"Let him go!"
An old angel stepped out from among Heaven's administrators, determined to protect the Holy Infant King.
"Do you know who he is? You can't afford to offend the people behind him."
The person holding the Holy Infant King with red silk ribbons froze upon hearing that.
"Do you know who I am?"
"I don't care who you are. If you touch him, ten lives wouldn't be enough to repay the debt."
"I'm so scared..." The newcomer's expression became extremely strange. Then he flung out a golden ring, helping Zhu Bajie drive Du Tian back.
Du Tian staggered backward repeatedly, staring at the other party in shock.
He could sense that the other party's aura was only at the half-saint level, yet the power carried by that thrown ring filled him with indescribable terror.
"Old Pig, stop playing with him. Come here. I can't be bothered wasting words on them. Introduce me properly and let these blind feathered beasts know who I am!"
Zhu Bajie had just been immersed in the hatred of his life before last and had not noticed what was happening here at all.
Now, upon hearing that familiar voice, he first turned his head, then uncertainly rubbed his pig eyes. The next moment, his gaze brimmed with delight.
"Little Nezha, you were actually reborn in this era too."
"Ahem." Nezha coughed twice, telling him to mind the occasion.
Old Pig immediately understood. Ignoring Du Tian, he summoned clouds beneath his feet and arrived at Nezha's side.
Looking over the Holy Infant King bound in red silk, he clicked his tongue. "Even if it were your old man, he'd still have to plow two mu of land before leaving. With your little self, you dare show off in front of our Third Prince?"
"Listen up,