Nezha's Name

Zhao Gongming sighed, stepped forward, patted Chong Houhu on the shoulder, and consoled him:

"General, restrain your grief and accept what has happened. This demon Daoist is vicious to the extreme. Even if we restrained this avatar, I doubt he would ever tell the truth. Now that his avatar has been destroyed, his true body must have suffered a severe backlash as well."

"Huff—"

Chong Houhu suddenly lifted his head and drew in a heavy breath of cold air, forcibly driving back the bloody tears swirling in his eyes. With a great enemy before them and the entire city hanging like eggs on the brink, he absolutely could not fall at this moment.

"If I do not avenge this hatred, then I, Chong Houhu, wear this armor in vain!" Chong Houhu gritted his teeth and swore a solemn oath, each word bitten out. "If one day I capture this monster alive, I will tear out his sinews, flay his skin, and hack his corpse into ten thousand pieces, to comfort my brother's spirit in heaven!"

After wiping away his tears, Chong Houhu forced himself to recover a commander's composure.

He turned to look at the soldiers across the city who were watching him anxiously, and said in a deep voice:

"Personal hatred is a small matter. The lives of the people of this city are the great matter! The urgent task now is to go to Chaoge at once and seek help from Your Majesty. The nine wells in the city and the moat have all been poisoned with deadly poison. The lives of millions hang by a thread. If we wait until the poison erupts and their flesh rots before saving them, it will be too late!"

"Let this general go deliver the message!" Chong Yingbiao strode out.

"No."