Nezha Battles True Lord Qingxu

The corner of Qingxu's mouth twitched.

He wanted to roar in fury.

He wanted to bring out his magic treasure.

He wanted to invoke the hierarchy of the Chan Sect.

But that punch from just now still ached faintly in his chest.

He knew very clearly that Yang Jian had not used his full strength.

If they truly fought to the death, he might not come out ahead.

Especially since this brat's physical body was absurdly strong.

At close range, he could barely even find a chance to cast a spell.

Qingxu fell silent for a moment and forcibly suppressed his anger.

"Since you are Senior Brother Yu Ding's disciple, I naturally won't lower myself to argue with you."

Yang Jian gave a scornful laugh.

Those words made Shen Gongbao's teeth ache in his heart.

Wouldn't argue?

Who was it who had attacked first just now?

But at this moment, how would Shen Gongbao dare say another word?

Instead, wild joy surged up in his heart.

Yang Jian actually had this level of strength!

With Yang Jian here, why worry that Chong City could not be broken?

No matter how strong Nezha was, could he be stronger than Yang Jian?

No matter how formidable Zhao Gongming was, he might not be able to block Yang Jian at close range.

If they added True Lord Qingxu as well, then Xi Qi had a chance of victory in this round after all!

Shen Gongbao immediately put on an amiable smiling face.

"Nephew Yang Jian."

Yang Jian looked at him.

"Speak."

Shen Gongbao no longer dared put on the airs of a State Preceptor, much less issue orders. He merely cupped his hands and said, "The battle situation at Chong City is now locked in a stalemate."

"The Shang camp relies on Wen