My Father, Li Jing of Chentang!

Today, Li Jing would spill blood three feet high and fight with his life on the line.

In the rear courtyard of Li Mansion, Li Jing's shout carried from the city walls. Little Nezha's spirits soared, and he immediately leaped up from his chair.

"Master! Someone's bullying my dad!"

"Don't panic." True Lord Taiyi remained perfectly composed. "Your Martial Uncle Yu Ding and Martial Uncle Huang Long are hiding around your father and protecting him right now. We'll wait for word, then go stir up trouble."

"Word?" Little Nezha tilted his head. "What word?"

Taiyi smiled. "Of course, your elder—ahem, a great expert will send us a message."

As he spoke, True Lord Taiyi tapped lightly with a finger, and a Cloud Mirror appeared before them, revealing the scene beyond Li Mansion.

Floodwaters surged everywhere, while layer upon layer of mist filled heaven and earth. The waters of the Eastern Sea swept onward, intent on pouring into Chentang Pass, swiftly blasting a breach through the dam-like city walls.

Buildings within the city continuously collapsed. Streaks of immortal light appeared around Li Mansion as a great formation protected one-third of the city, keeping the boundless seawater outside.

Yang Jian rose to his feet and frowned. "If the mortals in the city were still there... would the Dragon Clan pay for life with life?"

True Lord Taiyi shook his head without speaking, while Little Nezha clenched his fists.

"Master, there's a flood! That's my favorite teahouse, and the bun shop, and Auntie Cai's fruit stall! Who did this!"

"Didn't you kill a little dragon?"

True Lord Taiyi said calmly, "His family did it. Don't worry, everyone was moved away beforehand. The Dragon Clan is so wealthy—when the battle is over, just make them compensate everything a hundredfold on the spot."

Nezha could