The Unlucky Duo

News that Nezha had been captured alive by Tuxingsun swiftly reached the Western Qi camp.

Huang Tianhua was both shocked and enraged upon hearing it. Unable to suppress the fire in his chest, he immediately rode out of camp with spear in hand, vowing to avenge Nezha's humiliation.

The wind howled across the battlefield. Huang Tianhua spotted the short figure at a glance. Tuxingsun stood there idly, while the Binding Immortal Rope tightly bound Nezha beside him. Nezha was helplessly restrained, his face full of frustration and utter embarrassment.

When Nezha saw Huang Tianhua emerge, his face instantly flushed crimson with mortification.

He had roamed battlefields with few defeats, yet today he had been captured alive by a mere short man. It was truly the most humiliating disgrace of his life.

Seeing this, Tuxingsun lazily stretched and said in a teasing, casual tone, with a faintly mocking smile, "I thought no one in Western Qi dared fight, that you'd all hide in camp like turtles. You kept me waiting here so long I nearly fell asleep."

Hearing this mockery, Huang Tianhua's face turned livid, rage shooting straight to his brow.

"You arrogant bastard!" Huang Tianhua leveled his spear from horseback, his voice shaking the battlefield. "Nezha only fell into your hands through a moment of carelessness, so don't get cocky! Today, I'll let you see what your Grandpa Huang is capable of!"

The two had never been able to stand each other. Before the words had even faded, they were locked in battle.

Huang Tianhua's spearwork was broad and forceful, fierce and domineering. His attacks were far sharper and more brutal than Nezha's, yet he had encountered Tuxingsun's utterly unanswerable fighting style.

Tuxingsun was small and nimble, and with his peerless Earth-Traveling Technique, he came and went without a trace.