"You don't know?"
Nezha's thoughts flew swiftly, and he quickly surmised that the envoy delivering orders from King Zhou hadn't yet arrived here.
He spoke amiss.
Lose face?
Nonexistent.
With but a flash of his sword, Chong Houhu's head leaped from his neck, followed by a geyser of blood shooting over five feet high.
Nezha wasn't satisfied. Eyeing the falling head, he unleashed the Samadhi Fire from his Fire-tipped Spear, instantly incinerating it to ashes.
From a distance, Chong Houhu's eldest son, Chong Yingbiao, witnessed the scene, his heart shattered in terror. He thought to flee, yet, his pride wouldn't allow it, and with a low roar, he drew his sword.
Nezha, feeling Chong Yingbiao's gaze sharp as a sword, looked back to see Chong Houhu's three top generals—Chong Yingbiao, Jin Kui, and Huang Yuanji—leaping out, fully armored and helmeted.
