From the moment he was born, he had been unruly and defiant, respecting only his master, Taiyi Zhenren.
Yet just now, he had personally witnessed his invincible master being cowed by a single glance and even raising his sword to strike at him!
Who exactly was that person?
Nezha's thoughts were in turmoil. After fleeing to the shores of the East Sea, he still shuddered at the terrifying sight of heaven and earth turning stark white.
He raced across the waves, wanting only to leave this troubled place as quickly as possible.
Master was likely in grave danger. I had to get away at once...
Just as he was pondering this, he ran headlong into a patrol of sea soldiers.
The aftershock from Lu Tian's clash with Yuanshi had not yet faded, and the East Sea had also been affected, its raging waves refusing to settle.
These sea soldiers had come on the Dragon King's orders to **, but their cultivation was shallow, and they struggled helplessly amid the crashing waves.
Nezha found the sight amusing and, with a hearty laugh, brought out the Heaven-Mixing Silk.
The immortal silk churned through the sea, and whirlpools instantly sprang up across thousands of miles of ocean.
With a casual tug, he sent monstrous waves soaring into the sky, smashing that group of sea soldiers into complete disarray.
His earlier fear vanished without a trace. Nezha clapped his hands and laughed. "Wonderful! Wonderful!"
The sea soldiers struggled bitterly amid the raging waters.
These lowly aquatic beings at the Human Immortal realm were no match for the divine might of the Heaven-Mixing Silk. Their lives were about to be lost to **.
At the critical moment—
A white figure burst through the waves, its scales reflecting seven-colored rosy light.
The white dragon raised its