What Face Does Yuanshi Tianzun Have?

Nezha held the dagger and drew it across Li Jing's neck, sending a thin line of blood spurting out.

The shuddering terror of death descended and swallowed Li Jing in an instant; his earlier arrogance and sinister malice had long since been crushed by his instinct to survive.

Because he was being pinned down by Di Xin's Human Emperor fortune, he could not move even a single finger. He could only desperately drive his divine sense to shake the air, letting out a plea that was almost a wail.

"Nezha... Nezha! I'm your father! Blood is thicker than water—can you really bear to carry an infamous name through ten thousand generations by killing me?" Li Jing stared fixedly at Nezha, his eyes filled with fear and pleading.

The hand with which Nezha held the blade was perfectly steady, and only coldness remained on his childish face.

"When my severed hair fell to the ground just now, the bond of kindness and duty between us was already cut. Killing you now is not patricide. It is the Human Emperor's disciple seeking justice for his birth mother."

Seeing that Nezha remained unmoved, Li Jing's heart sank further into despair.

He hurriedly cast his gaze toward Yin Shiniang at the side, his eyes full of abject pleading.

"Shiniang... Shiniang, save me! I was wrong. I was muddleheaded for a moment and was incited by petty men! For the sake of over ten years as husband and wife, for Jin Zha and Mu Zha's sake... you can't just watch me die!"

Yin Shiniang stood quietly where she was, the wound in her palm still dripping blood.

She looked at this man who had once shared her pillow, and there was no anger in her eyes, nor any heartache—only the total numbness left after being