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Wen Zhong said no more.

He urged the Black Qilin forward, his twin whips turning into streaks of lightning as they struck straight at Randeng.

Randeng met the attack with the Heaven-and-Earth Ruler.

After a single clash, Wen Zhong's arms went numb from the impact.

The Black Qilin let out an angry roar, its four hooves treading thunder as it carried Wen Zhong charging forward again.

Wen Zhong's fighting spirit soared as his twin whips lashed out in an unbroken barrage.

Randeng merely used the Heaven-and-Earth Ruler to parry left and right.

After three exchanges, Randeng spotted an opening. The ruler flashed and struck Wen Zhong squarely in the chest.

Wen Zhong grunted and was forced back more than thirty meters, rider and mount alike.

"Grand Preceptor!"

The Shang soldiers cried out in alarm.

Wen Zhong forcibly steadied himself. His blood and qi churned within his chest, and he could barely hold his twin whips.

Daoist Randeng threw back his head and laughed.

"So this is the Grand Preceptor of Great Shang?"

"You cannot even withstand three exchanges with Poor Daoist, yet you dare command the three armies?"

Seeing Wen Zhong injured, Nezha could no longer restrain himself.

Standing atop the Wind Fire Wheels and gripping the Fire-Tipped Spear, he charged straight at Randeng.

"Old Daoist Randeng, do not be so arrogant!"

Although Nezha's charge was fierce, Daoist Randeng's eyes were full of coldness.

He held the Heaven-and-Earth Ruler across his body, blocking the Fire-Tipped Spear.

Nezha's spear techniques came as swiftly as a sudden storm. The Wind Fire Wheels spun rapidly amid the clouds, and the Heaven-and-Earth Ruler repeatedly collided with the Fire-Tipped Spear, scattering sparks in every direction.

But Randeng was, after all, the Vice Sect Leader of Chan.

Though Nezha possessed Lingzhuzi's foundation and carried many magical