"Arrogant!"
"You threatened my parents. You deserve to pay the price!"
Nezha put away Huntian Ling, and Ao Bing landed on a small island.
Gravely wounded, he quickly reverted to his hundred-thousand-zhang Divine Dragon form. He panted, enduring immense pain, and glared at Nezha in unwilling fury.
The dignified Third Prince of the East Sea had been reduced to this.
"I, the Third Prince, was careless!"
"If you really dare kill me, my father won't let you get away with it."
Ao Bing struggled as he roared.
His dragon's roar echoed through heaven and earth, but no one answered his cries for help!
He had no idea that the East Sea Dragon King had already sold him out.
"Hmph!"
"You little loach! You're still yapping with death at your doorstep. Just watch how I deal with you!"
Nezha grabbed Ao Bing's Dragon Sword and slashed open his back.
Blood poured forth, turning the East Sea crimson.
Many members of the Water Tribe had ascended against the natural order and transformed into dragons, but they weren't true-blooded dragons.
"No!"
"Arghhh..."
Ao Bing howled in agony, but the next moment, his breathing grew faint, and his eyes dimmed.
Nezha pulled out his Dragon Tendon.
His reverse scale and more than a dozen of his most gleaming scales, stained with dragon blood, fused with the Dragon Tendon amid roaring flames.
In moments, they had transformed into a belt.
"Die, little loach!"
Nezha wielded tremendous magical power, forcibly shrinking Ao Bing's body to just a few chi in size. Then he picked up the Fire-Tipped Spear and ran it through him from head to tail, skewering him.
The grill had been ready for some time.
Nezha slit open Ao Bing's belly and removed his intestines and organs, leaving only the dragon liver and heart.