Return This Flesh and Blood to Him

That light was exceedingly warm, yet exceedingly heavy.

The instant it descended, Randeng was struck as if by lightning. He sprayed blood from his mouth and retreated at top speed.

The golden light sank in through the crown of Nezha's head. The blood-red in his eyes vanished in an instant, and with a sway, he fell into the arms of someone in a black imperial robe.

"Eldest brother Zishou!" Shi Ji had already rushed to the man's side and was clutching his arm tightly.

Seeing this, Daoist Randeng was both shocked and enraged. He pointed at the newcomer and barked sharply:

"Di Xin?! You indulged your disciple in violence and forced karma upon others—this is defiance of the heavenly number!"

The newcomer was none other than Di Xin!

In midair, Daoist Randeng held up his Whisk, his face livid as he roared in fury.

And yet, no matter how he shouted, Di Xin did not so much as turn his head.

He merely held Nezha calmly, Human Emperor Golden Light surging in his palm, thick and resplendent as it poured in an unbroken stream into Nezha's shattered body.

He dares ignore Poor Daoist?!

Randeng shook all over with rage, humiliation shooting straight to the crown of his head.

A mere mortal emperor actually dared treat a great power who had heard the Dao in Purple Cloud Palace as air?!

"Di Xin!" Randeng's face twisted as he shouted sharply, "You benighted ruler, indulging your disciple in violence and forcibly inserting karma! If you dare take this evildoer away today, you will be acting against heaven! Are you not afraid the rivers and mountains of Yin Shang will be destroyed?!"

Di Xin still turned a deaf ear.

As golden light flowed, the upturned flesh on Nezha's body rapidly healed, and the demonic