Outside Sishui Pass, the two armies faced off.
Banners whipped in the wind, and killing intent surged like a tide.
Saint Mother Huoling drifted out from the Shang army's formation. She wore a bright-red Eight Trigrams Robe and a Golden Cloud Crown, her figure spirited and her presence imposing.
She gazed across at the Chan Sect members, her clear voice carrying across the entire battlefield.
"Chan Sect fellows, how have you been?"
"Yesterday, you were quite impressive, hurling insults outside the pass."
"Today, we'll have a proper exchange right here."
"Tell me, how do you plan to fight?"
"Will you come one at a time, or all together?"
At those words, the faces of Ji Shudan and the others in the Xiqi formation twitched involuntarily.
More than a dozen people ganging up on one was already dishonorable. Now that their opponent had exposed it before both armies, their faces burned with embarrassment.
Ji Shudan forcibly suppressed his anger and considered which arrangement would benefit them most. Before he could figure it out,
Nezha had already grown impatient in the Shang army's formation.
"Why waste so much time talking to them?"
Nezha held the Fire-Tipped Spear in his hand and stood atop the Wind Fire Wheels, his face full of arrogant defiance.
"Everyone, attack together! Send them all to the Investiture of the Gods. It'll save time and effort!"
He pointed the spear from afar at Jin Zha and Mu Zha in the formation, his voice carrying an overbearing certainty.
"You two, don't anyone dare snatch them from me!"
"I'll capture them and take them back personally to apologize to The King!"
At that, everyone in the Shang army's formation exchanged knowing smiles.
They already knew about Nezha's relationship with Jin Zha and Mu Zha.
Since this was a matter of