"You know I've perfected the Nine-Pattern Divine Pill, yet you still choose to fight me head-on. Wei Hu, you may think you're cunning, but you're just a fool!"
The cold wind swept across the blue bricks in the courtyard, and Wei Hu's clothes suddenly stiffened.
As soon as Nezha finished speaking, Wei Hu turned into a breeze and disappeared from the courtyard, leaving only a sound transmission echoing in Nezha's ear.
"In today's clash, I lost half a move in my physical form. An Outer Heaven Demon has no place in this world. There's no precedent for you being allowed to live and achieve Divine Enthronement. The body is merely a vessel; we shall determine life and death later with Daoist skill!"
Nezha chuckled softly. Turning, his sleeve brushed off three sycamore leaves.
He muttered to himself, "Even now, you deceive yourself. Next time we duel, you still won't be my match."
He then turned to Ji Fa and said, "No one else is here now."
