Watching Nezha, the story of Nezha's suicide in the Investiture of the Gods brought tears to my

"It's probably a magical artifact we might acquire in the future, since my nephew hasn't even been born yet!"

That was the only explanation Yang Jian could offer.

However, he has already completed his apprenticeship for a long time, so no one should be giving him any magical treasures anymore!

He himself doesn't know how to refine magical artifacts.

Just when everyone was confused.

The dog, Xiaotian, who was fast asleep in its kennel nearby, seemed to sense something amiss.

He groggily raised his head, his eyes still heavy with sleep, and looked at the imposing, billowing cloak. Instantly, he snapped awake.

"My blanket!"

That flowing cloak looks so much like his blanket!

The Celestial Hound stared wide-eyed at the Sky-Waving Cloak, muttering something under its breath.

He then slapped himself: "Am I still half asleep? How could such a powerful magical artifact be my blanket? And my master used it for fighting?"

...

The world of Investiture of the Gods.

Nezha and the Twelve Golden Immortals, who were watching from the sidelines, witnessed the shocking scene of the cloak waving in the sky. While they were wondering about it, they suddenly felt a chill and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for Chenxiang.

After all, Chenxiang was about to face Yang Jian, the most powerful general in the army that was fighting against King Zhou!

Although Yang Jian is not as ferocious and bloodthirsty as Nezha, Yang Jian's strength is both strong and stable!

Basically, Yang Jian rarely loses a battle!

Now Yang Jian has even used a magic weapon that no one has ever seen before.

This further shrouded Yang Jian's already formidable strength in an air of mystery!

That God of Justice, Yang Jian, is probably already incredibly powerful!

Nezha frowned, his eyes filled with worry, and muttered to himself:

"I've never seen Yang Jian use this magic weapon before. Judging by its power, it must be extraordinary."

"Moreover, he still has so many powerful moves he hasn't used yet. It seems that Chenxiang is likely to be in grave danger this time!"

Master Yu Ding looked at Yang Jian curiously: "Disciple, when did you get this magic weapon? Didn't your master give it to you?"

Nezha grew increasingly anxious as he watched, and couldn't help but turn to Yang Jian and shout:

"You're so wicked, Yang Jian! That's your own nephew! How could you be so cruel and vicious? No wonder people say that you beat your uncle when you were a nephew, and now that you're an uncle, you beat your nephew!"

Nezha was so angry that his face turned red, and he put his hands on his hips, looking as if he was about to rush up and argue with Yang Jian at any moment.

However, the battlefield situation was tense at the time, and he could only watch anxiously as he gazed worriedly at Chenxiang, who was in the eye of the storm.

Yang Jian watched this scene in silence.

He didn't understand why he would hit his nephew. Even if his sister had an affair with a mortal, he wouldn't have been too upset!

Why did I become a villain who breaks up other people's families?

...

[Agarwood was about to be completely enveloped by the Sky-Waving Cloak.]

[Then, Chenxiang, riding the little white dragon, vigorously wielded his mountain-splitting axe, easily cutting a gash in the Sky-Splitting Cloak!]

At the same time, several wounds appeared on Yang Jian's back, causing him great pain and fear!

[Chen Xiang fought with increasing ferocity, while Yang Jian merely unleashed his Heavenly Eye Divine Power once more.]

His supernatural ability of seeing the heavens was quickly broken by Chenxiang using the Mountain-Splitting Axe.

At this point, Yang Jian was completely defeated by Chen Xiang!

[Chenxiang ignored the defeated Yang Jian and raised his axe to chop at Mount Hua: "Mother, I'm here! Ah!"]

[Under Chenxiang's immense power, Mount Hua was cleaved in two, Yang Jian's palace was shattered, and the Third Princess was successfully rescued!]

...

All the immortals in the heavens were stunned to see Yang Jian defeated so easily.

The once majestic and arrogant Erlang Shen, who had just been waving his mysterious Sky-Sweeping Cloak, failed to display the expected world-destroying aura.

He didn't even use spells like the Law of Heaven and Earth or the Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques!

It is well known that the reputation of Yang Jian, the God of Justice, is legendary. He achieved sainthood in his physical body, possesses numerous magical treasures, and has powerful magic. He even dared to challenge the Heavenly Court and has always been considered an invincible figure in the hearts of the people.

We lost just like that!

All the celestial beings gaped open, their mouths agape as if they could fit an egg inside, their faces filled with disbelief.

"How can this be?"

"really!"

"Yang Jian clearly didn't use his full strength!"

"Oh—! So Yang Jian held back!"

"No, this isn't just releasing water, it's releasing the entire ocean!"

The immortals seemed to awaken from a dream.

Indeed, given Yang Jian's consistent strength and reputation, he possesses numerous supernatural powers and magical treasures.

If they exert all their strength, Agarwood would never have such an easy chance of winning.

They might have died eight hundred times over!

During the battle, Yang Jian unleashed what appeared to be an incredibly powerful Sky-Sweeping Cloak, but it actually had no effect whatsoever!

Moreover, he did not use many of his more powerful spells and killing moves.

...

The world of Journey to the West.

Sun Wukong watched as Yang Jian was defeated.

His hands, which had been scratching his head and cheeks, stopped abruptly. He jumped up from the stone bench in shock, his eyes wide with unease as he watched the scene unfold.

"What...what's going on?"

"I thought his Sky-Waving Cloak was so powerful, how could he be defeated so easily? What about his other magic weapons? Why didn't he use any of them?"

Sun Wukong's eyes were full of doubt and curiosity.

The little monkeys were chattering away non-stop.

"Something's not right! This Yang Jian is strange!"

"When Yang Jian fought the Great King, it was earth-shattering! Their Heaven and Earth Transformation Techniques were hundreds of feet high!"

"Yes, that was a fierce battle!"

"And then there was the magical duel later on. Erlang Shen's Eight-Nine Arcane Arts and Golden Bow and Silver Bullets really gave the King a hard time. Why don't you need to use any of them now?"

"He fixed the match! He rigged the match!"

"This is outrageous! We were so looking forward to it, and this guy is throwing the match!"

Then he suddenly realized what he meant, couldn't help but chuckle, scratched his head, sat down again, and said with a smile:

"Hehe! I knew it! How could Yang Jian be defeated so easily? It turns out he deliberately let him win."

"He's my own nephew after all! I really didn't think you'd become the villain!"

"However, I, Old Sun, would also like to have a good look at your Sky-Waving Cloak!"

Sun Wukong's eyes held a hint of mockery, as if he had seen through Yang Jian's thoughts.

The world of the Lotus Lantern, Mount Hua.

Both Chenxiang and the Third Holy Mother showed expressions of surprise.

Although Chenxiang saw that he had gone through hardships and his strength had greatly increased.

But seeing Erlang Shen, who was once so powerful that he despaired, so easily defeated by him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disorientation.

The Holy Mother gently covered her mouth; she couldn't believe her brother had been defeated so easily!

Then, Chenxiang gazed at Yang Jian in the sky, a mocking smile unconsciously appearing on his face, and said:

"Uncle, I thought you were so powerful, but I didn't expect you to be so easily defeated. It seems that rescuing my mother is not a difficult task for me!"

His tone was full of youthful arrogance and pride.

Upon hearing this, the Third Holy Mother's expression changed drastically, and she shook her head angrily, saying:

"You child, how can you be so insensible! Can't you see that he was holding back?"

The Third Holy Mother's eyes were full of reproach, and her voice rose slightly with anxiety.

Chenxiang was slightly taken aback, and the smile on her face instantly froze: "Mother, what do you mean? I clearly defeated my uncle head-on! I even broke his strongest magic weapon, the Sky-Waving Cloak!"

"..." The Holy Mother of the Three Kingdoms was speechless for a moment.