Little Nezha Couldn't Count, and Li Jing Suffered

At that thought, Nezha gave the two Heavenly Soldiers a meaningful look and had them drag Li Jing out together. Then he cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, you Heavenly Soldiers aren't strong enough. It's no fun having you do the beating, and you're not worthy of striking my father. I'll do it myself. Bring me a cudgel."

As soon as he said that, Lei Zhenzi stirred up trouble from the side. He took out his Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Golden Cudgel, and handed it to Nezha. "An ordinary military cudgel isn't worthy of Heavenly King Li. Nezha, you should use this instead..."

Li Jing was completely dumbfounded. Nezha already hit hard enough, and now Lei Zhenzi had given him an Innate Spiritual Treasure-grade cudgel. I never offended you...

And so, after eighty strokes had lasted for two hours, screams rang out without end. Haotian frowned, glanced at Taibai Jinxing, and said, "Taibai, go take a look. Did that kid Nezha only cultivate magical power and neglect his education, so he counted wrong? How have eighty strokes taken this long? There have already been more than two hundred screams."

At Taibai Jinxing's words, he went out to look at Nezha, only to see him counting, "One, two, three, four, three, three, three..." Taibai Jinxing was instantly bewildered. How deep must the grudge between this father and son be for him to beat him this viciously when he got the chance?

At that thought, Taibai Jinxing cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, Third Prince, stop hitting him. If you keep going, Heavenly King Li will be heading back to the Investiture of the Gods List to revive..."

Hearing this, Nezha returned the Golden Cudgel to Lei Zhenzi and asked doubtfully, "Lord Jinxing, have I already hit him eighty times? You know