Taiyi sensed the complex aura emanating from Nezha. He didn't ask anything, nor did he speak much, opting instead for the most direct approach: fight.
Nezha had nothing to say either. He simply went straight for it.
Pulling out the God-slaying Spear, he raised his hand and thrust towards Taiyi.
Taiyi sneered coldly. Without making a visible move, Nezha felt an invisible force blocking his surroundings, then found himself frozen in place.
"Your movements are too big, and your intentions too obvious."
A breath later, the Power Dao surged through Nezha's body, and the sound of space tearing echoed nearby. Breaking free, Nezha didn't act rashly.
He realized—this was a training ground!
Nezha was certainly skilled, but the opponent in front of him was even more capable.
In combat, Taiyi had no weaknesses.
Fighting Taiyi wasn't the same as his prior battle with Tongtian Sect Master—where no matter Nezha's methods, a single sword stroke would leave him bleeding.
