"Big brother! Second brother!"
The instant Jin Zha and Mu Zha died, they completely ignited Nezha's fury, causing him to rush to kill Cloud right away, but Wind firmly entangled Nezha.
Nezha raged, "Little bastard! You still want to block me with your pathetic amount of cultivation?
Fool! What gave you the idea that you are on par with me in strength?
Your senior brother might still be able to take a few moves from me, but you are purely clueless."
Facing Nezha's insults, Wind did not show a shred of anger, his expression turning extremely bizarre before he suddenly leaped backward and hid behind Cloud.
"Senior brother, that little milk-baby is handed over to you. Be careful, his strength is on par with mine."
"Ahhhhh!! You coward! Scoundrel, come die!"
Nezha was thoroughly provoked by Wind's use of the word milk-baby.
It was completely hitting a snake by its seven inches; not growing up was eternally his deepest pain. No matter how many things Nezha cursed, none of Wind's words possessed such lethal killing power.
He urged the Wind Fire Wheels beneath his feet and thrust his Fire-Tipped Spear straight at Wind.
At the very same time,
Huang Tianhua sensed Nezha's fury behind him, and as Nezha thrust his spear forward, he too swung his twin hammers with all his might toward Cloud, wanting to intercept Cloud since he could clearly see that Wind's strength was inferior to Cloud's.
Nezha's abilities were formidable, and once Nezha got serious, he could annihilate Wind within a few moves. Then, two against one, the advantage would be his.
"Puff!!"
The sound of metal piercing flesh rang in the ears of all the experts, and the air suddenly grew quiet.
Huang Tianhua stopped the motion of swinging his twin hammers, slowly lowering his