Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Nezha's eyes were gleaming as he tightly grasped the Fire Spear in his hand, as if the spear had become a part of his body, perfectly integrated with his arm, and indistinguishable from each other. The body of the Fire Spear was emitting rolling heat waves, and the scorching temperature seemed to be able to melt everything. On the tip of the spear, the light flickered, becoming more and more dazzling. The powerful power contained in the light seemed to be a mysterious power from ancient times, endless and endless. The blazing light, with a breath of destruction, seemed to have the ability to ignite the surrounding air, turning it into an extremely hot and blazing sea of ​​fire. In this sea of ​​fire, Nezha stood like a god of war, his aura echoing the power of the Fire Spear, emitting a chilling pressure.

His eyes were wide open, and there seemed to be flames burning wildly in them. The raging rage was so hot and surging, as if it had the power to destroy the world, and he vowed to burn all the injustices in the world into ashes, leaving nothing behind. He suddenly raised the fire spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear flashed with a cold light, pointing directly at Zhang Tianzun in front of him. His figure was as straight as a pine tree, and the posture of holding the spear was firm and resolute, without even the slightest hesitation or shrinking, as if he was an unshakable god of war. His voice was full of anger and unwillingness, like a dull thunder that suddenly exploded in the vast sky and earth. Every word seemed to carry a tremendous force, shaking the hearts of everyone present: "You dare to call my father's name!"

Hearing this, Zhang Tianzun laughed loudly towards the sky like a madman.

The laughter was extremely sharp and arrogant, as if it carried a mad force that wanted to tear the world apart, as if it wanted to break free from all the constraints in the world.

In that vast and empty space, his laughter was like a raging torrent, constantly surging back and forth, sounding particularly harsh and unpleasant.

This laughter seemed to have a physical impact, rushing straight into people's eardrums, causing the eardrums of everyone present to vibrate involuntarily, and a strong feeling of disgust surged in their hearts.

At this moment, a look of extreme contempt suddenly flashed across Zhang Tianzun's eyes. His eyes were cold and sharp, as if he was looking down at an extremely small and insignificant ant.

His eyes were full of disdain and ridicule, a contempt that went deep into his bones, as if the other person was not even as good as a speck of dust in his eyes.

He spoke coldly, his words piercing like an icy blade: "A person like you who has no father and no king, is actually pretending to be righteous in front of the outside world, showing great admiration for your father. Don't you think this is extremely ridiculous?"

Nezha tightly grasped the Fire Spear in his hand, with such force that he seemed to want to embed the spear shaft into his palm. His palm was trembling slightly due to excessive force, and the paleness of his knuckles became more obvious due to the extreme tension, as if they had lost their blood color, forming a sharp and extremely strong contrast with the blazing flames burning on the spear. The flames burned so fiercely that it seemed to devour everything around it, but Nezha's hands were as firm as steel, without even the slightest sign of loosening. He clenched his teeth tightly, and his teeth clattered. The sound seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth with great difficulty. Every syllable was filled with endless anger and determination. He roared: "What's so funny!"

Zhang Tianzun's face was like a lifeless mask, expressionless, his eyes were as cold as ice that had not melted for a thousand years, and the bone-chilling coldness seemed to be able to completely freeze a person's soul in an instant. Just that cold gaze made people tremble all over, and they felt fear in their hearts. A chill quietly rose from their spines, which made people shudder. He slowly opened his lips, and his voice was cold and low, as if it came from the deep underworld: "I find it ridiculous. You shouted and called for killing your father, and you had no family affection at all. In front of outsiders, you pretended to be a modest gentleman, sanctimonious."

Nezha's patience had reached the limit at this time, and his body was completely enveloped by blazing flames in an instant. The flames were extremely hot and violent, like the fire from the depths of hell, with an endless breath of destruction. The flames jumped violently, as if countless angry souls were struggling and roaring in pain, as if they were eager to burn everything around them to ashes, completely devouring them without leaving a trace. He waved his hand violently, and the surging flames quickly gathered together as if summoned by some mysterious power, forming an extremely powerful battle robe. The flames on the battle robe jumped happily, as if they had an independent life consciousness. They danced wantonly, as if they were proudly showing their unparalleled power to the whole world. The flame battle robe was like a dazzling light, instantly draped over Nezha's body, making him look like a god of war descending to the mortal world, majestic and exuding a terrifying and powerful aura. He stood there like an insurmountable mountain, daunting.

At the same time, two extremely dazzling flames suddenly lit up under his feet. The flames were like bright stars, shining with dazzling light, illuminating the surroundings like daylight. The flames rotated violently, making a whirring sound, and the sound seemed to come from an ancient war song, majestic and exciting, constantly inspiring Nezha to move forward bravely and fearlessly.

Gradually, the two flames became stronger and stronger, and they spun faster and faster, eventually forming two wheels that kept spinning at a high speed. These two wheels were the famous Wind and Fire Wheels. They exuded an extremely powerful force, which seemed to contain endless might, and seemed to be able to easily destroy all obstacles. Just staring at the Wind and Fire Wheels would make people feel an indescribable pressure, awe, and fear.

The flaming robe draped over him was the powerful Hun Tian Ling. Nezha swung the Hun Tian Ling in his hand, and it was like a flexible whip, cutting through the air and bringing up a burst of hot air. The air seemed to burn all obstacles to ashes, and the air was distorted wherever it went. With endless power, the Hun Tian Ling swung fiercely at Zhang Tianzun in front of him, and the speed was so fast that people had no time to react. It seemed to want to completely defeat him and make him pay a painful price for his words and deeds.