Wen Zhong tilted his head to dodge, and the Heavenly Creation Pearl smashed onto the ground behind the Mo Qilin with a resounding crash.
Clearly growing desperate, Wen Zhong infused all his mana into the remaining four Heavenly Creation Pearls, and they shot out one by one—whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Nezha sneered and curled his lip. "You old geezer, what kind of nonsense baseball rules are you playing at?!"
Effortlessly swatting the shabby pearls away, Nezha grabbed his staff and charged forward, beating the century-old Wen Zhong to a pulp before walking away refreshed and satisfied.
Nezha wasn't the kind to hold grudges; he preferred to settle scores on the spot. Besides, this time it was Wen Zhong who made the first move. "I call this self-defense retaliation!"
Over in South Capital, nothing much was happening, so Nezha decided to head back to the underworld.
And as for why—this leads inevitably to the discussion of the Divine Skill, "One Qi to Three Pure Ones."
