Nezha's First Battle

Nezha's First Battle. "Will brother dismount and submit to being bound on his own, or... must his younger brother do it himself?"

Chong Houhu clenched his teeth, staring fixedly at that familiar face before him.

Suddenly, his brows furrowed, and he sensed something was wrong.

Hei Hu had cultivated the Dao since childhood and had a fierce, unyielding nature. On ordinary days, he even found it troublesome to exchange a few polite words—how could his mouth be full of such sour, hypocritical phrases as "righteousness," "benevolence," and "stink for ten thousand years"?

Besides, even if Hei Hu truly meant to seize him, he would certainly do it in an open and aboveboard contest before the armies. He would never resort to such vicious methods as shutting the gates and loosing arrows, recognizing none of his own kin!

"No, you are not Hei Hu!" Chong Houhu's eyes went wide as he pointed at the other man and shouted sternly, "We brothers were born of the same womb. I would know him even if he were turned to ash! You thief, what demonic sect or evil path are you from, that you dare disguise yourself as my younger brother!"

When "Chong Hei Hu" heard this, a trace of panic flashed through his eyes, but he quickly hid it.

He gave a cold laugh and feigned heartache.

"Brother, you have committed countless evils, and even with death at your door you still mean to resist like a cornered beast. Do you no longer even recognize your own brother? Very well. Since that is so, do not blame your younger brother for forgetting the bonds of blood!"

With that, he could not be bothered to waste any more words. Killing intent flared fully in his eyes. His right hand curled into a claw, magic