"Who are you?"
Nezha felt that there was no fear in his heart, but his body was trembling with fear.
He immediately understood that this was a difference in the level of existence, just like when he encountered Tongtian, Laozi, and Primordial, it was the power of a Saint.
Even if a person is not afraid of death, they can't help but feel fear.
"Did Tongtian give you this blade to use the means of an outsider to warn me? Heh, what a bunch of cowards."
The old principal took a few steps forward and stood in front of the tombstone. He placed his hand on the tombstone and then pulled it up entirely with one hand. This movement was not small, and people around took notice, watching the scene with suspicion and discussing in whispers. Some had already taken out their phones to start taking pictures.
Then, the old principal also took out his phone to start taking selfies.
No matter what, Nezha found the scene in front of him somewhat incongruous.
A Saint.
Holding a cell phone?
