"Die!"
Nezha's enraged roar tore through the air as the Fire-tipped Spear glowed brilliantly, a strand of Heavenly Fire burning at the tip, embodying Nezha's rage filled with utter hatred. With a thrust, the spear pierced through Li Jing's forehead, nailing him alive to the South Heavenly Gate.
Bang!
Flesh exploded, the Primordial Spirit extinguished—Li Jing did not even leave his Primordial Spirit behind as he met his tragic death under Nezha's spear. Nezha stood, dumbstruck, watching Li Jing die by his hand, tears uncontrollably streaming from his eyes.
When one's heart dies, that is the truest of tragedies.
At this moment, this was Nezha's state of being; he had personally ended Li Jing's life. Regardless of whether Li Jing had intended to kill him, the sin of patricide had been firmly attached to him. Even if he managed to leave the Heavenly Court alive today, the Chan Sect would never accept him.
