Shen Gongbao thought Nezha had already left, so seeing Nezha sitting cross-legged here, he couldn't help but feel a bit fearful.
Although Nezha was his junior apprentice, he hadn't forgotten that previously, on that night by the campfire, he had drawn his sword on him, wanting his life.
"I must give it a try."
Thinking this, Shen Gongbao steeled himself and continued walking forward.
Yet after crawling forward another ten feet, he suddenly felt his head was hanging in mid-air.
...
When Shen Gongbao got closer, Nezha also saw him.
He was amazed that Shen Gongbao could still move around with just a head, not knowing what magic this was. But just when he intended to speak, he noticed that the Jiao Dragon, previously motionless and wary, suddenly leaped out, biting Shen Gongbao's head, and dragged it away over the riverbank pebbles into the woods.
Then from the woods came the sound of angry shouts and the dragon's roars.
Without mana, the physical body reduced to just a head.
