At that moment.
On the battlefield.
Daoist Taiyi slowly stepped forward and stood opposite Nezha.
A breeze swept past as the two faced each other.
Nezha showed little expression.
Daoist Taiyi, by contrast, wore anger and disdain on his face.
He said:
"Taking you as my disciple was the greatest mistake of my life. Only now have I finally understood one truth: rotten mud can never be plastered onto a wall!"
A pristine white whisk appeared in Taiyi's hand.
"Enough has been said. There is nothing more to explain. Let your blood, Nezha, open the first battle of the investiture of the gods!"
In response.
Nezha remained as indifferent as ever.
He extended his hand.
Whoosh!
Flames surged upward.
Terrifying flame Dao Principles seethed in an instant.
They transformed into two fire dragons, soaring across the heavens.
Their roars rang through the sky.
Then, in the next instant.
Both fire dragons plunged downward.
Nezha reached out and caught both of them in his grasp.
Then they transformed together into the weapon in Nezha's hand.
The Fire-Tipped Spear!
At the same time, he rose into the air, and two wheels wreathed in rising flames appeared beneath his feet.
The Wind Fire Wheels.
In an instant, several treasures appeared on Nezha in succession.
With a sweep of his hand, he leveled his spear at Daoist Taiyi.
"I've long yearned for this battle."
"Let's settle this."
Those two sentences.
Carried a faint indifference, along with killing intent.
In response.
Daoist Taiyi's eyes filled with icy coldness, and he said coldly:
"Wretched disciple, today your master will finish you!"
With those words.
He swept the whisk in his hand.
Then his aura erupted in an instant.
Daoist Taiyi unleashed his full power at once.
This was the first battle, and he wanted a splendid