The Tongtian Sect Master wore a blue martial outfit, holding a wooden sword, standing opposite Nezha like an ordinary swordsman, with cultivation comparable to Nezha's current state.
"Come."
Nezha was not a person who hesitated; now he was bursting with confidence. You say come, then I shall come!
Of course, etiquette could not be neglected.
"Thank you, Saint Martial Uncle, for your guidance!"
Then, a long spear appeared in his hand, and he charged forward.
The Tongtian Sect Master casually swung the wooden sword without any apparent skill.
Nezha only felt a flash of sword light before him, and then he was no more.
Then, in an instant, he came back to life, seeing that he had returned to his pre-battle state.
Across from him, the Tongtian Sect Master gestured with a 'come at me!' motion.
Nezha took a deep breath and, with a thought, a large amount of magical treasures like the Vajra Ring, Red Tie, and assorted weapons bombarded all at once.
