The Entire City as Burial

"Despicable demon Daoist! You shameless bastard!"

Seeing his own son trampled underfoot, blood pouring from his neck, Chong Houhu's eyes instantly bulged as though they were about to drip blood. He clenched the broadsword in his hand, grinding a mouthful of steel teeth to pieces, yet he still did not dare take so much as half a step forward.

That was his only sprout to carry on the family line, the root of his Chong clan!

Faced with the furious Chong Houhu, Yu De did not care in the slightest. Instead, he put even more force into his foot, making the unconscious Chong Yingbiao let out a muffled groan of pain.

"Shameless? This is called all's fair in war!" Yu De's eyes were filled with a dark, sinister chill as he pressed the short blade in his hand down a little more. "Chong Houhu, I'll count to three. If you still don't drop your broadsword, dismount, and let yourself be bound, I'll cut his throat first, then dig out his heart and liver to sacrifice to the banner!"

"One!" Yu De's voice was icy and grim.

Chong Houhu trembled all over and turned to look at Nezha in midair.

He knew that with his mortal body, he could never be faster than the blade in Yu De's hand.

With a clatter, he threw down the broadsword in his hand and pleaded with Nezha:

"Young General! This demon Daoist's methods are vile. This lowly general... this lowly general is useless. I beg you, save Yingbiao!"

Nezha stood atop the Wind Fire Wheels, looking at the wildly arrogant Yu De, his little face set like frost.

Though he had Heaven-reaching abilities, no matter how fast the Fire-Tipped Spear was, it would still risk affecting the hostage.

If he forced his hand, the