But when he looked up, he saw Nezha grinning at him, the Universe Ring in one hand and the Heaven-Mixing Silk in the other.
Ao Guang was instantly scared out of his wits and cried out, "N-Nezha?!"
Nezha did not give him a chance to say another word. With a flick of his wrist, the Heaven-Mixing Silk coiled around Ao Guang like a crimson venomous serpent, binding him tightly.
Nezha leaped into the air, landed on Ao Guang, and rained down punches and kicks like a storm.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Ao Guang screamed miserably from the beating and begged for mercy again and again:
"Lord Nezha! Lord Nezha! I was wrong! I'll never dare do it again!"
He had grievances he could not voice. This reincarnation of Lingzhuzi was even more vicious than the Demon Pill.
After giving him a brutal beating, Nezha finally vented the worry and rage that had been building inside him for so long.
He reached out and forcibly tore several dragon scales from Ao Guang's body.
"Hmph! I'm warning you: if you dare go to Heaven to complain again, or go to Chentang Pass to threaten my parents again, I'll slaughter you next time! Do you hear me?"
Seeing the undisguised killing intent in Nezha's eyes, Ao Guang trembled all over and nodded frantically.
He sighed to himself:
How had Lingzhuzi, who served beneath Empress Nuwa, become such a ferocious fiend?
He no longer dared to resist. Since he could not afford to provoke Nezha, all he could do was avoid him.
For now, he buried the vengeance for his son's death deep in his heart. Once the Great Tribulation of Investiture of the Gods began, there would be time to settle the score.
In the end, Ao Guang fled back to the East