Nezha stared defiantly at the Domain King of the Dark Soul Hall, a Crimson Flame Dragon Spear appearing in his hand, with a blazing flame burning at the spearhead: "If you're discontented, face me in a fight first! There are too many noisy flies entering this hall anyway, losing one or two is welcome!"
"You!"
The Dark Soul Hall expert felt raging anger but didn't dare to really fight. Outside, he definitely wouldn't tolerate such disrespectful provocation from a junior like Nezha, but the situation here was different. Nezha had many powerful allies, while he was alone, outnumbered and isolated!
If they start fighting, who can ensure Nezha's companions won't intervene? If they join and attack together, it's hard for fists to fight against so many hands. No matter how strong he was, how many could he withstand?
Endure, he had to endure!
"Humph! Ignorant junior, I won't bother with you!"
