Nezha Concedes

As soon as the words fell, firelight around Nezha surged.

The Wind Fire Wheels spun even faster.

The Universe Ring and Universal Red Armillary Sash flew out at the same time, while a blazing red radiance also ignited on the Fire-Tipped Spear.

This time, he had almost used every method he could use.

Yang Jian's gaze also grew a few degrees more serious.

He gripped the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd with both hands, and the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique inside him quietly circulated.

An extraordinarily powerful surge of blood and qi was pressed down inside his body. It did not fully erupt, but it was enough to raise his strength another level.

Clang, clang, clang!

The two exchanged several dozen moves in succession.

The more Nezha fought, the faster he became; the more he fought, the fiercer he grew.

Yet Yang Jian was terrifyingly steady.

Each time he retreated a step, he would immediately make up half a step.

Every time he seemed to have been forced into danger by Nezha, in the next instant he could resolve it with the simplest movement.

Nezha fought until his head was covered in sweat, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Satisfying.

Truly satisfying.

Since entering Great Shang, he had fought quite a few people.

Whether it was Huang Tianhua or Qingxu, neither had made him feel he had fought to his heart's content.

Huang Tianhua was too weak.

And Qingxu was too shameless, launching sneak attacks when he could not win.

Only Yang Jian was different.

This man was strong.

And strong in a clean way.

No nonsense, no sneak attacks, no putting on the airs of an elder.

Every slash and every punch made Nezha feel exhilarated.

After the final collision, Nezha was shaken into flying backward, landing on the