The aura burst forth, scattering tens of thousands.
A young man, enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with heaven and earth, his whole body filled with scorching flames, stood in the sky.
He was wrapped in a Chaos Heaven Silk, stepping on the Wind and Fire Wheel, with Qiankun Rings on both wrists, holding a Flaming Long Spear. His eyes, looking down with extreme indifference, were filled with disdain!
"The day when you suppressed me, locking me in that stinking tower for a hundred years, I will repay you a hundredfold today!"
As soon as the words fell, Nezha's aura climbed once again, becoming increasingly terrifying, as if it could shake souls, causing everyone to tremble in body and mind.
"Nezha's aura has become more frightening. He's been cultivating inside, and it seems he's been cultivating the Soul Dao!"
