Funeral Suona Laughter Gone Wild

At this moment, all he felt toward Li Jing was cold indifference at his just deserts, along with vigilance toward Indra's cruel methods. Where could any pity come from? That "sobbing" was merely a disguise to cooperate with Hell God Lin Zhu's act.

Li Jing's dying gaze seemed to catch Nezha's "unmoved" back. A furious despair at having been abandoned and betrayed by everyone surged through him, and he used the last of his strength to roar.

"Nezha... unfilial son! You'll... you'll just watch your father die?! If... if I die... I'll... I'll..."

Before he could finish his threat, another even more agonized howl cut him off, brought on by the Jade Crystal Dagger slicing near his spine.

He once more turned pleading eyes toward Indra, his voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"Fellow... disciple... believe me... just once..."

Indra answered only with an even colder stare and faster, fiercer flashes of jade-green blade light.

He could not even be bothered to offer a perfunctory reply. His actions alone made it clear—say whatever you wanted, but today, Li Jing would die without fail, and he would die in utmost agony.

Li Jing's screams grew more shrill and more desperate with every cry, mingling with the faint sounds of flesh being stripped away, the crackling explosions of lightning, and the hissing corrosion of jade-green venom. They echoed for a long while over the vast battlefield between Wind Snow City and India's army, drifting into the distance and vanishing amid the lead-gray clouds and biting north wind.

Deep within Great Thunderclap Monastery on Spirit Mountain in Western Heaven, there was more than the grand clamor of an ordinary Great Hero Hall. Within an even more ancient and silent hidden Buddhist hall, where layer upon layer of Lotus Thrones seemed to bear