Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 667 - 331: Return
As the Demon's massive body slowly rose from the magma, the cramped space was surrounded by splashes of magma everywhere. Chenxiang stood in the center, staring blankly at the scene before him.
Inexperienced as he was, he had seen the perils of the world. When the Demon tore off its disguised mask, what was revealed was a brutally real world, which left the always proud Chenxiang feeling quite despondent.
All because of a moment of misjudgment, he had released such a terrifying Demon, not knowing how many innocent people would suffer as a result.
The Demon, however, laughed heartily, very satisfied. After many years of planning, he had finally escaped. He looked down at Chenxiang, as insignificant as an ant, and let out a mocking smile, saying, "The affairs of the world are truly laughable. Your mother, following the command of the Emperor of Heaven, suppressed me under Mountain Hua. Little did she expect to be pressed under Mountain Hua herself for violating the Heavenly Stripes. The cycle of karma brings inevitable retribution. As for a fool like you, it's better not to leave you in this world. It's a good chance for me to take revenge for your mother sealing me back then."
The Demon, lost in his arrogance, freely expressed his resentment towards the Third Holy Mother, and his words were filled with insults. Chenxiang's veins bulged with rage, his eyes bloodshot, eager to fight the Demon to the death.
Unbeknownst to him, these words also reached the ears of Yang Jian, who was secretly listening nearby. As his most beloved sister, he could scold her himself, but hearing others insult her like this, how could he contain himself.
A terrifying aura instantly enveloped Mountain Hua. A tremendous pressure descended into the depths of the earth, and the Demon's arrogant laughter abruptly stopped, and in terror, he raised his head.
All of Mountain Hua seemed to be lifted up. The magma lake originally deep underground was suddenly exposed to broad daylight. A Giant stood, watching over the Demon and Chenxiang.
Three eyes filled with icy murderous intent. In that instant, the Demon was filled with fear. The pressure from the True Monarch of the Pure Origin Dao made him terrified to the core.
"Yang Jian!" The Demon muttered softly, swallowing, his expression absent. He hadn't expected that the War God of the three realms would be nearby. He had been preoccupied with venting his grudge against the Third Holy Mother, forgetting that a powerful brother stood behind her.
Compared to the Demon's fear, Chenxiang felt the person before him indescribably familiar. The overwhelming aura made him feel breathless. Seeing Yang Jian felt like seeing an entire world. If in front of the Demon Chenxiang felt like an ant, then in front of Yang Jian he felt like a mere speck of dust.
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The furious Yang Jian looked at the fierce-faced Demon. The third eye gleamed with the light of Thunder, and suddenly Thunder struck the Demon directly. This was the Thunderbolt for Subduing Demons, righteous and formidable, able to cause terrible damage to Demons, and even harm their Souls, thus being the bane of many Demons.
In an instant, countless thunders struck in the narrow area, and all Chenxiang could see in his vision were dazzling thunders. The bright light made his eyes sore, causing tears to flow from the corners of his eyes, forcing him to involuntarily close his eyes.
With his eyes closed, the thunderous roar continued to ring in his ears, deafening. Mixed within it was the Demon's scream, soon overwhelmed by the roar of the thunder.
When the thunder ceased, the once arrogant Demon was left gasping for breath. His face now bore a pleading look, and the sheer power of Yang Jian had left him in utter despair, devoid of any thoughts of resistance. He simply hoped for mercy from this noble being, asking for a quick end.
But the enraged Yang Jian could hardly let him have his way. Extending his hand, the massive Demon before him seemed no more than an ant, which he lightly lifted up. Behind him, the Six Brothers of Meishan then took the Demon away to the Heavenly Prison, where there were ways to deal with such a Demon.
Chenxiang quietly opened his eyes and witnessed this astonishing scene. The once invincible Demon was so easily captured by this Mysterious Figure, powerless to resist. This should have been a joyous occasion, but for some reason, Chenxiang couldn't feel any happiness.
Those three eyes were very familiar to him. It was this person who had captured his mother the same way he did today.
"Humph! What a disgrace, being toyed with by such a Demon. If I were you, I would rather smash my head on Mountain Hua." A majestic yet cold voice sounded in the air.
Upon hearing this, Chenxiang was furious, opened his mouth to retort but then heard the person continue, "Leave now, and do not let me see you set foot on Mountain Hua again, or I will take your life."
Suddenly feeling dizzy, Chenxiang found himself outside Mountain Hua. He felt very dejected as he wanted to ask about his relationship with this person, and where exactly his mother was being held on Mountain Hua.
But then, two joyful voices rang in his ears, "Brother Chenxiang, we are here."
Turning his head, he saw two little ones not far from him, hopping and shouting. He was very surprised; he had planned to rescue them after the Demon was dead but had not expected to see them here. He couldn't help asking, "I hadn't gotten a chance to rescue you. How did you get here?"
"A gentlemanly man rescued us, told us you were here, and then flew us over," they said.
"Yeah, riding on clouds, it felt like stepping on cotton, so comfortable. I wish I could also ride on clouds. Then I would definitely take brother Chenxiang flying everywhere," the two little ones chattered about their experience, making Chenxiang even more curious about the identity of that gentlemanly man.
