Nezha's Growth

Li Jing only felt as if a vast ocean had been stuffed into his body. His dried-up dantian filled in an instant, and his magic power surged by geometric multiples.

"Suppress it for me!"

Li Jing's confidence swelled, and he poured in his magic power madly.

The Exquisite Pagoda instantly blazed with ten thousand feet of golden light, its might increasing more than tenfold, and it actually pressed down the radiance of the He Tu Luo Shu little by little.

Nezha gritted his teeth, fine sweat seeping from his forehead.

He realized something was wrong. Li Jing was only a front right now; the one truly pushing the pagoda with magic power was that shady old bastard Randeng.

He remembered Di Xin's usual teachings:

"Good disciple, remember this: cultivation isn't for throwing your life away. If you can beat them, beat them to death. If the gap in strength is too great, hurry up and run. Going back to call for help is also a tactic."

"Fuck, a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal hard-clashing with a Quasi-Sage? That isn't bravery, that's brain damage."

Nezha made a snap decision and chose to pick up his bucket and run.

He withdrew his magic power and cursed at Randeng:

"Old dog! What kind of skill is bullying the small with the big? Just you wait—when I go back and call my master here, he'll tear down that broken lamp of yours! We'll see about this!"

After throwing out his ruthless words, Nezha spun the Wind Fire Wheels to their limit in an instant, turning into a streak of flowing light, ready to run straight away.

Randeng's eyes turned icy as he cursed Li Jing as trash in his heart.

With a wave of his great hand, he directly summoned the Exquisite Pagoda back into