Primordial World: Big shots are all my friends

Nezha angrily shouted, "Ao Bing, if you hit me again, I’ll fight back."

Ao Bing halted his offensive, hooked his index finger and said with ease, "Come on, if you’re capable, then come at me. I wonder who was just beaten to a sorry state by me."

Nezha yelled furiously, "Ao Bing, watch me beat the crap out of you!"

"Hmph—hmph— Let me show you my true power, the Dragon Clan’s Divine Skills to call the wind and summon the rain!"

Boom—

A bolt of thunderbolt streaked across the gloomy sky, and in an instant, a violent storm poured down. Amidst the heavy rain, Ao Bing’s combat strength surged dramatically; his movements fluid like a swimming dragon, versatile and ever-changing. Not only were his attacks with the Fangtian Halberd extraordinary, but he also continuously assailed Nezha with Water Magic. For a moment, he actually managed to overpower Nezha. Especially the ubiquitous Water Magic caught Nezha off guard— a tactic Ao Bing had never revealed in their previous battles.

In the midst of the downpour, Jiang Ziya squinted his eyes toward the raining sky. On one side was ever-changing tactics; on the other side, intertwining figures— for a long time, victory or defeat could not be determined.

Sunlight Bodhisattva spoke gravely, "The strength of these two is similar to Yang Jian and Nezha; I wonder what their origins are."

Beside him, Kang commented seriously, "The person fighting with the second master is his elder brother, Yang Jiao the Great Immortal, who opened mountains to rescue their mother alongside the second master."

The Howling Celestial Dog barked from the side, "You should call him ’Grand Uncle’!"