The Chan Sect Gangs Up on Nezha

Yu Hua was about to be smashed into pulp by a cudgel.

At that critical moment!

A fiery-red figure flashed from the walls of Sishui Pass, swift as a streak of light.

"Who dares hurt a Great Shang Dynasty general!"

Before the man arrived, his voice came first.

A dazzling golden ring flew from his hand, spinning with unstoppable force. It struck the Golden Cudgel Lei Zhenzi was about to bring down, dead-on.

"Clang—!"

Another deafening crash rang out.

Lei Zhenzi felt a force like an avalanche surge toward him, ten times stronger than when he had clashed head-on with Yu Hua!

He could no longer hold on to the Golden Cudgel in his hands. It flew free.

The golden light did not slow down. It traced a strange arc through the air and slammed into his chest.

"Crack!"

The distinct sound of breaking bones rang out.

Lei Zhenzi let out a miserable cry. His chest collapsed inward, and he flew backward like a kite with its string cut, moving even faster than when he had come, crashing back into Xiqi's army formation.

One strike!

With just one strike, the physically mighty Lei Zhenzi was beaten to the brink of life and death!

This sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.

The Xiqi army fell deathly silent.

The disciples of the Chan Sect were all left dumbfounded.

Only when the red light landed did it reveal its true form.

It was a young general dressed in red robes, holding a Fire-Tipped Spear and standing atop Wind Fire Wheels. His brows were filled with arrogance, and he casually tossed a dazzling golden Universe Ring in one hand.

It was Nezha.

Nezha did not even glance at the people of Xiqi. He bent down, picked up the unconscious Yu Hua, and casually