"Huh?"
As he looked at the burly man who showed no fear and was ready to face Nezha head-on, Li Jing was instantly filled with confusion.
What does this mean?
Are we going at it head-to-head right now?
Isn't he afraid of my son's fire-breathing?
No, that's not right!
Not right!
Something is definitely amiss!?
While Li Jing was pondering, Nezha had already begun fighting with the burly man.
Pfft!
Pfft!
Pfft!
Nezha's spearhead trembled wildly, as if a golden rooster was nodding its head in disarray.
The burly man was fearless as well, merely lifting his shield to block.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The collision between the spearhead and the shield made a crisp sound. That deity who was restrained by iron chains reappeared, emitting a piercing, heartbreaking wail as its chest muscles tensed.
"This!"
"This!"
Nezha didn't expect such a turn of events and his expression changed drastically, his eyes revealing a hint of hesitation.
