Chapter 2685 - 2683: No Respect, So Be It

Chapter 2685: Chapter 2683: No Respect, So Be It

Princess Iron Fan stormed out in anger, her Banana Fan in hand, and fanned it towards the Bull Demon King.

The Banana Fan whipped up a fierce wind, instantly sweeping Old Bull away without a trace, leaving only his words, "Sun Monkey, it’s all your fault for being so talkative!"

Sun Wukong and Long Fei sat together, shivering, each awkwardly taking a sip of wine.

No one expected Princess Iron Fan’s expression to soften and turn gentle instantly; she shyly smiled at the two, "Uncles, please continue to drink the soup; don’t mind that dead bull’s matters."

Sun Wukong awkwardly stood up and said, "Sister-in-law, we won’t disturb you here any longer. You take a rest, and we will leave immediately."

Long Fei also stood up to bid farewell, saying, "Sister-in-law, anger hurts the body; it’s best to let these things go."

Before leaving, he took out a brocade box and handed it to Princess Iron Fan, saying, "These are peaches from our own Liangshan Island, for you to restore your vitality."

Princess Iron Fan accepted the box and suddenly grabbed his hand, crying bitterly with grievance, "Why am I so unlucky, barely married, and already unable to find someone as thoughtful as you."

"Sister-in-law, everything will be alright."

Long Fei quickly let go of her hand, thinking that holding hands like this, even without a relationship, people would misunderstand.

He and Sun Wukong left together, initially planning to return to the Southern Observation Continent.

But looking up at the sky, they saw blood qi filling the horizon, killing intent surging.

Sun Wukong exclaimed, "Which power is this? Such overwhelming killing intent!"

Long Fei sighed, "The Ancient Demon Clan has entered the pass."

Sun Wukong fell silent, "It’s the will of the heavens; from now on, the world is doomed to slaughter."

To Long Fei, it wasn’t the will of the heavens at all, but clearly the work of man.

The major forces, each trying to preserve themselves, had already reached the stage of showing the dagger, stopping at nothing.

Sun Wukong pulled Long Fei along, saying, "Let’s go watch the excitement!"

Long Fei nodded and vanished with Sun Wukong from where they stood.

At Mount Buzhou’s border, a crack had already been torn open by the Ancient Demon Clan.

Corpses lay everywhere on the ground, alongside the wreckage of various warships.

The man leading the three thousand Straw-headed Gods to consolidate the border army returned to the Heavenly Court with a big saber and his troops.

The Little Kirin’s group was unsupported, forced to yield the pass.

The Ancient Demon Clan swept in unopposed, with no more barriers.

Yang Jian’s voice, crying long at the border, still echoed, "I cannot ignore my parents’ kindness. I, Yang Jian, am sorry to everyone, but after rescuing my parents, I’ll come back to atone!"

He led a hundred thousand border troops back to the Heavenly Court.

Upon receiving the news, Li Jing breathed a long sigh of relief, finally not having to follow the Jade Emperor’s order to fight to the death with the Ancient Demon Clan.

Moreover, his reputation remained intact.

He highly praised Shen Gongbao, appointing him as a liaison in the Minor Celestial Court according to his previous promise.

Upon receiving this news, the Jade Emperor was so infuriated he lost his composure and shouted, "Yang Jian, you child! Caring only for your own interests, disregarding the safety of the Three Realms and the lives of all beings. Daring to lead troops in rebellion, he truly deserves to die!"

In the Heaven-Piercing Palatial Hall, he issued the first heavenly appointment to Xingtian and Jiufeng, "Xingtian and Jiufeng, hear my order: command the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals to execute Yang Jian and his hundred thousand border army without fail!"

"Your humble servants obey!"

Xingtian and Jiufeng received the Imperial Decree, knowing their time to establish prestige in the Heavenly Court had come.

The two commanded an army of two hundred thousand from the Demon Race, waiting outside the South Heavenly Gate for Yang Jian’s army to arrive.

War drums roared, with Xingtian and Jiufeng standing at the forefront.

Banners flew high, emblazoned with a large "Punishment" character.

Yang Jian’s army faced these two hundred thousand demon soldiers across the void, both sides surging with killing intent.

These border troops were all seasoned soldiers who had persisted at Mount Buzhou’s pass for a year.

Having crawled through countless battles, they were long indifferent to life and death, brimming with killing intent, facing the demon soldiers without fear.

Jiufeng first shouted at Yang Jian, "Er Lang the Divine Lord, as the Jade Emperor’s beloved nephew, what can’t be discussed peacefully? Must you meet the Heavenly Court with swords and soldiers? By such behavior, where is the Heavenly Court’s dignity, and where is its majesty?"

Yang Jian raised his Tri-Edged Double-Blade, shouting, "Enough talk; the Jade Emperor is muddled, employing you demon soldiers heavily in court. Uneliminated, the Heavenly Court will lack dignity, and the Three Realms will know no peace."

Jiufeng sneered, "I’ve long heard of your famed name, Er Lang the Divine Lord; if talks fail, then let us fight!"

She grasped her eagle claw, probing forward, tearing open the void, transforming into a Nine-Headed Phoenix Dharma Laksana, ripping towards Yang Jian.

Xingtian simultaneously raised his axe, shouting at his demon soldiers, "Exterminate the rebels!"

A hord of demon soldiers surged forth, madly rushing towards the hundred thousand border troops.

Once contact was made, the black demon soldiers seemed to flood in like tides.

These demon soldiers from the netherworld were the elite Witch Tribe forces that Chi You once took, descendants of the Ancient Witch Tribe.

These demon soldiers also had absolute numbers, displaying overwhelming might, instantly tearing the hundred thousand border troops into fragments.

Yang Jian raised his Tri-Edged Double-Blade, his third eye emitting golden light, stabbing at Jiufeng’s Dharma Laksana’s weakest point.

A thunderous crash resounded between them, shattering Jiufeng’s Dharma Laksana under his strike.

Jiufeng hadn’t expected such divine power from Yang Jian, no wonder he was called the Heavenly Court’s first War God.

She drew a longsword, engaging in close quarters with Yang Jian.

The two moved like a phoenix pecking and a dragon swooping, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

Finally, Yang Jian, with one slash, shattered Jiufeng’s longsword into two halves.

Jiufeng was swept away by a mighty force, caught by Xingtian behind, sighing with annoyance, "Lost a handy sword!"

Xingtian roared, "Ninth sister, rest, I’ll handle him!"

He swung his giant axe, heavily clashing with Yang Jian’s Tri-Edged Double-Blade.

With a boom, the world resonated.

Yang Jian’s palms shook with a buzzing tremor, this overwhelming force causing him to fly backward, his Eight-Nine Mystical Art tempered body even showing signs of cracking.

The meeting of two generations of War Gods, Xingtian’s might could shake Mount Tai, far exceeding Yang Jian.

Yang Jian looked back, seeing countless of his border troops slaughtered, he frowned and shouted urgently, "Retreat!"

War drums thundered, and the army immediately retreated.

Xingtian and Jiufeng did not pursue but shouted at Yang Jian, "Three-eyed little thief, retreating so soon?"

Yang Jian lightly responded to them, "Tell the Jade Emperor, if he so much as harms my parents, even at the cost of my life, I’ll take his head!"

He led the border troops quickly down from the heavens, first returning to Confluence of the Rivers to set up camp.

Xingtian brought Jiufeng back to the Heaven-Piercing Palatial Hall, reporting the battle situation to the Jade Emperor with pride.

The Jade Emperor was so pleased he could hardly close his mouth, generously rewarding the two.

Since the Divine Enthronement, he hadn’t felt this pleased.

Previously, he was just like a decoration, all power usurped by his subordinates.

This time, with the Witch Tribe army, he truly felt the pleasure of holding power.

With the Witch Tribe army’s control, the other troops of the Heavenly Court would have to obediently follow his commands in the future.

Sun Wukong insistently pulled Long Fei to watch the spectacle from the side; once the battle ended, they left together, appearing at the Confluence of the Rivers to meet the sulking Yang Jian.

Yang Jian, a man of supreme pride, seeing them, angrily exclaimed, "What do you two want here? To mock me?"

Sun Wukong scratched his head, "Three-eyed monster, what kind of attitude is that? We’re old acquaintances; am I that kind of person?"

Long Fei explained, "Divine Monarch, please don’t misunderstand; we just happened to run into you on the road, so we came over for a look. The Divine Monarch’s filial piety is witnessed by heaven and earth, but you were a bit too reckless."

Er Lang the Divine Lord sat in a gloomy voice, "Sounds nice, but tell me a way that’s not reckless? I, Er Lang the Divine Lord, have slaved for the Heavenly Court’s safety, dearly risking my life at the border, and yet the Jade Emperor wants to kill my parents behind my back. A Heavenly Emperor like this, I might as well not respect!"