"Do you really think transforming into Chaos is an easy and pleasant thing? Only Randeng himself knows the torment within."
At this moment, his gaze turned shadowy as he said, "Nephew, you have a sharp tongue. Trapped in Chaos, even if you have the means to call upon Nuwa for help, it will be too late!
Later, I won't kill you. Instead, I'll transform you into a Chaos Creature as well, and it'll be the most disgusting kind! Let's see how you'll face the teacher you revere so much then!"
This time, Nezha was truly furious.
"My teacher's name, and you dare to utter it so casually?"
This was an act of outright disrespect towards his teacher!
To Nezha, it was a far greater insult than cursing someone's ancestors for eighteen generations!
In the Primordial Era, if anyone dared say such a thing, Nezha would storm over, eradicate their ancestors for eighteen generations, and Heaven's Dao wouldn't even pass down karma upon him for it.
