Your Brother... Tastes Good!

Nezha held his head high, his eyes filled with the unique arrogance of youth, and his unconcealed worship for his master.

"The city of Ji Prefecture that General Su Hu once guarded was also plotted against by demons and evil beings, and a great plague broke out there. The people in the city were nearly wiped out! But guess what happened afterward?" He paused, savoring the gazes everyone threw his way. "At that time, auspicious signs descended from the heavens, and the Earthly Sovereign, Great Emperor Shennong, came in person and bestowed upon my master a holy relic that could save the world from all epidemics—the Shennong Ruler!"

The moment his words fell, the surroundings plunged into dead silence. Even the sound of the wind seemed to stop, and everyone pricked up their ears, not daring to miss a single word.

Seeing this, Nezha spoke with even greater enthusiasm. He brought the Fire-Tipped Spear in his hand down heavily on the bluestone slabs, sending up a shower of dazzling sparks.

"My master held the Shennong Ruler and merely waved it lightly toward Ji Prefecture. That plague, which could have wiped out the entire city, vanished like smoke and scattered clouds in an instant! This wretched Smallpox Poison, refined by this demon priest from a few mouthfuls of miasma, doesn't even count as a loud fart before my master's Shennong Ruler!"

After he finished, Nezha turned around and shouted at the already stunned Chong Houhu:

"If you wanted to save the people of this whole city, why didn't you ask Chaoge for help? My master can even smash heavenly thunder punishment apart with one punch—could he really not cure this trifling Smallpox Poison?!"

Inside the Barbican, which had originally been sunk in lifeless despair, a tremendous wave of sound erupted in