This is Your Own Son

The words were like a spark falling into a powder keg. Li Jing's feigned reason collapsed in an instant.

"Little wretch! Since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, you can stay here today!"

Li Jing slammed the table and rose, his face livid as he roared.

Yin Shiniang instantly spread her arms and stood firmly in front of Nezha, shouting furiously, "Li Jing! Didn't you say you came to admit your wrongs?! Even a tiger won't eat its cubs. You're worse than a beast!"

"Son? Hahahaha!" Li Jing seemed to have heard the greatest joke under heaven. His eyes were venomous to the extreme as he pointed at Yin Shiniang's nose and cursed, "Yin Shiniang, what chaste martyr are you pretending to be? You know perfectly well whose bastard this child really is! You think I can't touch you just because the Royal Palace is backing you? Naive!"

With that, he abruptly turned and bowed deeply toward the empty space outside the private room.

"I respectfully invite my teacher to descend!"

The moment his words fell, a suffocating Quasi-Sage pressure poured down like the heavenly river, instantly enveloping the entire tavern. Space seemed to freeze solid.

Daoist Randeng's withered figure slowly emerged in the void, his gaze as indifferent as still water.

Suppressed by that overwhelming magic power, Yin Shiniang and Nezha instantly felt as if they had sunk into a mire. Even moving a finger became an extravagant hope.

"Li Jing, why have you not yet cleansed your household?" Randeng said faintly.

"Yes, teacher!"

Li Jing gave a savage grin and strode over to Yin Shiniang, who could not move at all.

Under Shiniang's somewhat bewildered gaze, Li Jing raised a heavy hand filled with magic power and struck her body viciously, palm after palm.

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