The newcomer held a rod that looked as though it were made of bronze, blocking Nezha's spear thrust head-on.
At that moment, the newcomer looked at Nezha, his tone filled with complexity and solemnity.
"Nezha, isn't this enough? After all these years, haven't you taken enough revenge for what you suffered?"
Hearing this, Nezha laughed, the mockery in his eyes completely undisguised.
"Enough? Heh, how could it ever be enough, Mu Zha, my dear Second Brother!
Back when Li Jing drove me to my death, I had nothing to say. I had indeed done many things wrong back then.
I accepted that.
But then I died and returned everything to them.
Yet when I was about to be resurrected, why did he come to stop me? Why did he even smash my statue?
What right did he have to do that? What did I have to do with him? By then, I had nothing to do with him anymore.
Heh, and what did he do? He destroyed my hope of resurrection.
Calling me an unfilial son over and over again, left and right. Hahaha... What a pity. When was I ever his son?
And afterward, heh... after obtaining that damned pagoda, what did he do? Why don't you mention that?
At a time like this, you jump out to lecture me about grand principles.
How ridiculous!
I, Nezha, was born of Heaven and Earth, reborn from a lotus. I have nothing to do with any of you.
This is the grudge between Li Jing and me. If you interfere, then you are stopping me from taking revenge—stopping me from avenging the obstruction of my path and the severing of my path that he inflicted upon me.
This hatred is irreconcilable. If you dare stand in my way, then... we will