Chapter 260 Cleaning up the portal
While the drum beats were deafening and the morale of the Xiqi army was boosted, there was deathly silence at the Jiepai Pass.

Wen Zhong quickly walked to the top of the towering city wall. The cold wind penetrated his black robe, bringing bursts of biting chill, but it failed to dispel the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart.

His gaze pierced through layers of fog and smoke, searching closely for those familiar figures in the chaotic battlefield - the Four Generals of the Demon Family.

However, when he finally saw the scene on the battlefield clearly, his heart sank suddenly, as if hit by an invisible hammer.

On the battlefield not far away, the four generals of the Mo family - Mo Liqing, Mo Lihong, Mo Lihai and Mo Lishou, their figures were no longer upright, but lying quietly in a pool of blood, motionless.

Wen Zhong's eyes were instantly moist. He had excellent eyesight and could clearly see that Mo Liqing's resolute face had lost its color at this moment, Mo Lihong's armor was stained red with blood, like the setting sun, Mo Lihai's body was half covered in dust, with only one hand tightly grasping a weapon showing, and there was almost no complete piece of armor on Mo Lishou's body, only the tattered flag was still fluttering weakly in the wind.

Wen Zhong's hands were tightly gripping the bricks on the top of the city wall, his nails almost digging into them.

"Brother Mo..." Wen Zhong murmured in a low voice, his voice filled with endless sadness and unwillingness.

The four generals of the Mo family have served under him for decades, and followed him in battles across the country. The friendship between them has long surpassed a simple superior-subordinate relationship and has become that of brothers who depend on each other for life and death.

Wen Zhong took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, then opened his eyes and looked back at the battlefield.

Huang Tianhua, wearing golden armor, holding two hammers, carrying the Moye sword on his back, stood proudly beside the bodies of the four generals of the Mo family.

His figure lengthened in the afterglow of the setting sun, appearing particularly tall and arrogant.

At this moment, his face was filled with the joy of victory and an uninhibited smile, and his eyes were flashing with contempt and challenge for the Shang army.

He gently raised his foot and kicked the armor of Mo Liqing beside him, making a "clang" sound, as if announcing his military exploits and majesty to the world.

Then, he raised his head and looked directly at the Shang army on the top of the city. His eyes showed both confidence in victory and contempt for the enemy.

"Soldiers of the Shang army, did you see this?" Huang Tianhua shouted loudly, his voice penetrating the hustle and bustle of the battlefield and clearly reaching the ears of every Shang soldier, "These are the so-called four generals of the Demon Family! Now, they are nothing but defeated generals under my feet, and I will hammer down their souls!"

He swung the two hammers in his hands, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, as if showing his military power and arrogance to the Shang army.

"Wen Zhong, where are you?" Huang Tianhua suddenly raised his voice, full of provocation and disdain. "Your capable generals have been killed, why don't you come out and die? Are you going to hide on the top of the city and watch your soldiers being slaughtered by me one by one?"

He was undermining the morale of the Shang army.

He knew that Wen Zhong was the commander-in-chief of the Shang army and an important official of the Shang Dynasty. As long as Wen Zhong did not dare to show up, or was defeated by him after showing up, the morale and fighting spirit of the Shang army would be completely destroyed.

The Shang army soldiers on the top of the city glared at Huang Tianhua when they heard his provocation, but no one dared to act rashly. They knew that Huang Tianhua was powerful, and the death of the four generals of the Mo family had already made them afraid. However, in this fear, they also felt unprecedented anger and humiliation.

Wen Zhong stood on the top of the city wall, looking at Huang Tianhua coldly, his heart filled with grief and anger.

However, he has rich experience in battle and would not be angered by Huang Tianhua's provocation.

He turned around, his eyes wandering between Yang Jian, Nezha and other generals, then he took a deep breath and said in a steady and powerful voice: "Huang Tianhua is arrogant and challenged the majesty of our Shang army. Who is willing to stand up and kill this lunatic to revive the prestige of our Shang army?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nezha stepped forward like an arrow from a bow, his eyes flashing with determination, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

He patted his chest and said in a loud voice: "I, Li Nezha, am willing to go! Although Huang Tianhua is strong, I will definitely be able to capture him, avenge the four generals of the Demon Family, and redeem the Shang Dynasty!"

Wen Zhong looked at Nezha, and although he was worried, he also knew that although Nezha was young, he possessed magical treasures such as the Qiankun Ring and the Hun Tian Ling, and he was brave and fearless, making him a rare and powerful pioneer.

He pondered for a moment, and said earnestly: "Nezha, Huang Tianhua is no small matter. He is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also has many spiritual treasures on him. You must be careful when you go there, and don't underestimate the enemy. This battle is not only about the glory of the Shang Dynasty, but also about the hatred of the four generals of the Demon Family. You must go all out and never underestimate the enemy."

Upon hearing this, Nezha's expression froze and he nodded solemnly.

He turned and looked at Huang Tianhua in the center of the battlefield, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit.

Wen Zhong looked at Yang Jian again and ordered, "Yang Jian, you must support Nezha and ensure his safety. If Nezha is in danger, you must help him in time. In addition, you must pay close attention to the situation on the battlefield and be ready to respond to emergencies at any time."

Yang Jian accepted the order, as he was fully aware of the importance and danger of this battle.

He nodded, looking firmly at the battlefield, ready to provide support to Nezha at any time. At the same time, he was secretly alert in case Huang Tianhua had any tricks or reinforcements.

Then, Nezha stretched out his body, turned into a stream of light, flew down, and came to the center of the battlefield.

He held the Qiankun Circle in his hand, and was wrapped in the Hun Tian Ling. His figure was as agile as a dragon, and his momentum was magnificent. His appearance immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the battlefield.

Huang Tianhua saw that it was a young boy who came to fight, and a disdainful smile immediately appeared on his face. He waved his two hammers and shouted loudly: "Why is there a little boy here? Hey, little boy, whose child are you from and why are you playing here?"

Nezha raised his right thumb and gently pointed at himself, "Open your dog eyes and take a good look. My name is Li Nezha! I will blow your dog head off in a moment to let you know what it means that there are always people better than you and there are always higher things better than you!"

"Li Nezha?" Huang Tianhua frowned slightly and said to himself, "I seem to have heard this name somewhere... Never mind, since you want to die, I will grant your wish!"

Upon hearing this, Nezha sneered and said, "Huang Tianhua, don't be so arrogant! I, Nezha, will definitely kill you today!"

He ignored Huang Tianhua's ridicule. He flashed and turned into a stream of light, rushing towards Huang Tianhua.

Huang Tianhua saw this and hurriedly swung his eight-edged silver hammer to fight back. The friction between the two hammers and the air was deafening, as if it was going to tear the entire battlefield apart.

Nezha held the Qiankun Ring in his hand, with the Hun Tian Ling wrapped around his waist, and his body was as agile as a dragon. He cleverly dodged Huang Tianhua's attack, and at the same time waved the Qiankun Ring to smash Huang Tianhua. The Qiankun Ring turned into a golden light in the air, and pounced on Huang Tianhua with the power to destroy the world.

Huang Tianhua snorted coldly and rushed forward waving the eight-edged silver hammer.

The hammer and the ring collided with a deafening sound. The two powerful forces collided in the air, as if they were going to swallow up the entire battlefield.

Nezha and Huang Tianhua were both shocked by this powerful force and took a few steps back.

In terms of power performance, the two seem to be evenly matched.

But Nezha was not discouraged.

He flashed and pounced towards Huang Tianhua again.

This time, the Qiankun Circle in his hand turned into countless golden lights, which smashed towards Huang Tianhua densely. Huang Tianhua saw this and hurriedly waved the Eight-edged Bright Silver Hammer to resist.

The hammers and circles intertwined in the air to form a dense net, as if covering the entire battlefield.

The battle between Nezha and Huang Tianhua was extremely fierce, and both of them used all their skills.

Nezha's Qiankun Circle and Hun Tian Ling work together perfectly, sometimes turning into golden light and sometimes turning into red silk to entwine.

Huang Tianhua's eight-edged silver hammer and Moye sword were not to be outdone. The hammer shadows and sword lights intertwined together, as if to engulf the entire battlefield.

In this thrilling battle, both Nezha and Huang Tianhua displayed amazing strength.

Nezha's Qiankun Circle seemed to have a spirit, always hitting Huang Tianhua's vital points accurately at the critical moment. And Huang Tianhua's eight-edged silver hammer was also extremely powerful, and every time it was swung, it seemed to smash the world into pieces.

However, as time went on, Nezha gradually gained the upper hand. His Qiankun Circle and Hun Tian Ling worked more and more tacitly, and his attacks became more and more fierce.

Although Huang Tianhua was extremely brave, he gradually felt overwhelmed by Nezha's powerful attack.

At this moment, Nezha suddenly turned the Qiankun Circle in his hand into a huge golden light and pounced towards Huang Tianhua.

Huang Tianhua saw this and quickly waved his Eight-edged Silver Hammer to block it. However, the speed of the Qiankun Circle was too fast and he couldn't resist it at all.

With a loud "bang", the Qiankun Circle accurately hit Huang Tianhua's chest.

Huang Tianhua was knocked back several steps by this blow, his face as pale as paper. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a huge stone weighing a thousand pounds was pressing on his heart.

He knew that he was injured.

Nezha did not give Huang Tianhua a chance to breathe.

He flashed and pounced towards Huang Tianhua again.

This time, the Hun Tian Ling in his hand turned into a red silk and entangled Huang Tianhua. Huang Tianhua saw this and hurriedly waved the Eight-edged Bright Silver Hammer to resist.

However, the speed of Hun Tian Ling was too fast and he could not resist it at all.

With a "whoosh" sound, the Hun Tian Ling had already wrapped around his body.

Huang Tianhua was entangled by the Hun Tian Ling and could not move. He felt his strength slipping away bit by bit.

Nezha sneered and was about to step forward to give him a fatal blow.

Suddenly, Huang Tianhua roared angrily and waved his hands. A heart-piercing nail flashing with cold light shot out instantly, like a meteor across the sky, and went straight towards Nezha.

The nail broke through the air with a sharp sound, and its speed was so fast that it was astonishing.

Fortunately, Nezha reacted very quickly. He dodged the fatal blow like a ghost.

The nail whizzed past and was just a millimeter away from piercing Nezha's heart, but it failed in the end.

Nezha escaped the disaster, but he was filled with rage.

He roared angrily, clenched the Qiankun Circle with both hands, and threw it fiercely. The Qiankun Circle turned into a golden light and flew towards Huang Tianhua with the power to destroy the world.

Huang Tianhua looked solemn when he saw this. He knew the power of Qiankun Circle very well and dared not neglect it. He waved his hands and an exquisite flower basket appeared in the air. The flower basket emitted a faint light, as if it contained infinite power.

Huang Tianhua intended to use the flower basket to take away the Qiankun Circle in order to eliminate Nezha's offensive.

However, is Nezha an ordinary person?

He was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He twisted his waist and the Hun Tian Ling flew out instantly, wrapping around the Qian Kun Ring like a spirit snake and holding it tightly in his hand.

The Hun Tian Ling seemed to have a spirit and was connected to Nezha's mind. No matter how Huang Tianhua urged the flower basket, he could not take the Qian Kun Circle away.

The battle between the two became more and more intense. Huang Tianhua and Nezha each displayed their magical powers and the fight was hard to determine.

Huang Tianhua swung his eight-edged silver hammer tightly, with heavy shadows, as if he was going to smash the heaven and earth. Nezha, relying on the magical power of Qiankun Circle and Hun Tian Ling, fought a desperate battle with Huang Tianhua.

The battlefield was filled with dust and smoke.

The figures of Huang Tianhua and Nezha appeared and disappeared in the smoke and dust, as if two gods of war were fighting fiercely between heaven and earth.

Each of their attacks contained earth-shaking power, leaving the surrounding soldiers stunned and terrified.

Nezha roared angrily and suddenly rose up like a flame in the wind, rushing straight towards Huang Tianhua.

The Qiankun Circle in his hand turned into a golden light and smashed towards Huang Tianhua with endless power. Huang Tianhua saw this and hurriedly waved the Eight-edged Bright Silver Hammer to resist.

The double hammers and the Qiankun Circle collided in the air, making a deafening noise. This time, it was Huang Tianhua who was shocked and retreated, while Nezha merely shook a little, and Nezha's attack did not stop there.

He twisted his waist and the Hun Tian Ling flew out instantly, wrapping around Huang Tianhua like a giant dragon. Huang Tianhua dodged hastily and waved the Eight-edged Silver Hammer to block. However, the Hun Tian Ling seemed to have a spirit and was always able to wrap around Huang Tianhua's body accurately, making it impossible for him to escape.

Obviously, as time went by, Nezha had gradually gained the upper hand. His Qiankun Circle and Hun Tian Ling cooperated more and more tacitly, and his attacks became more and more fierce.

Finally, in a fierce confrontation, Nezha found Huang Tianhua's weakness.

He roared, and the Qiankun Circle in his hand turned into a golden light and hit Huang Tianhua's chest accurately.

Huang Tianhua was knocked back several steps by this blow, spitting blood, his face as pale as paper, and hurriedly urged the Moye sword.

This ancient sword containing supreme divine power, when driven by its master, is like a silver dragon, tumbling and dancing in the air, emitting sharp white light.

The white light seemed to be able to penetrate everything and came straight towards Nezha, bringing with it a heart-pounding chill, as if it could take away the soul.

Facing the attack of Moye's sword, a trace of solemnity flashed in Nezha's eyes.

He knew very well the power of the Moye Sword and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

Nezha just waved his hands, and the Circle of Heaven and Earth came out, instantly splitting into thousands and turning into a huge golden shield, standing between him and the sharp white light.

The golden shield seemed to be able to swallow all the light, blocking the white light one by one and emitting a dazzling glow.

However, at this critical moment, Huang Tianhua took the opportunity to shoot out the heart-piercing nail.

This small and sharp hidden weapon drew a strange arc in the air, like a flash of lightning, and went straight towards Nezha.

Nezha was caught off guard for a moment, and when he reacted he could only barely dodge, but was still shot in the shoulder, and immediately felt a sharp pain spread throughout his body.

His soul was shaken and almost collapsed, as if it was about to be torn apart by this sudden attack.

However, Nezha was born into an extraordinary family after all, and his Taoism was far more advanced than the four generals of the Demon Family. He gritted his teeth, held back the gasp that was about to come out, and stabilized his spirit, and did not die like the four generals of the Demon Family.

After Nezha suffered a loss, he was furious. He widened his eyes and glared at Huang Tianhua, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

He simply made sword gestures with his hands, muttered something, and displayed the magical power of "one thought and the flower blooms, and you rule the world".

As his spell fell, melodious music seemed to sound between heaven and earth, and countless fairy flowers emerged in the void, and the flowers rained down, magnificent and incomparable. Those fairy flowers seemed to contain endless vitality and power, embellishing the entire battlefield like a dream.

In this gorgeous rain of flowers, countless figures of Nezha quietly emerged.

They rushed towards Huang Tianhua from all directions, and each figure seemed to be the real one, making it difficult to distinguish them.

Huang Tianhua was suddenly thrown into chaos. He waved his weapons and tried to resist these sudden attacks.

However, those figures of Nezha were like ghosts, able to freely transform between reality and illusion, appearing and disappearing, making him overwhelmed.

Although Huang Tianhua was extremely brave, he seemed a little overwhelmed by Nezha's powerful offensive.

He was hit hundreds of times, and his body seemed to be falling apart under the blows, with bones and tendons broken all over his body and unbearable pain.

However, he didn't want to give up just like that.

He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain in his body, and waved the weapon in his hand, trying to find Nezha's true body and deliver a fatal blow.

Nezha looked at Huang Tianhua's miserable condition and felt an indescribable pleasure in his heart.

He sneered and said, "Huang Tianhua, I let you sneak attack me. Today I will let you taste my power!"

After saying that, he waved the Qiankun Circle again, which turned into a golden light and went straight towards Huang Tianhua.

The golden light seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles, bringing with it a destructive force, making Huang Tianhua feel unprecedented pressure.

Huang Tianhua was shocked when he saw this, he knew that he was in a desperate situation.

However, he didn't want to just give up.

He took a deep breath, gathered all his strength, and waved the weapon in his hand, trying to resist Nezha's attack.

However, his power seemed so small and powerless under Nezha's violent attack.

In the end, Nezha knocked Huang Tianhua to the ground with a heavy blow.

Huang Tianhua lay powerlessly on the ground, watching Nezha approaching step by step, his heart filled with helplessness and despair.

He knew that he had been defeated by Nezha.

Just as the red light of the Hun Tian Ling was shining and was about to bind Huang Tianhua, the sky suddenly split open with two bright rays of light, and two immortals with immortal appearance and otherworldly appearance slowly descended.

One is Huang Tianhua’s master, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun. He is dressed in a plain robe, holding a whisk in his hand, with a look of kindness and majesty. The other is Nezha’s master, Taiyi Zhenren. He is dressed in a colorful Taoist robe, carrying a long sword on his back, with sharp eyes, and exuding an immortal aura that should not be underestimated.

When Taiyi Zhenren saw Nezha, he frowned and angrily scolded: "Nezha, Huang Tianhua is your uncle's disciple, how can you be so foolish! Quickly follow me back to the mountains to practice, and don't meddle in the trivial matters of the mortal world anymore!"

Nezha was slightly surprised when he heard this, but he still straightened his back stubbornly, with a determined light in his eyes, and replied: "Master, I can't go back with you now. My parents are fighting on the front line to defend their country. How can I stay out of it?"

Upon hearing this, Taiyi Zhenren sneered, his tone revealing a bit of disappointment and anger: "Traitor, don't you know that the one assisting Xiqi is someone from my Chan Sect?

Your master asked you to go back to the mountain gate with me, but now you dare to disobey my order!
Could it be that you want to be an enemy of your master?"

Nezha shook his head, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, but more of persistence: "Master, I did not intend to disobey, but when my country is in danger, how can I, as a loyal descendant, stand idly by? Master, please understand my painstaking efforts."

At this time, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun gently waved his whisk and interrupted, "Brother Taiyi, don't be angry. It seems that Nezha is determined to draw a clear line between himself and our Chan Sect..."

Hearing this, Taiyi Zhenren's eyes suddenly widened with anger, his face was as cold as frost, and there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes. He shouted angrily, his voice resounding through the sky like thunder, shaking the surrounding rocks: "Nezha! You evil creature, how dare you betray your master and destroy your ancestors, and do such a treasonous act! Do you know that you are trampling on the dignity of your master and betraying my painstaking efforts!
If you don't return to the right path and follow me back to the sect, I will personally clean up the sect and set things right, and I will never tolerate evil!"

After saying this, Taiyi Zhenren waved his sleeves, a strong wind arose, clouds and mist rolled, and the heaven and earth seemed to be shocked by his anger.

He gently waved the whisk in his hand, and a bright fairy light cut through the sky, pointing straight at Nezha, as if to pierce him.

Hearing this, Nezha's heart trembled violently, and guilt and fear instantly ran through his body like ice. His face was as pale as paper, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

He knew very well that what his master said was true. Behind him was an abyss. If he took a wrong step, he would be doomed.

However, he is more clear about his inner beliefs and pursuits.

He clenched his teeth and forced himself to remain calm. Although his voice was trembling slightly, every word was sonorous and powerful: "Master, although I feel guilty, we are on different paths and cannot work together.

I have no regrets about what happened today, and I will not compromise! Both my parents are fighting for Da Shang, how can I stay out of it?
Master, please understand my difficulties!"

After Nezha finished speaking, he clenched his fists, looked up at Taiyi Zhenren, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Li Jing and his wife stood on the towering city wall, their eyes fixed on the heart-wrenching scene in the distance.

Their beloved son was suffering from the severe rebuke from Master Taiyi.

The sunlight cast mottled shadows on their faces, but failed to dispel the lingering haze in their hearts.

Li Jing felt as if his heart was being weighed down by a heavy stone. Anxiety and worry intertwined into an invisible web that almost suffocated him.

Yin Shiniang's eyes were red, her hands were clenched tightly, her nails dug deeply into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

Taiyi Zhenren is a dignified Golden Immortal of the Chan teaching, but at this moment he stands in front of Nezha with an unprecedented stern attitude.

In addition to anxiety and worry, Li Jing's heart also contained a bit of guilt and regret.

He recalled that it was he who had personally sent his son down this path and made him become a disciple of Master Taiyi.

He originally thought that this was a bright road paved for his son, but he never expected that the hardships and tribulations involved were far beyond his imagination.

……

"The villain!"

Taiyi Zhenren sighed lightly and decided to take action himself. He brought Nezha back to the mountain gate and taught him strictly.

He flicked the dust lightly, and the three thousand dust threads seemed to come into life. They instantly grew longer and turned into colorful ribbons that intertwined in the air to form a huge net, covering Nezha.

When Nezha saw this, his expression suddenly changed. How could he surrender so easily?

So he kicked the ground hard and jumped up, trying to escape from the restraints.

However, is Taiyi Zhenren's whisk an ordinary thing?
The dust thread seemed to have spirituality. No matter how Nezha tried to dodge, it would always follow closely and eventually entangle him tightly.

Nezha was trapped inside, unable to move. He clenched his teeth and tensed all his muscles, trying to break free from the restraints with his physical strength, but the dust threads seemed to have spirituality and entangled him more tightly as he struggled, making him unable to move.

However, he did not give up resistance. With a stubborn light flashing in his eyes, he tried to use his two magic weapons - the Qiankun Circle and the Hun Tian Ling.

The Qiankun Circle, shining with golden light, contains the power to destroy the heaven and earth; the Hun Tian Ling, with its flying red silk, can bind all things and has endless changes.

Nezha silently chanted the spell in his heart, and saw the Qiankun Circle draw a dazzling golden light in the air. The Hun Tian Ling turned into a giant dragon, roaring and pouncing towards Taiyi Zhenren.

However, Taiyi Zhenren just snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and an invisible force instantly put the Qiankun Circle and Hun Tian Ling into his sleeves, as if they had never existed.

Seeing this, Nezha's face changed, and an unprecedented fear surged in his heart. He knew that his master was really angry this time.

Taiyi Zhenren walked slowly towards Nezha, and every step he took was on the void, as if he was walking on the clouds.

He stretched out a hand, palm down, pointing it at Nezha's head. That palm seemed to contain a power that was enough to destroy everything, causing the surrounding air to solidify.

"Evil disciple, do you know your mistake?" Taiyi Zhenren's voice was low and majestic, as if it came from the sky above, making Nezha's eardrums hurt.

Nezha clenched his teeth, his eyes gleaming with a gleam of unwillingness to admit defeat.

Taiyi Zhenren continued, "Nezha, although you made mistakes, I have decided to give you a chance to mend your ways, considering that you have good intentions and are very intelligent."

His tone was a little softer, but the majesty remained the same. "You need to follow me back to the mountain gate and reflect on your mistakes in seclusion until you truly understand what responsibility is, what it means to be accountable, and what destiny cannot be violated!"

There were only two words to answer him -

"Don't think about it!"

(End of this chapter)