Not Bad-He Hadn't Disgraced the Human Emperor

Sishui Pass, atop the city wall.

Nezha sat bored at the battlement, casually tossing the Universe Ring in his hand and tracing golden arcs through the air.

He swung his legs while staring at Xiqi's distant camp, his face full of displeasure.

"Boring."

"Too boring."

"The Grand Preceptor really is something. Why hang up a no-battle tablet?"

"My injuries are healed, and this is the perfect chance to go back for revenge and beat those bastards who ambushed me until they're crying for their teeth!"

Just then, three streaks of light tore across the distant sky, wrapped in overwhelming momentum as they headed straight for Sishui Pass.

Nezha leaped to his feet in alarm and grabbed the Fire-Tipped Spear beside him. Flames surged around his body.

Had that bunch of blind fools from the Chan Sect come to provoke them again?

"Good timing!"

"I was just looking for somewhere to vent my anger!"

His battle intent surged. The Wind Fire Wheels beneath his feet spun, and he was about to charge into the clouds.

But the three streaks of light did not stop before the pass to issue a challenge. Instead, they flew straight above the city wall.

As the light faded, three figures appeared—two men and one woman.

The leader was a young man dressed in a light-yellow martial outfit. He had a tall, straight build and handsome features, with an unmistakably sharp edge between his brows.

The one in the middle stood straight as a pine, a vertical mark tightly shut between his brows. Though he merely stood there in silence, he possessed an awe-inspiring presence capable of shaking the heavens and earth. His depths were unfathomable.

Beside them stood a woman in white. Her beauty was breathtaking, and her temperament cold and aloof, as though the Nine