Master of Kaidan-Chapter 496 He’s Dead!

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang...

The sound exploded atop the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield like rain battering on banana leaves, and what fell to the ground were clearly tiny fragments of wood, but Taiyi Zhenren felt the rebounding force from the shield and for a moment actually had the illusion that he was facing a "Metal Storm."

Of course, this was somewhat of an exaggeration. That "Metal Storm" was the final formation of Jie Sect’s Ten Absolute Formations, requiring hundreds of magical treasure-level firearms arranged in formation, shooting high-density metal streams from various angles. Each firearm’s position followed strict transitional rules, powerful enough to grind a Golden Immortal into dust. Due to the fact that enemies within the formation often died with their bodies unrecognizable, their flesh indistinguishable from the hail of metal bullets, it was also known as the Red Sand Formation. Compared to that, Nezha’s wooden bullets were naturally far inferior.

But if one were only talking about the shooting speed, these wooden bullets were already comparable to dozens of magical treasure-level firearms!

"But, after all, it is just wood!"

Taiyi Zhenren suppressed his shock and had already determined that Nezha must have had contact with someone from Jie Sect. With great hatred in his heart, he immediately urged the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield, releasing nine fire dragons that coiled toward Nezha’s wooden mech.

As soon as they appeared, the nine fire dragons swept away all the wooden bullets, then traced unpredictable arcs in the air, flying in different directions toward the wooden figure, while spitting Samadhi True Fire. Seeing this, Nezha gave a powerful flap of the wooden wings on his back, and the wooden figure flew high into the sky, leading the nine fire dragons in a classic air combat spectacle.

Taiyi Zhenren, witnessing the seemingly clunky wooden giant displaying agility that even nine fire dragons couldn’t match, felt his authority was being challenged. He reached over to his waist to swipe, and immediately a gleam of gold flashed from the Leopard Skin Brocade Pouch, and a solid gold brick fell into his hand.

Holding the brick, it felt extremely heavy, but as Taiyi Zhenren lifted it, its weight caused even the surrounding air to begin to twist.

With a whoosh, the gold brick shattered the air, and in that instant, the entire space seemed to turn to liquid, flowing from the front of the brick towards the back, propelling it even faster.

Nezha, while leading away the nine fire dragons, was still pondering how to teach Taiyi Zhenren a lesson when he suddenly felt a warning from the little wood, looked up, and saw a streak of golden light rushing toward him. Before his thoughts could translate into contemplation, he heard a cracking sound. The gold brick had struck the wooden giant, splitting it in half at the waist. Fortunately, the cockpit was adjusted in time, narrowly escaping disaster.

However, Nezha felt no sense of relief from this but was instead filled with intense anger. Every component of the wooden giant was a wood spirit he had carefully nurtured. Although they had not yet born spiritual awareness, he had invested much effort. How could he not be enraged when Taiyi Zhenren’s strike had killed three of them?

"Erhu! Xiaoyu! Bear! Aaaaahhhhh!"

Nezha let out a piercing scream, and the broken wooden figure in the sky quickly began to transform. Compared to its previous power-laden state, it had now turned into something filled with a sense of speed and beauty, looking somewhat like a cross between a shuttle and a dragon.

Taiyi Zhenren, seeing that Nezha dared to resist after taking a hit from the gold brick, pulled at something in his hand, and the Mixed Heaven Silk that Nezha had used to trap him was now in his grasp, he bellowed:

"Stubborn fool!"

With that said, the Mixed Heaven Silk swelled upon meeting the wind, instantly transforming into ten miles of crimson mist, completely enveloping Nezha.

For a moment, Nezha found himself in a situation with no way to the sky above or the earth below, trapped like a beast in a cage, filled with a sense of utter despair.

Taiyi Zhenren completely ignored Nezha’s feelings, continually shrinking the area of the Mixed Heaven Silk, not that he didn’t want to do it all at once, but having been in Nezha’s possession for ten years (sent into the womb), even as the original owner, he needed a bit of time to refine the silk before he could trap Nezha with it.

But this gradual narrowing of the silk’s range only intensified the sense of despair in Nezha’s heart.

"No, this can’t go on!"

Nezha gritted his teeth as his little mind immediately began to frantically consider his next steps. He still had plenty of wooden figures at his disposal, but those were originally created by him for fun, not to mention Li Jing was watching, there was no way he would let Nezha install any powerful weapons in them.

Thinking of blasting open the Mixed Heaven Silk, something even Feng Xue couldn’t make sense of, was sheer wishful thinking.

Just when despair seemed to rise as his available space became more constricted, a book suddenly appeared before Nezha. He slightly tilted his head and saw that the little piece of wood above him had returned to human form and was flipping through the "Trendy Woodworking Encyclopedia" left to him by his Master.

"Stop messing around, now is not the time..."

Nezha was about to say something when his eyes suddenly lit up, and the small wooden figure rapidly flipped through the Woodworking Encyclopedia in response to his thoughts. As pages after pages of blueprints and techniques flashed before his eyes, a spark of inspiration suddenly appeared in Nezha’s gaze. The wooden giant beneath him, along with the wreckage of parts shattered by golden bricks, seemed to come to life and, in an instant, broke apart and once more coalesced together by the power within him used for nurturing spiritual awakening. Six mechanical arms and the flight wings backpack behind him fused perfectly.

"You fiend, you still want to resist?" Taiyi Zhenren waved his hand forcefully downward, and the Mixed Heaven Silk suddenly tightened, but Nezha swung his arms with all his might, the golden bracelet that he constantly wore around his wrist flew out sharply and hit the Mixed Heaven Silk hard.

This collision didn’t manage to tear open the defenses of the Mixed Heaven Silk, but the golden bracelet didn’t stop there; it kept picking up speed, drawing an exaggerated arc in the otherwise tightening Mixed Heaven Silk.

At this moment, Nezha’s actions did not pause for a second; his six mechanical arms swiftly waved in front of him, dismantling the pages of the Trendy Woodworking Encyclopedia.

"I’ve read this Woodworking Encyclopedia dozens of times, and I’ve always found the difficulty and order of the woodworking techniques inside it strange. I thought it was the trend, but now I see..."

As the pages were rearranged with Nezha’s words, a sense of foreboding arose in Taiyi Zhenren’s heart, but it seemed too late to strike again. As the pages lined up anew, Nezha’s gestures in the air also changed.

His six arms, along with his own movements, underwent a transformation, exuding a certain rhythmic quality.

"Such a Wood Spirit isn’t nurtured but is born from the extreme mastery of a craft, an ingenious marvel. With the aid of this marvel, skill approaches the way of the Dao! Face this, the highest mystery of Mo Family’s Mechanical Techniques!"

Nezha didn’t know what this ultimate technique was called and had no time to name it, but he channeled all the anger from the death of his three Wood Spirits into his martial arts.

And then...

"Oh my God! How can you be so frail! What should I do! You can’t die! I didn’t want to kill you! Ahhhh..."

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