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Inside the Lingxiao Palace, the atmosphere was tense. The Jade Emperor sat high upon his dragon throne, his expression dark and brooding. Nezha, wielding the Flame-Tipped Spear, glared with fury. Erlang Shen stood quietly to the side, his gaze deep and inscrutable, revealing no emotion. An invisible pressure spread among the three.
" Erlang Shen, do you truly intend to oppose the Heavenly Court?" The Jade Emperor's voice was low and authoritative, tinged with barely concealed anger.
Erlang Shen stepped forward and clasped his hands in respect. "Your Majesty, Wukong is not a demon; everything he does is to shatter this hypocritical order and restore true justice to the mortal realm." His tone was calm but carried an undeniable firmness.
"Absurd!" Nezha shouted, pointing the Flame-Tipped Spear at Erlang Shen. " Erlang Shen, have you also been bewitched by that demon monkey? He disrupts the order of the Heavenly Court and deserves death!"
Erlang Shen shook his head slightly and turned his gaze to Nezha. " Third Prince, you are too young to see the truth in this matter. The Heavenly Court is not as righteous as you imagine."
Nezha laughed in anger. " Erlang Shen, are you plotting rebellion?" The Flame-Tipped Spear in his hand blazed with fierce flames, as if ready to erupt at any moment.
At that moment, a tremendous roar shook the heavens and earth as the doors of Lingxiao Palace were violently flung open by an overwhelming force. As the dust settled, Wukong appeared before them. Clad in black armor and wielding the Golden-Banded Staff, his eyes were sharp like those of a war god.
"I have arrived!" Wukong bellowed, pointing the Golden-Banded Staff at the Jade Emperor. "Today, we shall settle five hundred years of grievances!"
A fierce battle was about to erupt. Wukong faced off against both Erlang Shen and Nezha in an intense clash. The Golden-Banded Staff swung powerfully while the Flame-Tipped Spear danced through the air; the three figures intertwined within Lingxiao Palace, stirring up gusts of wind. The Jade Emperor sat on his throne, his expression growing darker.
The fight raged on for a long time without resolution. All three were seasoned warriors with comparable strength. Wukong's Golden-Banded Staff struck with immense force; Nezha's Flame-Tipped Spear was agile and unpredictable; Erlang Shen's techniques were steady and practiced. They exchanged blows fiercely, plunging the palace into chaos as golden light flickered and flames soared high, with thunderous sounds of combat echoing through the skies.
In the midst of battle, Erlang Shen subtly signaled to Wukong and Nezha. Their techniques shifted as they united to attack the Jade Emperor. Caught off guard, he was pushed back several steps by their overwhelming power. However, they did not pursue further but instead halted and quietly watched him.
The Jade Emperor looked at the three before him with a complex expression, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes. He surveyed the disarray of the palace around him—the scattered treasures and damaged furnishings—seemingly silent witnesses to his failures.
“I… was wrong…” The voice of the Jade Emperor was low and hoarse, tinged with a hint of regret. He slowly rose, descended from the Dragon Throne, and removed the crown from his head. “I announce my abdication.”
Inside Lingxiao Palace, there was a profound silence. Everyone was stunned by the Jade Emperor's actions.
Wukong put away the Golden-Banded Staff and looked at the Jade Emperor, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes. He turned and walked over to Nezha and Erlang Shen. The three exchanged knowing smiles, understanding everything without words.
Bai Ling sat at her computer, her fingers flying over the keyboard. She meticulously recorded every detail of this earth-shattering final battle, striving for perfection in every word and action.
“Wukong, Erlang Shen, Nezha joined forces to overthrow the reign of Heaven…” Bai Ling whispered as she read her own writing, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. She knew she was creating a new legend. With one final keystroke, Bai Ling pressed the enter key.
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