"Report!" The shout came from far to near, a soldier ran to the outside of the commander’s tent, knelt down on one knee holding a scroll, and exclaimed, "Your Majesty, Prime Minister, a war letter has come from the Shang Army."
Jiang Ziya stretched out his hand, and the scroll in the soldier’s hands flew into his palm.
Jiang Ziya unrolled the scroll and glanced at it, smiling, he said, "Wen Zhong has sent a war letter, inviting us to battle again tomorrow."
Ji Fa laughed and said, "They must have called for reinforcements!"
Moonlight Bodhisattva chuckled and said, "We of Xi Qi have three War Gods and numerous generals and soldiers like clouds and rain. What can their reinforcements do against us?"
Jiang Ziya stood up, walked forward, placed the scroll in front of Ji Fa, and said, "Please reply, Your Majesty."
"Alright!" Ji Fa picked up the brush, wrote on the scroll, put down the brush, and smiling, said, "Who will go to deliver this war scroll?"
Nezha jumped up from his seat and called out, "I will go!" He grabbed the scroll and ran outside.
Nezha, standing on the Wind and Fire Wheels hovering above the battlefield, holding the war scroll firmly threw it, shouting, "Go!"
Boom~ The war scroll transformed into a gigantic stone, streaking across the sky towards the city, landing within the city walls without causing any disturbance.
Nezha laughed heartily and said, "He’s got some skills, at least." He turned around and returned to the camp.
Inside the city, Ao Bing held the scroll, sneered playfully, and exclaimed, "Nezha!" He turned and walked into the hall.
The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the sound of drums vibrated through the empty battlefield, thick clouds rolled in the sky stirring up a strong wind, as if forewarning of a fierce immense battle to come.
Both sides arranged their troops in orderly battle formations facing each other on the battlefield, with spears and swords ready, and flags fluttering in the wind.
Wen Zhong solemnly called out, "Jiang Ziya, come forth and answer!" His mighty voice echoed across the battlefield.
Jiang Ziya, riding forward on Four Unlikes, laughed heartily, "Wen Zhong, what other tricks do you have?"
Wen Zhong furiously shouted, "Jiang Ziya, you rebel against superior, rebel against king, are not a son of man, falsely hold yourself as a Saint Disciple."
"Wen Zhong, you repeat the same few lines over and over, can you come up with something new?"
Wen Zhong in great fury cursed, "You bunch of dogs, pigs, rats, engaging in such wrongful deeds, aren’t you afraid of being struck by the Five Thunders into ashes?!"
"Is King Zhou not tyrannical, fit to be killed by Heaven and Earth?"
"The Human Emperor is on par with Heaven!"
"Pah! Never have I seen such shameless people."
Fuming, Wen Zhong’s hair puffed up, like an enraged lion.
Shen Gongbao riding a Black Panther forward, stroking his goatee, said, "Brother, your lips have become quite nimble, cut the nonsense and let’s see the real action."
Jiang Ziya laughed heartily, "Alright! Who will join me in capturing Wen Zhong?"
Nezha shouted loudly, standing on the Wind and Fire Wheels he immediately flew out, hovering above the battlefield, his spirit high, he called out, "Who will face me?"
"Nezha, take my halberd!" A young man dashed out from Wen Zhong’s troops, his features handsome, clad in white, a truly graceful beautiful young man.
Ao Bing swept across the battlefield, his blistering speed stirring up a ferocious wind lifting dust, Fangtian Halberd thrusting out, a dragon image emerging.
Nezha immediately positioned his spear in front, clang~ a harsh jarring sound, both crossed paths.
Nezha spun around, incredulously exclaimed, "Ao Bing!"
In midair, Ao Bing also turned around, gripping his Fangtian Halberd tightly, shouted, "Nezha, come again."
He immediately charged toward Nezha.
Nezha swung his Fire-tipped Spear in a barely adequate defense, the clanging sounds of battle rang out as he continuously retreated, appearing somewhat in disarray.
Among the Xi Qi army, Jiang Ziya exclaimed, "What’s going on? Nezha is actually not his match?"
Yang Jian, with a gleam in his eyes, said, "Uncle Master, Nezha lacks the will to fight; he only has defensive skills."
Li Jing explained, "The opponent in battle is the Dragon King’s Third Prince, Ao Bing. Back when at Chentang Pass, Ao Bing was a close friend to my son."
Yang Jian furrowed his brows and said, "How can matters of the military be child’s play?"
He then clenched his fists and said, "Prime Minister, I am willing to enter the battle and capture Ao Bing."
Jiang Ziya nodded and said, "Good, just remember not to harm his life."
"Yes!" Yang Jian responded, gripping his Three-pointed Two-edged Blade and charging directly towards the battlefield.
From within the ranks of Wen Zhong’s army, another figure rushed out, tracing a black shadow, pressing hard towards Yang Jian.
Yang Jian suddenly felt a chill throughout his body and hurriedly turned, slashing out with his Three-pointed Two-edged Blade.
Clang~ A resonant sound echoed, and a ripple of Divine Light swept across, sending Yang Jian and his opponent both retreating a hundred meters, landing on the battlefield.
Yang Jian, in shock, cried out, "Eldest brother!"
Yang Jiao, holding his Fangtian Halberd horizontally, calmly said, "Second brother, it’s been a long time since we’ve met!"
Yang Jian tightened his grip on his Three-pointed Two-edged Blade, masking the panic inside him, and said, "Eldest brother, why are you on this path?"
Yang Jiao, holding his Fangtian Halberd horizontally, gave a slight smile and said, "Second brother, be careful!"
His figure moved in an instant, charging towards Yang Jian with the Fangtian Halberd tracing a bright arc in the air.
Yang Jian quickly raised his Three-pointed Two-edged Blade, blocking in front of him, Clang~ the Fangtian Halberd struck the Three-pointed Two-edged Blade, stirring up wild sand.
Yang Jian was instantly thrown back, his feet carving a deep trench in the ground, and with a thud, he abruptly stopped, the ground around him cracking.
Yang Jiao, seizing the advantage, leaped up as his Fangtian Halberd continued to descend toward Yang Jian, and even before it hit, a terrifying deep crack had already formed on the battleground.
Yang Jian’s Heavenly Eye suddenly opened, a white Divine Light shot out, Bang~ hitting the Fangtian Halberd squarely, scattering Divine Light, and leaving Yang Jiao suspended in mid-air.
"Split open for me!" Yang Jiao bellowed, a deep light flashed above his Fangtian Halberd, cutting through the Heavenly Eye Divine Light, and falling toward Yang Jian.
Boom~ The earth trembled, dirt and rocks flying everywhere.
"Caw~" A crow burst out from the flying debris, heading toward the sky.
"Screech~" A hawk followed close behind the crow, swooping down to attack it.
Yang Jian angrily shouted, "Eldest brother, why do you insist on aiding the wrongful side?"
Yang Jiao calmly replied, "You are a disciple of the Chan Sect, and I am a disciple of the Jie Sect, each serving our Great Sect; show me your capabilities."
Yang Jian’s heart shuddered, indeed! His eldest brother was a Jie Sect disciple, a sense of unease arose in his heart; he absolutely could not let his eldest brother fall in the Divine Enthronement Battle.
The crow suddenly transformed into a Golden Eagle turning to strike at the hawk which hurriedly dodged, a flash of light appeared and a Roc burst out from within.
"Screech~" The Golden Eagle caught fire, and within the flames, the single-legged Bi Fang flapped its wings, unleashing a wave of fire towards the Roc, Boom~ instantly engulfing it.
Within the sea of flames, a splendid Qingluan spread its wings, the orange-red sea of fire instantly turned into the Southern Ming Blaze, reversing towards Bi Fang to devour it.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Ao Bing wielded his Fangtian Halberd aiming a strike at Nezha’s chest.
Nezha quickly positioned his Long Spear forward, Bang~ the Fangtian Halberd struck Nezha’s Long Spear, causing Nezha to continuously retreat.