Nezha: Master, I'll Send Every Bad Guy Flying for You!

Outside the Nine Chamber Hall, the sun blazed high in the sky.

Golden sunlight spilled across the glazed tiles of Chaoge City, reflecting dazzling halos.

Di Xin dismissed the attendants who wanted to accompany him and walked alone through the layers of palace halls toward the martial arena deep within the royal palace.

Before he even entered the martial arena, a wave of scorching air mixed with the sharp sound of something tearing through the wind rushed toward him.

In the center of the arena, a crimson figure was darting and weaving.

The speed was extreme. The naked eye could barely catch the figure itself, seeing only a mass of red cloud madly surging around the arena.

Within the red cloud, cold light erupted.

A Fire-Tipped Spear was being wielded in a seamless blur. Its tip sliced through the air, producing sharp, ear-piercing booms.

Every thrust seemed to send a roaring fire dragon charging forth, scorching the specially crafted blackstone ground of the arena with deep, bottomless burn marks.

Di Xin stopped, clasped his hands behind his back, and stood quietly at the edge of the arena.

He watched the tiny figure flipping and darting through the arena, a trace of imperceptible approval flashing in his eyes.

It was a child of about five or six years old.

Two topknots stood straight up from his head. He wore a red dudou, and although his small, exquisitely carved face was as delicate as a doll's, it was filled with unconcealed defiance and ferocity.

It was Nezha.

Compared with the infant from several years ago who could only clutch a finger and grin foolishly, Nezha had now begun to reveal his sharp edge.

"Ha!"

In the arena, Nezha suddenly let out a violent shout.

His childish voice nevertheless carried the might of