Chapter 80: Dead Enemies Are Good Enemies
The disciples of Purple Dragon Island were ready to set off. Yu Ding and Daoxing Venerable exchanged a glance, having fought their way here with great effort, never expecting this turn of events.
They naturally did not want West Sea Purple Dragon Island to gain the upper hand. However, as mentioned before, West Sea Purple Dragon Island was powerful, and who knew what gains would come of this journey. It would be unwise to make enemies with West Sea Purple Dragon Island over this.
At this moment, Yu Ding sighed and said, "Upholding the righteous way and eliminating demons is our duty. If my disciple Yang Jian were here, he would undoubtedly lead the charge without hesitation.
However, fortunately, in this generation of Chan Sect disciples, there is more than one. Nezha, on this journey, accompany the senior brothers and sisters of Purple Dragon Island, firstly to look out for each other, and secondly, not to fall behind. Do you understand?"
Hearing this, and seeing the unclear expression, whether of encouragement or threat, in the eyes of the two seniors, Nezha immediately understood. This meant he was to risk his life competing against these dozen or so cultivators from Purple Dragon Island, not only to compete but to win, and then to hand over everything he obtained to this so-called ’sect’.
How shrewd and shameless!
Nezha sighed. Under a roof, one might have to bow or otherwise get their head broken unless it was hard enough to poke a hole through the roof.
He instinctively touched his head, having left Chentang Pass, away from Sister Cuiyu, and changed the small whip on his head to a Taoist style bun.
Nezha nodded in agreement, and then, surprisingly, Yu Ding spoke something human, "This Demon Lord, called Iron Emperor, although full of sins and deserves death, is indeed very skillful. The Black Iron Temple he left behind must be fraught with danger. Your cultivation is low, so I grant you three sword talismans, use them in this manner to help you slay enemies."
With that, three yellow talisman papers floated out from Yu Ding’s sleeve into Nezha’s hand.