The situation arose suddenly, a great battle was imminent.
Nezha felt an inexplicable surge of excitement, his whole body trembling, yet the hand that held the spear was unusually steady.
In the darkness, Ju Yang Perfected's attacks were wide-ranging and deadly, every strike aimed to kill.
Yet Young Master Kong Xu was also equipped with a suspended treasure sword at his waist, clearly possessing superior swordsmanship. However, he refrained from getting close, instead attacking solely with the almost undefendable Heavenly Star Sand.
The most troublesome of them all was still Shen Gongbao.
His swordsmanship was mysteriously unpredictable, it was unclear whether it was self-taught or personally imparted by Yuanshi Tianzun, with no preamble at all, his every thrust straight and aimed at angles both tricky and lethal.
The sword suspended at Shen Gongbao's waist was also a treasure. Now Nezha's heart was pounding, his blood flowing like thunder, his flesh as hard as Vajra.
