The Martial Virtue Star Lord's predicament could best be described as bad luck's mother opening the door for bad luck-bad luck had come all the way home.
Wuzhiqi and Nine-Headed Bird were in front of him, and Nezha was behind him.
Caught in a pincer attack. That really capped it all.
"Motherfucker!" Wude swore, forcibly activating his bonded Magical Treasure, which was still in Wuzhiqi's hand.
Hum-
The Wude Star Mirror clenched in Wuzhiqi's hand suddenly radiated deep-blue starlight. After all, Wude had nurtured the Magical Treasure for years. A veteran Star Lord's reserves did count for something.
Brilliant light erupted.
Caught off guard, Wuzhiqi cried out in pain and instinctively let go. "Ow! This lousy plaque even reflects light!"
The Wude Star Mirror slipped free, and Wude immediately tried to recall it.
But Nezha gave him no chance. Brandishing the Fire-Tipped Spear, he furiously battered the glowing mirror, shouting as he struck, "You brazen demon! How dare you impersonate the Martial Virtue Star Lord? And steal his Magical Treasure, too?!"
"Nezha, have you gone mad?!" Wude roared.
"Take this!" Nezha swept his spear back toward him, samadhi true fire trailing from its tip.
Wude dodged desperately, shouting in fury, "Look carefully! I am the real Wude!"
"Bullshit!" Gripping his spear in both hands, Nezha unleashed another barrage over his head and face. "I've served alongside the Martial Virtue Star Lord for years! We're brothers of different surnames, as close as flesh and blood! Of all the people you could turn into, you dared choose my brother? Don't think you can fool my discerning eyes!"
"Motherfucker!"
Wude swore again and could only hastily activate a Divine Ability to defend himself.
*Back in the Heavenly Court, when had this little Turtle bastard ever looked at me without his nose in the