Hearing the Bull Demon King's words, Nezha rolled his eyes.
The Bull Demon King's shamelessness had clearly left him utterly stunned.
A moment ago, he had been agonizing over the decision, plainly unwilling to join them. But the moment he heard Yang Jian announce to the Three Realms that his Heaven-Slaying had succeeded, the bastard had changed his tune on the spot.
Nezha did not even know how to call him out anymore.
His mind was filled with curses, with countless cries of Fuck!
But faced with the Bull Demon King now, Nezha could no longer be bothered to speak. He merely said flatly, "Forget it. No need."
No shit!
My second brother has already fucking succeeded at Heaven-Slaying. What the hell would you even be joining now?
Nezha could not be bothered to say another word. With a sweep of his hand, he shot straight toward the Heavenly Court.
He clearly could no longer spare a thought for anything else. All he wanted was to return to the Heavenly Court, have a proper chat with his second brother, Yang Jian, and ask him just what he meant by this.
We clearly agreed to undertake Heaven-Slaying together, and here I was, wearing my tongue out building up your forces. Yet you went and fucking succeeded in secret?
Then what the hell have I been busting my ass for down here these past three hundred years?
It made him furious.
Especially when he thought of how all his efforts over the years had amounted to nothing. Yang Jian might even have been humoring him like a child all along, just to keep him out of the Heaven-Slaying affair...
He was furious.
So Nezha felt he needed to settle accounts properly with this dear second brother of his.
After all, Yang Jian