked Ji Shuibao hard in the back of the knee.

"Kneel down!"

Click!

A sickeningly sharp cracking sound, like bone breaking.

"Ugh—!"

The leopard let out a mournful howl, its legs buckled, and it collapsed to its knees on the clouds with a thud.

The excruciating pain contorted his face, and his forehead instantly became covered in cold sweat!

However, this is just the beginning.

Almost at the same moment he knelt down, a dark light flashed and disappeared!

"puff--!"

A dull thud as something sharp pierces flesh.

A strangely shaped, jet-black magic weapon with a hook at the front pierced through his back with lightning speed, precisely penetrating his collarbones on both sides.

The hook tip pierced through the body, bringing out faint starlight.

The water leopard suddenly stiffened and let out a painful whimper that sounded inhuman.

His whole body went limp, as if his spine had been removed, and he could no longer struggle.

The hook piercing his collarbone not only locked his physical body, but also firmly imprisoned his cultivation and foundation!

The other three constellations, witnessing this scene, turned pale and obediently allowed the chains to be fastened on them, sparing them from physical pain.

The generals were about to escort the four constellations, who were already bound by chains and had their magical powers sealed, away.

Suddenly, a soft rustling sound came from behind.

A warrior clad in red armor, carrying a fire gourd on his back and a copper bell hanging from his waist, strode in. He was none other than the Fire Bell Thunder Messenger of the Huangtian Pivot Thunder Palace.

He dragged a man by the back of his neck and a chick about to be slaughtered, carrying him there with one hand.

The man's official robes were tattered and stained with blood and sea mud. He was weak and listless, like a candle flickering in the wind.

His head slumped limply, and only the very faint rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive.

He had been severely injured by Xuan Ling's sword earlier and had only managed to escape the Blackwater Abyss by sheer luck.

Yet, amidst the eruption of the Weak Water, Zhang Qingyang, the Sword Immortal Official of the Water Patrol and Investigation Division, narrowly escaped death.

The Firebell and Thunder Messenger strode forward, bowed deeply to the True Lord, and said in a deep voice:

"Imperial Decree, True Lord!"

"This humble general was ordered to clear the battlefield. In a collapsed area of ​​the sea trench, amidst the rubble, I found this ferocious beast barely alive. I have captured it and handed it over to the True Lord for judgment!"

Having said that, he flicked his arm and casually tossed Zhang Qingyang onto the clouds.

Zhang Qingyang fell heavily to the ground, letting out a painful groan.

He collapsed to the ground, coughing violently, blood and foam constantly oozing from the corners of his mouth. With difficulty, he lifted his heavy eyelids and looked around blankly.

His gaze first swept over the imposing Heavenly Court generals.

Then they saw the four unknown immortal lords who had been high above in the Blackwater Abyss, tightly bound by chains by the generals.

Now that the celestial light has dissipated, its true form has been revealed.

The limp Bi Shui Yu, Shen Shui Yuan, Zhen Shui Yin, and... four constellations lay on the ground.

His gaze finally settled on the last person.

One of the constellations, who received special treatment, had two black chains piercing his collarbone and was kneeling on the ground in an extremely humiliating posture.

The other party had disheveled hair, his celestial aura had dissipated, and his face was covered in blood and ashen.

The tiger and leopard constellation immortal robe that symbolized the authority of the ruler was already badly damaged.

But Zhang Qingyang recognized him instantly.

Lord of the Water Patrol and Investigation Division, Lord Leopard of the Ji River!

His superior was usually the one who had the final say in the department, and was very authoritative and respected, which made him both respect and fear him.

Zhang Qingyang couldn't help but recall the time he spent in the chief's office.

The scene of the other party so skillfully strategizing and casually sending him to the lower realm to accompany a celestial lord on important missions.

At the time, I was secretly delighted to be valued by the Master.

But now...

Zhang Qingyang could hardly believe his eyes.

The master knelt before him in such a wretched state, like a dying wild dog.

In this state, where is even a trace of the former lofty and majestic demeanor of the Star Lord?

Zhang Qingyang's lips twitched with difficulty, as if he wanted to laugh, but it looked even worse than crying.

A few hoarse, ambiguous laughs escaped his throat.

"hehe……"

The laughter was tinged with bitterness and mockery.

It's unclear whether he's mocking the down-on-his-luck Star Lord before him, or mocking himself who once trembled under his tyranny and was completely at his mercy.

Ji Shuibao seemed to sense the gaze that was fixed on him.

He struggled to lift his heavy head, his unfocused eyes straining to focus.

Finally, he could see Zhang Qingyang, who was lying on the ground not far away, staring at him with an extremely complicated look.

Eyes facing each other.

The leopard's face, contorted with pain, twitched violently.

A look of astonishment flashed in his eyes, as if he hadn't expected Zhang Qingyang to have survived the Ruoshui River and to be here.

Immediately, this astonishment was replaced by a deeper sense of gloom and deathly silence.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, as if trying to reveal a mocking smile.

However, the corners of his mouth had not yet fully turned up.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud!