"Heavenly destiny won't always remain in the Heavenly Court."
"Why don't the Third Prince wait and see?"
This time.
Zhao Feng was certain.
Nezha was just like the Nezha he knew.
With an unspeakable hatred towards Li Jing, a hatred to tear him limb from limb.
Nezha took a deep look.
Ultimately.
A hint of thought flashed between his brows.
"One hundred years."
"I'll only give you one hundred years. If you can't achieve definitive results, I'll kill you with my own hands." Nezha raised a finger,
Then.
Nezha directly tossed a jade scroll to Zhao Feng.
Following.
With a wave of the fire-tipped spear in his hand.
The surrounding area of a thousand miles was instantly scorched by this strike, turning the dense forest into a pit of scorched earth.
After finishing this.
Nezha turned and flew away.
Watching Nezha's departure.
Zhao Feng laughed.
"Number one rebel of the Heavenly Court, interesting."
