Journey to the Mysterious Sea

When Tianzun heard this, in just a moment, his anger surged up like a violent volcanic eruption. His face instantly turned red like a ripe tomato about to burst, and the rich red color seemed to be bleeding, which was shocking. At this moment, he looked like a wild lion that was completely enraged, his eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs seemed to want to break free from the constraints of his eye sockets, bulging out wildly. The raging anger in his eyes was like a flame that was about to turn into substance, burning wildly, as if to burn everything in front of him to ashes, turning it into nothingness and no longer existing.

Tianzun was furious and took a big step forward. His momentum was like a thunderbolt, carrying a terrifying force that could destroy the heavens and the earth. The ground under his feet seemed to be unable to bear this boundless force and made a dull and heavy sound. The sound was like the earth groaning and wailing in pain. It seemed that under this powerful force, the earth was trembling and on the verge of collapse. The trembling of the earth made the surrounding dust fly up, forming a hazy dust fog, as if telling the anger and majesty of Tianzun.

In an instant, Nezha's face lost its usual cynical look and became extremely solemn. His solemnity, as if he was facing a major life-or-death decision, made people feel an invisible pressure. His eyes revealed his unwavering determination and fearless courage, just like a majestic mountain that stands between heaven and earth, and has gone through the vicissitudes of time but still stands tall. Despite the fierce invasion of the storm, he still stood proudly and unshakable. Nezha held the Fire Spear tightly in his hand. The spear in his hand was as stable as a Dinghai Shenzhen, as solid as a rock, and did not move at all. He stood firmly in place, his posture was as upright as a pine tree, like a magnificent sculpture made of steel, exuding an indestructible and powerful aura, with no sign of retreat. Every muscle in his body was tense, as if showing the world his determination. He was fully prepared to fight to the death with Tianzun and never retreat. His resolute aura made people look at him sideways.

Zhang Tianzun slowly took a few steps forward. Each of his steps was like a heavy hammer, hitting the ground hard, making a deafening roar. The footsteps carried a majestic momentum as heavy as a mountain and a strong sense of oppression that almost suffocated people. Every step he took seemed to make the air around him heavy as lead, making it difficult to breathe, as if a huge rock was pressing down on his chest, making it almost impossible to breathe. The air around him also became chaotic with his footsteps, forming visible cyclones that swirled around his body, as if adding a mysterious color to his majesty.

However, when he found that Nezha was not afraid and resolutely stood in front of him like an indestructible steel defense line, he couldn't help but shook his head helplessly and sighed in his heart. In that sigh, there was helplessness towards Nezha's stubborn character, and a sense of powerlessness towards the difficult situation in front of him. The sigh seemed to come from the depths of his soul, with endless fatigue and vicissitudes, as if telling the countless storms and tribulations he had experienced. In his eyes, a trace of imperceptible complex emotions flashed, with helplessness, emotion, and a trace of memories of the past. In the end, he stopped, turned around slowly, snorted coldly, and said: "I don't want to care too much about a junior like you, quickly put out the fire on my apprentice." Although there was unquestionable majesty in the tone, the helplessness in it was as difficult to conceal as spider silk, looming in the subtleties of the words, making people tremble, as if they could feel the entanglement and contradiction in his heart. His voice echoed in the air, carrying a cold texture that made people shudder.

After hearing this, Nezha also snorted coldly, with a look of disdain on his face. He curled his lips and said with great contempt: "Humph!"

That snort seemed to be an extreme disdain for Tianzun's words, full of ridicule and provocation. Then, he suddenly waved his hand, and a mysterious and powerful force gushed out from his hand like a surging tide.

That power carried an incomparable aura of strength, as if it was going to swallow the entire world into endless darkness. The surrounding space seemed to be distorted by this powerful force, with tiny cracks appearing one after another, as if the entire world was trembling under this power.

The blazing flames on Zhang Tianzun's disciple's body instantly went out like a candle blown out by a strong wind, without any resistance. The moment the flames went out, the air around them seemed to relax, as if the suppressed atmosphere had finally been relieved, making people feel relieved, as if a big stone in their hearts had finally fallen to the ground. The scorching breath in the air also dissipated in an instant, making people feel cool.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Tianzun nodded with satisfaction and said, "You are quite a sensible person." There was a barely perceptible sense of relief in his words, but he tried his best to hide this relief, as if he didn't want others to easily glimpse his true thoughts.

Although the words were brief, they contained complex emotions, like a deep mystery that was hard to fathom and made people fall into endless thinking. A hint of admiration flashed across his eyes, but he quickly concealed it and returned to his usual indifference and majesty.

When Nezha heard this, his nose was crooked with anger, and his face became even uglier. His anger seemed to be able to instantly ignite the surrounding air, forming a blazing sea of ​​fire. His eyes spewed out angry flames, as if to burn everything in front of him to ashes. He waved his fists in frustration and shouted loudly: "It's like you have defeated me and forced me to put out the flames, but everyone can see that you are begging me to put out the flames!"

His voice reverberated violently in the air, like thunder blasting across the sky, with strong dissatisfaction and anger. The sound seemed to break through the clouds, shaking the entire world, and even the vast sky seemed to tremble under this angry roar.

His voice was filled with surging emotions, like a volcano about to erupt, making people feel the powerful force that was about to erupt. His body was shaking slightly, not because of fear, but because of the uncontrollable anger. The air around him seemed to be infected by his anger, becoming hot and restless, as if it would burn at any time.