The Unforeseeable "Opportunity"!

Only at this moment did he truly taste what it meant to hang by a thread—

It was no legend, no sparring match. It was the chill of a blade's edge skimming past his vital point, the suffocation of life and death separated by less than half an inch.

He would rather never remember this instant for all eternity.

Retreating in disarray beneath the cloud ladder, he wanted only to flee back into the celestial formation and catch a breath undisturbed by fear.

Everything else? His mind had long since gone blank.

Above the clouds, the gods watched the scene, and the faint approval that had just risen in their hearts vanished in an instant.

Heh—

Sure enough, he was still that brute with nothing but brute strength, panicking when danger struck.

Even with a bit of real combat experience, he could not stir up much of a storm.

Seeing the Giant Spirit God swiftly withdraw into the Heavenly Court's ranks, Nezha quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

By now, Nezha was no longer a dispensable figure in the Heavenly Court's army, but a pillar whose every move carried weight.

What was more, he had to help his father, Li Jing, suppress those restless factions that might erupt at any moment.

At a time like this, he absolutely could not rashly charge onto the front lines—his position was too important; tug one hair, and the whole body moved.

If the Giant Spirit God had stubbornly insisted on fighting to the death without retreating, Nezha truly would not have known how to protect this rash yet loyal old general.

Fortunately, the other man was clear-headed and worldly, without the slightest trace of pedantry.

The instant the Four Heavenly Kings surrounded Wang Jian, he extricated himself cleanly and decisively, without a shred