The head of the Fire-Tipped Spear was shaped like a flame, and its attacks could spew blazing fire with boundless power.
After calling King Zhou to account, Nezha merely swept it lightly, and flames surged wherever the spear tip passed.
"Th-this fire? Can Immortals interfere in mortal wars?"
Chao Tian cried out in alarm. Having served alongside Lü Yue, Luo Xuan, and others, with an old veteran of three reigns like Grand Tutor Wen also at court, he had some vague knowledge of what Immortals could do. Yet through all of Great Shang's campaigns north and south, they had never used magic to crush their enemies.
Clearly, Immortals could not casually interfere in mortal wars.
Nezha was really only skirting the rules. He had merely set fires; the flames had yet to burn anyone.
Yet the entire 180,000-Strong Army, from top to bottom, fell into chaos at the mere sight of those flames.
They had only enlisted six months ago, and their military training was poor. They could put up some resistance against an ordinary army, but how were they supposed to fight an enemy who could breathe fire?
"Your Majesty..."
Even Shang Rong sounded worried.
Only Ao Lie suddenly tightened his grip on his spear and stared fixedly into the sky, watching the Universe-Connecting Silk flutter around Nezha and the Wind-Fire Wheels spin beneath his feet.
Nezha stood proudly, his eyes like two balls of blazing fire, proclaiming to King Zhou that Heaven's mandate lay with Zhou, not Shang.
"Wretched tyrant, you have wronged Heaven, yet you still refuse to admit your fault? Must you wait until heavenly punishment reduces your army to smoke and dust and plunges all living things into misery before you repent?!"
Nezha thought he had a fine plan: employ a little moral blackmail. Even