"Hahaha! Aren't you clever? The Vine Dao Venerable is dead, so no one is using that title anymore, right? I might as well take it for myself."
Lin Tian laughed heartily.
The immortals immediately breathed sighs of relief, their expressions turning disdainful. So he was merely a fraud stealing another man's fame.
"Do you really have no fear of death? Are you worthy of that title? Come trade a few blows with me first!"
The refined, handsome Nezha frowned. He had been a capable child himself and held great respect for the strong.
Although the Vine Dao Venerable had defied the whole world by invading Spirit Mountain and died a horrible death at the Buddhist Sect's hands,
every living being in the Three Realms deeply admired his courage.
Now some Daoist had appeared out of nowhere and dared to call himself the Vine Dao Venerable. That was rather offensive.
"Little brat, you're no match for me. One stroke of my sword, and I'm afraid that lotus-root body of yours will become sliced lotus root."
Lin Tian waved the Green Duckweed Sword in his hand, smiling.
"That sword looks familiar."
"Could... could that be the Green Duckweed Sword?"
Quiet murmurs rose among the immortals.
"How arrogant! Come and try!"
But Nezha seemed not to have heard them. All he registered was Lin Tian's contempt.
He flew into a rage, his whole body shuddering as he manifested three heads and six arms.
The Fire-Tipped Spear, Universe Ring, Heaven-and-Earth Net, and his other magic treasures appeared together. His face twisted with fury, making him resemble a fierce beast from the Primordial Era.
Holy Mother Wudang snorted coldly and immediately stepped forward. With a raised hand, she conjured a giant palm and slapped Nezha straight to the floor.
She was one of Saint Tongtian's