Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha Chapter 280 Crazy Girl

"Oh dear, my husband is buried in books. Tell , where else would you find a man from Sanshan Pass who doesn’t wield a sword and prefers to read all day? He’s such a delicate guy, can’t even ’catch a chicken’, and I can beat two of him while pregnant."

Deng Chanyu rolled her eyes at Leng An and said, "Didn’t he manage to keep you in line just like that?"

Leng An stuck out her tongue and smiled, "He’s actually quite nice and caring, but I still miss the old days when us ladies used to ride horses through the streets, how majestic we were. Now, it’s just you and a few others left in the army."

Deng Chanyu pulled the bowstring and shot another arrow. The vigorous energy from the bowstring’s tension and release brought a sharp whistle in the courtyard, directly splitting the tail of the previous arrow.

Only then did she smile with satisfaction, "Stop playing nice, quickly tell , what brings you here today?"

Leng An said, "I told you, you cannot hit !"

"Since you know that you might get hit for talking, it’s best you keep quiet." Deng Chanyu turned her head and picked up a long knife, its cold gleam startling Leng An to instinctively clutch her stomach and step back several paces.

Leng An said, "I don’t want to say it either, but my brother forced to co. Can you believe it? A grown man daring to charge at the front line on the battlefield, but doesn’t even dare to say half a word to you, and had to beg to test your feelings first."

"Your brother Leng Yi is quite skilled in both literature and martial arts, truly an outstanding figure of your cold family generation."

Deng Chanyu seed to never stay idle for a mont.

Since the peace across the land, she felt uneasy without the thrilling life of battles.

After spending half a month creating a longbow, she began to sharpen her knife again: "But I only see him as a brother, you go tell him, not to waste his efforts on ."

"Alright, I too feel my brother isn’t a match for you. But hey, boss, you are an adult now, haven’t you thought about matters between n and won?"

"Otherwise, I’ll have to chase you out."

"No, no, no, I won’t say anything more."

...

Night.

Deng Chanyu descended from the sky using Earth Style. By now, she had beco a cultivator, traveling across the Three Mountains and Five Mountains in a single day, traversing between heaven and earth as she wished.

Leaning against the red railing, dressed in white fluttering like a battle flag, she lifted a gilded wine jug, startling the stars and moonlight over the river with a bold gulp, her gaze revealing a free-spirit and unrestrained deanor.

"Nezha, that brat, who would’ve thought he’d beco a treacherous rebel? The next ti we et on the battlefield, I must take his head to make an offering to the flag."

Deng Chanyu thought of the front-line reports she saw during the day, Chan Sect’s Ju Liusun used the Binding Immortal Rope to break Zhao Jiang’s Earth Fiery Array.

Though Dong Tianjun used the Wind Roar Formation to kill Fang Bi, yet Xiqi had long gone to the Nine Tripods Iron Yi Mountain Eight Treasures Cloud Light Cave to fetch the Wind Stabilizing Pearl. The Cihai Daoist took it into the formation, turning Dong Tianjun into pus with the Pure Glass Bottle.

Breaking the Cold Ice Formation afterwards, Han Dulong and Xue Ehu surprisingly defected, stealing Xiqi’s provisions and joining Chengtang’s camp, which Nezha found unexpected upon hearing.

It was due to Ran Deng pushing too aggressively; had they remained in Xiqi, their lives would be at risk, forcibly included in the Investiture of the Gods, so they fled.

Ran Deng, though cold and angry on the surface, didn’t care much in the end.

In his view, it was better for those two useless people to join Chengtang’s camp, making it easier to kill them after defeating Chengtang’s army.

Master Puxian intervened to break the Cold Ice Formation.

Jie Sect’s Golden Light Saint Mother directed the Golden Light Array, turning Chan Sect’s Yuxu Palace disciple Xiao Zhen into ashes, later repelled by Guanchengzi in the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe, striking her dead with the Heaven-Overturning Seal.

In the Blood Transformation Array, Sun Liang killed the independent practitioner Qiao Kun from Wuyi Mountain’s White Cloud Cave, but was later killed by Master Taiyi.

By then, seven of the Ten Extres Formation arrays had been broken.

Deng Chanyu pinched her fingers, turning the docunt in her hand into ashes, murmuring, "The Ten Heavenly Monarchs are unreliable, the Grandmaster has deep foresight, it’s ti to find soone more capable."

"Naturally, the formations held by the Ten Heavenly Monarchs can kill an average Taiyi Golden Immortal, but the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect are extraordinary. As long as Master Wen isn’t foolish, he should have already sought other experts."

"Who!"

Deng Chanyu looked towards the sound, seeing a man in mystic robes suddenly appear in the courtyard.

If he was just handso, Deng Chanyu wouldn’t pay it any mind.

In this world, handso n and beautiful won are like the wild grass on the plains; mow them down today, and they will grow back tomorrow. Talent erges with each generation, but who will dominate is uncertain.

She was sure of one thing:

Though she hadn’t killed in a long ti, her senses were not dull.

The man had appeared in her courtyard, and she didn’t know for how long, but she didn’t notice.

If he wanted to kill her, he could do it anyti.

After realizing this, Deng Chanyu didn’t stop.

These years, in tens of large and small battles, almost every fight was seizing the weak to strike the strong, fighting higher realms with lower realms, and she won every ti.

An even stronger enemy, so what?

Her blade silently slid out instantly, her form turning into a breeze sweeping through the courtyard.

Just like her blade’s na:

A fleeting glimpse.

Three feet three inches long, weighing eight pounds and eight ounces, entirely silver-white, capable of severing hair with a breath, exceedingly sharp yet resilient, easily cleaving through heavy armor.

Nezha’s eyes shone with admiration.

Disregarding her realm, the martial arts hidden in her blade were superior to most cultivators he’d encountered, even renowned military generals.

Moreover, at sixteen with a fifth-grade Golden Core, her realm would make anyone admire her natural talent across the world.

Now appearing greatly changed, Deng Chanyu didn’t recognize him, which was normal, but he didn’t realize, even if recognized, Deng Chanyu might still slash at him.

The killing intent in that slash compared to now would be hard to asure.

With the blade’s glow, a bolt of lightning lit the night sky.

A massive flash divided the heavens, sweeping swiftly among tree shadows, and sliced the sky and water in two like a fear-inducing scimitar!

Nezha, holding a half-eaten apple, dodged the blade glow while taking another bite, strolling leisurely like he was in a garden pointing out the yard’s scenery.

"Sanshan Pass isn’t without a drill ground. Such a good courtyard, you’ve turned it into a training field, with only arrow targets and weapon racks, not a flower or bird in sight, what a pity."

"There were birds, but they also beca my arrow targets."

Deng Chanyu’s heart sank, realizing his ease and her inability to gauge his martial prowess, not that he outmatched her by realms, but pure speed surpassed her prized swift blade.

Yet she didn’t concede.

Thinking, "Whoever he is, maybe I will die here tonight."

Still, her face showed undisguisable excitent at the thought.

Nezha noticed, considering how the girl had grown, no longer the obedient one he’d held hands with exploring the Fire Eye Mountain Secret Realm, but spirited with daunting ’madness’.