3164 ╭( ) The Flimsiness of the Chief Senior Disciple
Soon, the two silver-white snow-maned spirit beasts let out one roar after another as the golden war chariot rumbled forward. The Divine Heavenly Soldier stood atop it, raising the Sky Dragon City-Breaking Halberd in his hands and bellowing imposingly, as if he meant to knock Nezha over and crush him beneath the wheels.
"!!"
Seeing this, a grave look flashed across Nezha's eyes. The Wind-Fire Wheels beneath his feet spun violently, flames surging. He didn't dare meet the charge head-on and instead flashed aside, narrowly dodging the terrifying golden chariot.
Clang—!
Although he dodged the chariot's head-on charge, there was still someone riding it, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and take a mighty swing of the opponent's halberd.
"!!"
The opponent's powerful strike, combined with the chariot's momentum, nearly knocked Nezha straight down to the ground. He couldn't have felt more frustrated.
"Tsk!"
"You're fast!"
"That's some force!!"
Though the Wind-Fire Wheels had descended a little and helped him absorb the impact, he was still secretly alarmed. He had no idea where this "Divine Heavenly Soldier" had come from, much less what the opponent meant by Cui Ping Mountain and the Flame Immortal.
But he had no time to think about it now. The opponent's chariot had wheeled around up ahead and was now diving through the air straight at him.
"Take this!"
"Eat my spear!"
Seeing how aggressively the opponent pressed him, Nezha's pride wouldn't let him back down. Without hesitation, he raised the Fire-Tipped Spear, its point flicking upward. Instead of retreating, he surged forward with the Wind-Fire Wheels and thrust straight at the Divine Heavenly Soldier's throat, intending to knock him off that troublesome chariot.
"Good!"
The Divine Heavenly Soldier only sneered.