Jiang Ziya finally saw the clue from the golden light of national Luck protecting Zi Shou, but it was too late for him to stop it now.
Nezha, influenced by the 1,700 killing tribulations, had always been known for being disobedient and unruly.
He also saw the golden light protecting Zi Shou, and sneered, saying, "Tyrant, the whole world doesn't obey you. How much national Luck can protect you? Die!"
Killing intent surged in his eyes, and the divine fire on his Fire Tipped Spear grew another foot.
The next instant.
The Fire Tipped Spear and the golden saber collided.
Boom!
Nezha, who had been confident of victory, was horrified to find that everything suddenly turned deep red before his eyes.
He was shocked to discover that a mysterious power surged from all directions, instantly extinguishing the Six Ding Divine Fire on his body. At the same time, this power ignored all his magical defenses, invading his Purple Mansion Primordial Spirit with destructive force.
His entire body's magical power instantly became restless and no longer obeyed his commands.
The powerful backlash instantly caused him severe injuries.
As an Immortal, he naturally knew what this was.
Human Realm's Luck backlash, Mortal World calamity upon him!
"Wh-…"
Nezha screamed in horror, but only managed to utter one word before Zi Shou's free hand slapped him.
Crack!
Nezha's cheek immediately swelled by three inches from the slap.
Zi Shou chuckled and said, "I know you all are not convinced."
"However, I specialize in treating all kinds of insubordination."
After speaking.
Three more slaps landed, each heavier and faster than the last.
He didn't use any magical power, relying entirely on his physical strength.
Indeed, with each slap, a mysterious power immediately returned, increasing his strength by more than three times.
Strength, too, could be returned multiple times over.
Nezha, at this moment, not only had no magical power to protect him but was also suffering the pain of the Mortal World calamity's erosion. How could he withstand it? He fainted on the spot.
Zi Shou casually picked up Nezha.
Sitting on his horse, with the golden saber pointed diagonally at the feudal lords before the city, he spoke calmly with an air of looking down upon the world:
"Who else?"
Although his empire now only consisted of Chaoge City, the System had just blessed Chaoge with ten years of prosperous national Luck.
Within a hundred-mile radius around Chaoge, no Celestial Gods could attack him.
Otherwise, they would be like Nezha, instantly suffering the Mortal World calamity entering their bodies. At best, their magical power would instantly vanish; at worst, Karma would befall them, leading to death in a killing tribulation.
If Celestial Gods didn't make a move, then if Mortals wanted to take Chaoge, his room for maneuver would be much greater.
As long as he had enough check-in time, he would sooner or later reclaim the world, making these Celestial Gods kneel before him and sing praises of surrender.
Before Chaoge City.
It was deathly quiet.
Among the West Qi Allied Forces, all the Celestial Gods retreated several steps in unison, quickly restraining all their magical power, even withdrawing their Divine Thought.
Mortals were not afraid of Luck.
But they were!
For a time.
The West Qi Allied Forces, which had been overflowing with Immortal light and Divine Might like the wind, suddenly lost most of their Aura and became unremarkable.
Beside Jiang Ziya.
Yang Jian gasped, "National Luck protection? That Tyrant's empire is only Chaoge City, yet his protective national Luck is still so formidable? It can trigger the Mortal World calamity to instantly subdue Nezha."
The Celestial Gods were extremely wary of and hated the Human Realm's Luck precisely because the Human Realm's Luck was formless and immaterial. Even Celestial Gods could at most discern a little through the method of observing Qi.
But before the Luck backlash occurred, Celestial Gods could not discern the depth of the Luck.
This once made Celestial Gods dare not approach Jiuzhou of the Human World, fearing that they would accidentally suffer the Mortal World calamity backlash, losing thousands of years of Dao cultivation in an instant.
However, one thing was certain.
The stronger the Luck, the stronger the backlash. When the Luck was reduced to only one city, the backlash from the Mortal World calamity would at most cause Celestial Gods to be momentarily dazed.
This had always been an incident that never had an accident.
However, Nezha, at the Peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, was instantly subdued.
Yang Jian looked at Jiang Ziya and said, "Junior Martial Uncle, should this Disciple try again?"
Jiang Ziya's face was ashen. He had the urge to order a full army assault, confident that no matter how powerful Zi Shou was, he was still just a Mortal, and could be overwhelmed by sheer numbers.
But the imperial decree he received was not to destroy Chaoge, but to destroy the Human King.
As long as Zi Shou's heart did not die, the Human King's Legacy would still exist. Even if he killed Zi Shou, he would not be able to fulfill his Master's imperial decree.
He waved his hand, saying unwillingly, "No. Luck backlashes on Celestial Gods, and the higher the Realm, the heavier the backlash. You have already entered the Golden Immortal Dao of Immortality. If you act within Chaoge's Luck, you will only be more severely injured than Nezha."
"All forces retreat. Wait until I understand what has happened before proceeding."
The retreat horn sounded in the West Qi Allied Forces, and the army retreated all the way, finally stopping when they left the range of Chaoge's Luck.
Jiang Ziya calculated with his fingers and found that Chaoge's Luck actually covered a hundred-mile radius, which made his face even more unsightly.
"Quickly send scouts into Chaoge to thoroughly investigate what exactly happened in Chaoge."
...
Chaoge City.
Zi Shou, holding Nezha in one hand and Jiang Wenhuan in the other, entered the city amidst the cheers of all the soldiers.
The Fang Xiang and Fang Bi brothers rushed over, their faces streaked with excited tears, saying, "Your Majesty, your humble servants congratulate you on your victory!"
Zi Shou threw Nezha and Jiang Wenhuan to the two brothers, and said calmly, "Imprison them. Have someone watch Jiang Wenhuan; don't let him die."
Fang Xiang immediately bowed with clasped fists, saying, "Yes!"
The surrounding soldiers cheered again, and even the city's common folk lined the streets to congratulate the King on his victory.
For the common folk in Chaoge City, it didn't matter to them how the people of the world cursed the King.
The King in their eyes, although he had killed many ministers, was extremely good to his people.
Anything delicious, useful, or novel would be shared with the city's common folk.
Outside Chaoge, those inventions supposedly created by the West Qi's wise lord, the common folk of Chaoge knew perfectly well that they were all created by the King. What did they have to do with Ji Chang, who was afraid of death and sent his son to take the blame?
Even in the King's most decadent years, he never mistreated the city's common folk in the slightest.
Because of this, the city's common folk did not open the gates and surrender the city as in the original Investiture of the Gods fate when the West Qi Allied Forces arrived.
Zi Shou waved his hand, dismissing the common folk, and went straight back to his sleeping quarters.
It wasn't until he returned to his sleeping quarters that he suddenly raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself, "Did I forget something? Never mind, I'm a Tyrant, it's normal for me to be forgetful."
Chaoge South Gate.
On top of the towering city gate tower.
Shang Rong, at ninety-five years old, looked in the direction of the sleeping quarters, his old tears streaming down, saying, "Your Majesty, please let this old minister down."
...
Sleeping quarters.
The Nine-tailed Fox demon looked at Zi Shou, who had returned to the inner palace, with a shocked expression.
She had secretly followed to watch the battle in front of the city earlier, and at this moment, the shock in her heart was beyond words.
"Your Majesty!"
She nervously looked at the man she had been with for over twenty years, realizing for the first time that she had never truly seen through him.
Could it be that all the previous self-abandonment, decadence, and incompetence were all a disguise?
Just for this moment today?
Zi Shou didn't care what the Nine-tailed Fox was thinking; he stepped forward and embraced her.
"I said, I haven't had enough fun today."
He domineeringly tore open the Nine-tailed Fox's luxurious palace dress, not giving her any chance to object.
He had to always remember his original intention: to be a good Tyrant.
Then go scatter the ashes of all the Celestial Gods.
