Nezha snorted coldly, clearly annoyed.
Show off?
Better off dead!
Nezha advanced with his spear, while Sadres, wielding his Thunderbolt Spear, did not retreat but instead actively advanced to meet him.
"I practiced spear at the age of three, achieved mastery at ten, and defeated my teacher in spear fighting at thirteen!"
"Then I stepped onto the path of cultivation, obtained the Supreme Thunderbolt Spear, and since then reached the peak!"
"Bang!"
The Thunderbolt Spear collided with Nezha's Fire-tipped Spear.
At the same time, Sadres's last words also echoed in Nezha's ears.
"A greenhorn who has just stepped onto the path of cultivation, what makes you think you can compete with me in spear skills?"
"Hmph!"
At this moment, Nezha deeply realized what it feels like to laugh out of utter speechlessness.
Just like now.
He really had nothing to say.
This was the first time he encountered someone so talkative that he couldn't out-talk.
What should he say?
