Ne Zha: I Transmigrated Into the Demon-Hunting Squad and Beat Up Wuliang Xianweng

Reborn in Yuxu Palace and taking Boundless Immortal Elder as his master, Jiang Li was pinned down with nine God-Locking Nails from the start.

“Master says these are a miraculous remedy for suppressing demigod bloodlines?”

He chewed on the crane boy’s immortal bones, his double pupils reflecting the hundred thousand aquatic clansmen wailing inside the Heavenly Origin Cauldron.

When the ninth God-Locking Nail was pulled from his body, Jiang Li glimpsed a future in the pool of blood: his master kneeling at his feet.

That old bastard had the tenth Soul-Devouring Nail, forged by the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, stuck into the back of his neck.

He tore up the Investiture of the Gods, planted his foot on Boundless Immortal Elder’s head, and drove his Godslaying Spear through the thirty-third layer of heaven.

He tied Nezha’s Red Armillary Sash into a binding rope, and used Ao Bing’s dragon horn as an awl to pierce the Heavenly Origin Cauldron.

The most overworked demon catcher in Yuxu Palace had become the Three Realms’ greatest traitor.

“Who says a great calamity can’t be reversed?”

Jiang Li’s double pupils blazed with chaotic fire. The Godslaying Spear awakened its Dragon Emperor true form, and one thrust sent the Investiture Altar flying.

The Purple Sky divine lightning descending from the Ninth Heaven could not shatter his demigod body; the soul-locking formations laid across the four seas and eight wildernesses could not trap his temporal-spatial double pupils.

Just then, the Sea-Calming Needle in the East Sea began to tremble, and a certain monkey sent a voice transmission from afar: “Fellow Daoist, can I borrow your Godslaying Spear to poke a hole in the Celestial Court?”