Journey to the West: Great Saint Equal to Heaven-Chapter 1346 - 490: Is There Really No One Left in the Demon Realm?

Chapter 1346: Chapter 490: Is There Really No One Left in the Demon Realm?

If any other Supreme dared to speak to the Fiendgod of Flame like this, he would definitely slap them to death without a second thought.

But, who is the person before him? It’s the descendant of the newly ascended Heavenly Emperor.

Moreover, Wang Teng is greatly favored by Wang Xi.

If Wang Teng were to speak ill of him in front of Wang Xi, Wang Xi would truly become dissatisfied with him, even chastise him.

If Wang Teng kept adding fuel to the fire, Wang Xi might even become hostile towards him, which might ultimately harm him.

The evil demons of the Demon Realm, their nature is something the Fiendgod of Flame is all too familiar with; cold and heartless do not suffice to describe them.

In the hearts of these people, emotions do not exist.

Even the most trusted subordinates aren’t fully believed; any mistake could lead to eternal damnation.

Therefore, the Fiendgod of Flame truly dared not say anything.

Seeing his silence, Wang Teng and Nezha engaged in a fierce battle, fighting intensely.

Nezha appeared to be crazy, but his moves were rather deliberate; he hadn’t unleashed his full power, instead suppressing himself for a lethal strike.

Boom.

Finally, Nezha suddenly exploded with power and launched an attack.

His aura surged, filled with murderous intent, various techniques poured out.

Thud.

Wang Teng was slain, completely unguarded.

Whether in terms of actual combat strength or battle awareness, he was far inferior to Nezha and was directly killed by him.

Wang Teng died, while the Fiendgod of Flame watched coldly from the side.

He could have assisted, but had no intention to do so.

Mainly because Wang Teng’s earlier attitude offended him, he was happy to see Wang Teng die.

"Now it’s our turn," Nezha stared at the Fiendgod of Flame, his gaze wild and untamed.

"You want a one-on-one fight with me?" the Fiendgod of Flame asked mockingly, his eyes full of disdain.

Nezha is very strong, but compared to him, there’s still quite a gap.

If it were Yang Jian or that monkey, perhaps the Fiendgod of Flame wouldn’t dare be careless.

But a mere Nezha didn’t concern him.

"You afraid?"

Nezha asked.

"Hehe." The Fiendgod of Flame laughed, a look of disdain flashing in his eyes, and said, "Since you’re courting death, I’ll oblige you."

As his words fell, the Fiendgod of Flame moved.

His right arm swelled, grasping a Demon Blade in his hand, directly chopping towards Nezha.

The bloody blade light rolled forward, crashing down like a tsunami.

Nezha changed, but did not dodge. Behind him was the Heavenly Court’s army, and avoiding it would certainly spell disaster for them.

Now the only choice was to block the attack.

Nezha exhibited his three heads and six arms, using six weapons to charge ahead.

The blade light was blocked, but Nezha also retreated, a large gash appeared on his body, blood gushing out.

This infuriated Nezha, he howled towards the sky, and charged forward aggressively.

"A petty trick."

The Fiendgod of Flame looked down at Nezha, his face full of disdain.

Boom.

The Fiendgod of Flame swung the Demon Blade, the blade aura rolling forward, sweeping Nezha away.

He gave a light shout, directly swinging the Demon Blade towards Nezha’s head.

This was intended to execute Nezha, utterly annihilating him.

Unfazed, Nezha stared at the Demon Blade, launching an attack.

Their mana surged between them, Immortal Light and Demonic Qi clashed, producing a sizzling noise. Their power was truly fearsome, engaged in a dreadful confrontation.

But it was clear Nezha was at a disadvantage, unable to match the Fiendgod of Flame.

However, it wasn’t so easy for the Fiendgod of Flame to kill Nezha either.

They battled for over a hundred moves, the Fiendgod of Flame also sustained injuries, Nezha’s desperate combat style unnerved him.

Everyone could see that though Nezha was at a disadvantage, the Fiendgod of Flame was unable to kill him at the moment.

Moreover, if Nezha found an opportunity, it wasn’t impossible for him to take down the Fiendgod of Flame either.

At this moment, Nezha, even at the cost of injury, was determined to tear a piece of flesh from the Fiendgod of Flame.

The Fiendgod of Flame was unnerved, his eyes on Nezha filled with anger.

This was a madman, more demonic than the demon spirits among them, completely disregarding consumption, just fighting desperately.

"Haha."

Nezha laughed, growing braver with battle.

The Fiendgod of Flame became increasingly cautious, realizing the opponent was employing a suicidal combat style.

He did not wish to die. It mainly wasn’t worth it.

Nezha’s power was less than his, he should be defeating Nezha with little cost, not being pushed to mutual destruction by Nezha.

"Kill."

Though the Fiendgod of Flame’s intent to kill grew stronger, his moves became more cautious.

He didn’t want to be taken down by Nezha, intended to drain Nezha’s mana and then seize the chance to execute a fatal hit.

"Hehe."

Nezha sneered, clearly understanding the opponent’s intention; instead of restraining himself, his attacks grew more fierce.

The Fiendgod of Flame also began to get injured, making him more cautious.

"Waste."

A cold snort echoed, the Fiendgod of Flame shuddered, knowing it was Wang Xi’s voice.

Clearly, Wang Xi was also watching the battle unfold here.

The Fiendgod of Flame’s face turned scarlet, about to recklessly fight.

At this moment, a powerful Qi appeared, surrounding Nezha.

As the Fiendgod of Flame instantly retreated, showing a respectful demeanor.

Nezha trembled slightly, his eyes on the newcomer, knowing who had arrived.

Wang Xi, the newly ascended Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Realm.

The opponent had actually taken personal action. Nezha was both nervous and couldn’t help but sneer.

"Looks like the Demon Realm truly is out of people, even the Heavenly Emperor must act personally. How fortunate I, Nezha, am." Nezha laughed, his expression filled with disdain.

Wang Xi appeared, his massive pressure enveloping everyone.

The army of the Demon Realm all knelt, even the Fiendgod of Flame did the same, knelt there without a word.

As the strongest beneath the Heavenly Emperor, in front of the true Heavenly Emperor, he held no arrogance.

The mighty figures of the Heavenly Court were tense, but their eyes filled with defiance.

So what about the Heavenly Emperor? Haven’t they in the Heavenly Court killed one before?

Although Wang Xi is an Emperor-level figure, the newly ascended Supreme Overlord of the Demon Realm, he couldn’t make the strong ones of the Heavenly Court cower.

"Nezha, you trespassed into my Demon Realm, slaughtered my strong ones, deserving of death." Wang Xi said flatly, directly sentencing Nezha to death.

Nezha laughed, his voice dripping with scorn.

"Wang Xi, if you can kill me, then do it, why say so many useless things? We are enemies by nature, what crap sin is there? You, as the Supreme Overlord of the Demon Realm, are even more hypocritical than a false gentleman, truly laughable, come on, make your move." Nezha laughed, at the same time, he telepathically communicated with Taiyi Heavenly Venerate and the others, telling them to retreat when Wang Xi attacks, and that he would hold Wang Xi off.

Taiyi Suffering Heavenly Venerate was moved, wanting to dissuade Nezha.

But Nezha looked at him firmly, signaling him not to speak.

"Hehe."

Faced with Nezha’s words, Wang Xi remained unmoved.

He brought his hand down, immense mana surged, intending to crush Nezha.

"Kill."

Nezha manifested his dharmic form, showcasing his strongest state, going all out to desperately block Wang Xi.