Nezha Fights Huang Tianhua

Nezha's eyes lit up.

He had been waiting for those words for a long time.

"Come on."

He turned to look at Huang Feihu and said, "King Wucheng, step back first. This brat's got a big temper. I'll teach him a lesson for you."

Huang Feihu did not retreat at once.

His gaze fell on Huang Tianhua, his expression complicated.

He had seen that Heart-Piercing Nail clearly just now.

It had been aimed at taking his life.

If Nezha had not intervened, even if he were not dead now, he would have been gravely wounded.

This was the son he had not seen for so many years?

In Huang Feihu's heart, he could not tell whether there was more anger or more pain.

He said in a deep voice, "Tianhua, I will ask you one last thing."

"That nail of yours just now—was it meant to capture me, or to kill me?"

Huang Tianhua's body stiffened.

He wanted to say it had only been to capture him.

But the Heart-Piercing Nail had struck for the heart.

Before the eyes of both armies, he could not say it.

Huang Feihu looked at his silence, and the last trace of expectation in his eyes slowly sank away.

"Good."

"I understand."

He turned the Five-Colored Divine Ox and withdrew to the front of the Shang Army formation.

Not because he was afraid.

But because he no longer wanted to say any more.

This son had been raised by the Daoist arts of the mountains, wrapped up in Xi Qi's Mandate of Heaven.

He could not be awakened in a moment.

Since he could not be awakened, then first let him taste pain.

After Huang Feihu withdrew, Nezha stepped forward, the Fire-Tipped Spear angled toward Huang Tianhua.

"Come."

"Let me see what else True