Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha

Fierce Yaksha Li Gen raged, his fierce and ferocious face arrogantly distorted with anger.

In an instant, thunder roared low in the sky, Li Gen appeared from the great whirlpool, holding a Silver Axe, his body as if cast from steel and iron.

In the blink of an eye, the foaming waves receded, and Li Gen had arrived onshore.

Advancing a few steps, water cascaded down the iron-colored scales of his body to his feet, he walked and talked: "I have asked on your behalf, today Sea Patrol Yaksha Li Gen arrives with the orders of the East Sea Dragon King! Nezha, brazen in his actions to the extreme, yet considering his youthful ignorance, he is grudgingly offered leniency to mend his ways. Should he persist in his evil stubbornness, he shall be swiftly and severely punished, chopped into minced meat with axe and blade."

With these words uttered, a cold smile emerged on Li Gen's face; armed with this edict signed by Ao Guang himself, even if things went awry and blame was assigned, it would not fall upon him.

He thought to himself that he had fully investigated Nezha's background, who a month prior was still a simpleton unable to even speak, if Nezha still dared to be as rude as he was three days ago, Li Gen would not care whose disciple he was or whose son – he was just a mere mortal after all. To chop him into three pieces with the Silver Axe and drink with the brothers!

He couldn't believe it, was his hundreds of years of cultivation not more than a child's?

Li Gen sneered: "Seeing you come alone today, do you really intend to use yourself as a sacrifice for the Dragon Palace of the East Sea? If it's really so, I don't know whether to admire your courage or mock your stupidity."

Nezha thought that today he would have to waste his breath, but he didn't expect Li Gen to show his true colors on arrival, nor did he foresee the absolute resolution of the Dragon Palace of the East Sea.

Luckily, he was fully prepared to face the confrontation.

The sea worship ceremony has been a vile tradition for hundreds of years. Dealing with this was naturally complex, but there is one thing that can simplify complex matters.

That is violence.

Strike first to gain the upper hand!

Nezha had met Li Gen twice before, keeping all his spiritual power disguised. In Li Gen's eyes, Nezha was not only a mortal but also a seven-year-old child.

Thus, when Nezha suddenly lashed out, Li Gen's pupils constricted - although he reacted instantly, he was still a beat too slow.

That moment was enough for Nezha.

It wasn't only Li Gen who was stunned but also the seventeen Great Witches on a distant cliff.

They all without exception heard Li Gen's words.

They all without exception saw Nezha's choice.

Therefore, they believed today's outcome would be as they anticipated, just like the stories told by their elders, the young master from the General's Mansion, challenging the great Dragon Palace of the East Sea out of ignorance and foolishness, ending up dead and dissolved.

This was the correct course of events, mankind cannot defeat Yaksha, and the centuries-old tradition of worshiping the Sea Dragon King at Chentang Pass cannot be altered!

Thinking this, the excitement in these seventeen Great Witches' eyes even carried a certain peculiar determination and piety.

The day was nearing its end.

In the increasingly dark forest between the cliffs in the distance, where the fresh yet decaying sequoias stood, a gust of wind suddenly rose, lifting a myriad of falling leaves swirling like wild dragons towards the sea.

Beneath this endless cascade of leaves, accompanied by a thunderous roar, Nezha exerted force in his arms, unbelievably lifting the man-sized, thousand-pound oval stone beneath him. Transforming it into a howling cannonball, he ferociously hurled it towards the nearby Sea Patrol Yaksha.

This spectacle caused Li Gen's eyes to near splitting, what terrifying strength it was, turning a human into a trebuchet!

The stone projectile flew through the air, reducing any floating leaves it touched to dust, crossing dozens of meters in a flash, and instantly arriving before Li Gen.

"Scatter!"

With a low shout from Li Gen, his face momentarily flushed with disarray under the concealed rage from the ambush, his right arm swung round, muscles stretched, amidst flashes of lightning, the terrifying power contained in his massive body was fully unleashed, channeled into the axe, which seemed to wield a force not less than that of the boulder!

A thunderous boom erupted as the approaching boulder was split into pieces by Li Gen's axe!

But behind the debris and the slowly drifting leaves and dust, it was Nezha's slender shadow leaping into mid-air, perfectly blocking the setting sun.

In Li Gen's vision, it was a pitch-black silhouette.

But that was enough.

Li Gen knew it was Nezha.

Merely a human cultivator of the God Absorption Realm!

In that instant, Li Gen felt that he had seen through all of Nezha's tricks—concealing his aura, hiding his true strength, then exploiting the opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

How laughable!

At this moment, Li Gen had once again swung the silver axe in his hand, watching the gleaming edge slice through the air as if he could see a sky filled with blood rain, shattered flesh, and broken bones!

At that time, the Sea Patrol Yaksha, who served at Lingxiao Palace, had a mad and cruel gleam flashing in his eyes.

But at the same moment, he finally saw a clear expression on Nezha's face amidst the shadows.

Time seemed to slow down. Nezha's expression was incredibly cold and calm, as if he couldn't see the silver axe about to split his head.

Why?

A flicker of doubt crossed Li Jing's mind.

Nezha pressed his right index finger and middle finger together, pointing at the silver axe in Li Gen's hand as he chanted, shouting, "If not now, when will this object fall?"

As soon as Nezha finished speaking, Li Gen, shocked, found the silver axe slipping from his grasp, falling towards the ground, and before he could react, a golden bracelet was flying straight at him!

With just one strike of the Qiankun Ring, every leaf in the sky turned to dust!

With one blow, Li Gen's brain burst, and he died instantly!

By the time Nezha landed, the shattered rocks and leaves hadn't fully settled.

For the mighty, time operates on a different scale than it does for ordinary people. The numerous gambits just now could have led to a different outcome between life and death if there were the slightest error, but to those Great Witches watching from the cliffs, it seemed like Nezha suddenly burst forth and instantly killed Li Gen.

The sea breeze carried a rich scent of blood. Nezha took a deep breath and the furrowed brows on his face relaxed.

This was his first real fight, and the killing did not make him feel too uncomfortable.

It was just a pity for Li Gen. After three hundred years of arduous cultivation, his Golden Core was formed, his fate was sufficient, he received rewards from the Heavenly Court, and he made alliances with soldiers of the Dragon Palace; yet, he could not withstand the might of Nezha's Magic Treasures and thus perished.

Nezha glanced at the many stunned Great Witches on the cliff and shouted: "Hey! You lot, did you come here today to see how Li Gen would kill me?"

Upon hearing this, the Great Witches on the cliff looked at each other in dismay, not knowing what to do.

How could this be? The scene before them completely surpassed the Great Witches' understanding. Even going back to their grandfathers' grandfathers, the Sea Patrol Yaksha had always been just that, possessing irresistible strength and guarding the privileges of their lineage as Great Witches.

But why did this godlike Yaksha fall so easily to a seven-year-old child?

It was like a dream!

Or rather, a terrible nightmare that they desperately wanted to wake from!

Nezha continued, "Today, since Li Gen couldn't kill me, he is the one who died!

Feng Bei, He Yuxiu, Peng Huai... do you think I don't know who you are?

These past two days I haven't been idle; I've recognized you!

Each of you has blood on your hands, guilty of heinous crimes!

Previously in Lizhu Village, the Great Witch told me that to save one child for fairness, another child's life must be taken. Since you didn't get to see me made a fool of today, then it should be you who die. Fair, don't you think?"

Nezha spread his arms wide, as his originally handsome and young face became extremely cold, and the piercing icy killing intent in the air, along with the blatant arrogance echoing across the cliffs, made it thoroughly clear to the seventeen Great Witches what Nezha intended.

In an instant, the Great Witches felt a chill creeping up their spines, even amidst the humid air of Chentang Pass.

Fear and instinct nearly made them turn and run.

But there was no escape.

Nezha harnessed the Water Style to move instantaneously above the cliff, his Chaos Sky Silk extended dozens of yards in the air, wrapping up all seventeen of them before smashing them against the cliffside, exploding into a cloud of bloody mist and flesh upon impact.

Violence begets violence!

Blood washes blood!