Chapter 257: Regicide, Prince Bing Ling Kills the Heavenly King
"Chengtang’s dominion still commands two portions of the world’s fortune, with such protection, how could he be so easily killed?"
Nezha laughed, "I have always been quite lucky too."
"Come on, are you blind? When others want to kill you, does the heavens come to save you? Compared to Yin Shou, your luck is that of a wretched soul, a poor wretch."
Nezha laughed, "Then let’s try killing again!"
He brandished the Fire-tipped Spear, when thunder above suddenly turned into falling swords and knives, slicing downwards. Nezha would be minced if he didn’t dodge in time.
Nezha had to retreat temporarily, condensing a Seven-colored Miao Tree with the great Dao rules to protect his body. However, the power of the thunder even split through the rules!
Yet Nezha’s movements were as swift as lightning, stepping forward and reaching Yin Shou. If the thunder fell, it would strike both of them dead.
Nezha watched as the second bolt of thunder fell, but it was absorbed halfway by the lightning rod he had set up earlier.
At this moment, the sound of iron clanging reached his ears, like a hundred dull knives scraping bones. The first to pierce through the night fog were the reflections of twelve long knives.
Frost covered the Mystic Iron Armor of the samurai, rivets on the joints formed a fierce pattern of the Big Dipper. Each step they took seemed to crush three palace bricks beneath their feet.