"Fellow Daoist Wen, how is the power of my Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd? Back during the Investiture of the Gods War, my master played favorites. He neither taught me any formidable Yuqing Immortal Arts nor bestowed any Magic Treasures or immortal artifacts upon me, leaving me to suffer defeat after defeat in the Investiture of the Gods War. As one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, I could not even defeat the likes of Ma Sui or Lü Yue. Zhao Gongming even captured me with his Dragon-Binding Rope and hung me before the armies, utterly disgracing me. Now that I possess this Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd, let me see who still dares look down on me!" Daoist Huanglong threw back his head and laughed wildly, his hands rapidly forming seals.
Overwhelming red clouds surged forth. They did not merely envelop Heavenly Venerable Puhua; even the heavenly soldiers behind him were about to be swept within them.
But at that moment, a red flash appeared behind Daoist Huanglong, and a fiery-red spear materialized from thin air, stabbing toward his heart from behind.
The strike came with extreme suddenness. Only when it was within three feet of Daoist Huanglong's back did he sense it. With no time to turn around, he flung a sleeve behind him.
The yellow robe he wore was also an extraordinary treasure. Its sleeve swelled in the wind and wrapped around the fiery-red spear.
However, the spear suddenly erupted with a vast expanse of purple flames. With a tearing sound, the sleeve exploded into scraps of cloth, though the fiery-red spear was also knocked away.
A figure appeared out of nowhere in the air. It was Nezha.
With Nezha tying him down, the red clouds filling the sky also paused. Heavenly Venerable Puhua hurriedly led his heavenly soldiers back, retreating beyond