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Nezha turned to Guang Chengzi, utterly baffled. As far as he was concerned, his master was incredibly powerful, and his martial uncle ought to be about as strong. With the two of them joining forces, even if they could not claim to be invincible under heaven, surely nobody would dare claim first place if they claimed second. Why was his martial uncle now telling this dragon that it was all a misunderstanding?
What was there to misunderstand? Since he had come, they could just beat him to death along with her today. Simple as that!
With that thought, Nezha said to Guang Chengzi, "Martial Uncle, he..."
"Hum!" Before Nezha could finish, Guang Chengzi flicked his sleeve and cast a spell to seal his mouth.
My little ancestor, please spare me! I know I have to enter the tribulation, but I don't want to fall victim to it! I have no desire to end up on the Investiture of the Gods List. Of the three of us, you're the only one who's supposed to go on that list, do you understand?
Guang Chengzi cried out inwardly.
"Mmph, mmph!" Nezha wanted to speak, but could not get a word out. Helpless, he tugged at Guang Chengzi's clothes and pointed to his mouth, asking him to undo the spell. Guang Chengzi refused. After casting it, he continued gazing at Yinglong with an ingratiating smile.
Yinglong looked at Guang Chengzi, who had voluntarily backed down, then shifted his gaze to Taiyi. Seeing his senior brother lose his nerve, Taiyi knew his own limits as well. Back then, all their fellow disciples had attacked together, only for Yinglong to beat them flat. There were only two of them here now-how could they win? Taking a deep breath, he too bowed to Yinglong