Yang Jian frowned slightly at those words.
Where had this little brat come from?
He looked like a porcelain doll, yet he was so arrogantly smug that it made people want to give him a good beating! And he was spouting such inexplicable nonsense in the middle of a battlefield...
He immediately said in a deep voice:
"State your name, challenger!"
"I, Yang Jian, do not slay nameless men beneath my spear..."
Nezha's thoughts were interrupted. His little face scrunched up, and he loudly declared:
"I am Nezha, Vanguard Officer under Great Shang's Grand Tutor Wen!"
He paused briefly.
Then, unable to resist, he added:
"Uh... I'm not lying to you. You really do look like Brother Yin Jiao!"
Yang Jian merely snorted coldly.
"So it's you, you heartless little brat who murdered his father... Today, I will capture you and make you repent before General Li's tomb!"
After hearing Nezha's name, Yang Jian immediately recalled the tearful accusations Jin Zha and Mu Zha had made upon returning. Though he could not simply believe one side... Jin Zha and Mu Zha were still his junior fellow disciples, so he naturally favored them somewhat.
Besides...
Li Jing really had died at Chen Tang Pass, hadn't he?
With that, he charged at Nezha!
Whoosh!
The Three-Bladed Two-Edged Spear chopped straight down.
The Wind Fire Wheels beneath Nezha's feet spun according to his will. He instantly shifted position, evaded the strike, and angrily thrust out his spear.
Yang Jian pulled back his spear and blocked.
Clang!
The two weapons slammed violently together.
An invisible shockwave immediately spread in all directions, throwing the surrounding spiritual energy into chaos and sending countless stones and grains of sand flying...
Yang Jian exerted even more force.
In his eyes, how strong could this brat possibly be?
Yet